Doctor Hero by Madison Faye

Chapter Four

Natalie

“Take them off, princess.”

My whole body tingled — every inch of my skin shivering and craving so much more as his words blazed through me.

I wanted him to touch me.

I knew how wrong it was, especially since he was my goddamn doctor, but I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t stop the feelings roaring through me. I wanted him to touch me like he had the night before, when he’d grabbed me, and pulled me into him. I wanted him to command me — to take what he wanted and leave me moaning for more, just like he had the night before.

I wanted that submission I’d felt when his lips had seared to me — that feeling his lips and his touch had brought that I’d never come close to feeling before.

I wanted him, with every part of me, no matter how wrong it was.

“Take your panties off and show me that pretty little pussy.”

I gasped, my eyes darting to his and my whole body melting as I saw the fierce, hungry look in his eyes. His words were like a lit match to the gasoline inside of me, engulfing me in the flames. Those words were certainly not the way a doctor spoke to a patient, but I didn’t care.

Hell, I wanted him to keep going.

I swallowed, our eyes locked and feeling the heat of his gaze washing over me as he leaned close.

“Take them off, princess,” he purred.

“I—”

I couldn’t move. Not because I was scandalized, or scared, or anything like that.  I couldn’t move because I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d never felt every inch of my body blazing with heat like that.

“Or maybe,” he leaned closer, his eyes flicking over my face and just the finest hint of a hungry grin on his perfect lips. “Maybe you need my professional help.”

I whimpered — fuck, I actually whimpered — as his hand slid down my bare tummy, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I gasped, my tummy caving as his fingers slid over my skin, down to the lacy edge of my panties. Two of his fingers pushed under the edge, making me gasp again as he pinched the fabric between those and his thumb.

And slowly, he tugged.

I bit my lip, my whole body trembling as I let this dominant, gorgeous, sexy as sin doctor — my doctor — slowly peel my panties away from me and down my thighs, until he could see everything.

Doctor Owenson growled, right into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“And do you always get this wet, princess?” he said lowly, his baritone voice rumbling in my ear.

“I—”

It was mortifying, but then, it was also making me even wetter, with him pulling my panties down like that and seeing how slick and wet I was. I was sure he could see it glistening on my lips, not to mention how soaked my panties were.

“No,” I whispered.

“No?”

I shook my head.

“Interesting,” he growled. His hand let go of my panties, leaving them tangled halfway down my thighs. His fingers trailed over my skin as he slid his hand back up my leg, making my breath catch and my hips somehow arch towards him as if they had a mind of their own.

His fingertips trailed up the crease between my thigh and my pussy, and this time, I couldn’t stop the cry from tumbling from my lips.

“Perfectly normal response to stimulus.” He turned, his eyes burning into mine.

“Good girl.”

His fingers teased over my thigh for one more second, before suddenly, he slid his hand right between my legs.

Holy shit.

I moaned, loudly, my breath catching in my throat and my whole body buzzing with electricity as his fingers slid through my slick, wet lips. I gasped, my hips rocking into his hand and making him chuckle as he ran one thick finger up and down my pussy.

“So eager,” he growled.

His fingers spread my lips, making me whimper. He wasn’t wearing any gloves. And for a second, I almost let my mind stick there, before I rolled my eyes to myself.

Right, that’s what was making this unprofessional. Not that the most gorgeous, commanding, toe-curlingly sexy and captivating man I’d ever met was stroking my pussy with my panties around my knees on an exam chair in his doctor’s office.

But then, I didn’t care at all about whether it was professional or not at that point. All I knew was that I’d never felt so good. All I knew was there was something about Aiden Owenson that turned me to jelly and made my body feel things I’d never felt before.

There was something about him that made me want more.

“Nice and wet,” he growled into my ear. I moaned again, my body writhing under his magical touch. I’d never felt this good before — never felt like I was melting into a puddle like this before. His fingers slid through my lips, and when one rolled over my clit, I cried out.

My fingers dug into the soft armrests of the chair, and I turned my head, my eyes so full of heat and raw need, they locked right onto his.

“Keep moaning for me, princess,” he purred right against my lips as his fingers teased over my clit. “Keep this sweet little pussy nice and wet for me.”

I gaped, panting as our eyes locked, inches apart.

“Is— is this your usual treatment?”

His lips pulled into a hungry smile, his eyes burned hot, and he slowly shook his head.

“Not even fucking close.”

His mouth crushed to mine, and when I felt those perfect lips again, I melted into him. I moaned hungrily as his tongue pushed past my lips to find mine. He groaned, the rumble of it shuddering through our kiss as I lost myself in him.

He curled a finger deep inside of me, making me moan into his mouth as he stroked it in and out. His thumb rolled over my clit, sending pleasure roaring through me. My hips rocked off the chair against his hand, my nipples pressed like hard little points against the teasing lace of my bra, and my blood ran hot like fire through my veins.

His fingers rolled harder, deliberately, pushing on my little nub and flicking over it as the pleasure and the pressure inside of me grew hotter, and bigger. His other hand slid over my jaw, cupping my face possessively as he claimed my lips — kissing me like no one had ever kissed me before. Not even close. I moaned deeper, rocking against him and clawing at his crisp white button up shirt as the white light inside grew hotter, and brighter, until…

Oh God.

It was going to happen. It was really going to happen.

His thumb rubbed my clit in circles, his finger curling in and out of my slippery, dripping wet pussy. His growls and my whimpering moans filled the room, and my hips moved harder against his hand.

It was happening, I was really really hap—

“Doctor Owenson?”

The intercom on the exam room wall squawked to life, the voice tinny and loud and completely shattering the moment. I gasped, the feeling of pure bliss and pleasure I’d just been feeling evaporating around me like mist.

Doctor Owenson swore fiercely, pulling away from me and whirling towards the intercom. He slammed his hand across a switch, shutting it off. His shoulders heaved, and I could hear him growl as he turned to look at me.

“I’m sorry, Natalie,” he growled, shaking his head.

“That’s—” I sucked in a breath of air, panting and feeling the heat blazing through my body.

“That’s o—”

“No,” he muttered. “It’s not. They know never to interrupt me when I’m with a patient.”

His eyes slid over me, and I knew I should have felt mortified, sitting there with my panties around my knees and my legs spread for him.

But I wasn’t. Not with him. I supposed that was the other part of the unexplainable, magnetic attraction to this man. It was the pure physical, of course — the way my body craved him, and how I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. But then, there was more to it too. There was the part of me that felt so real with him — so at ease and so natural around him.

He started to move towards me, when there was a sharp knock at the door. Aiden swore, whirling towards the door.

“I am with a patient!”

“Doctor,” the woman cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, but there’s an emergency in neonatal that they need you for immediately.”

He turned back to me, closing his eyes and taking a breath as he nodded.

“Tell them I’ll be right down.”

He opened his eyes, and I gasped as he stormed towards me. And I before I knew it, he was kissing me all over again. I moaned into his lips, letting his hands slide around me and pull me into him as he growled into my mouth. My hands slid up his muscled arms, clutching to his broad shoulders as he kissed me harder and fiercer than I’d ever been kissed before.

“That— I mean, I’ve never…” I pulled away, my eyes locked with his as I bit my lip. “That was really good,” I whispered.

“That was just the beginning, princess,” he purred, kissing me slowly. “I hate to leave you.”

“I understand.”

His eyes pierced into mine.

“When are you on the schedule next?”

“I don’t—”

“Tomorrow,” he growled. “You’re coming in tomorrow. Because tomorrow, I’m finishing what I started.”