Doctor Hero by Madison Faye

Chapter Three

Ada

My whole body trembled,and I could feel a shiver of something hot and wicked tease through me.

For a second, I thought it was fear I was feeling swelling up inside of me. But then I realized it was something else: excitement. It wouldn’t be old Doctor Petite doing the exam that day, it was going to be him.

Jackson.

It would be him putting his hands on my skin, and telling me to undress, and seeing me. It would be him who touched me, and commanded me, and let the heat of his perfect body radiate through me in the small exam room.

My pulse roared in my ears, and I could feel a tingle spreading through every inch of my skin. I knew this was wrong — I knew it was silly to get so worked up and excited and, well, turned on, by my doctor. And I knew stripping down was something I could have expected for an exam like this. But then, the way he’d just said it was so…demanding, that it’d lit something inside of me. It wasn’t the way a doctor might tell a patient to undress, it was the way a lover might tell you to.

…Not that I had any experience with that one.

But wrong or not, there was no denying how I felt, and how the prospect of taking my clothes off in front of Doctor Brody made me both scared and so damn excited I could barely stand it. And I wanted to — I really, truly wanted to, in this insane, body-electrifying way. But then…

I bit my lip, my breath coming quickly as I swallowed thickly.

“Let me call a nurse.”

Shit. He’d taken my hesitation for being uncomfortable. And, well, yeah, I was pretty sure there was supposed be a female nurse in the room when I got undressed in front of a male doctor. But then, I didn’t want someone else in here, because as wrong as it was and as naughty a thought it was, I wanted to undress for him and him only.

Jackson started to turn to the phone on the wall. “Hang on, I’ll—”

“That’s okay.”

The words tumbled from my lips quickly, and I could feel my pulse racing faster as he froze, his shoulders bunching tight before he turned back to me.

I swallowed.

“I— I don’t mind.”

God, there it was — that fierce look, and that hunger etched across his chiseled jaw.

“You’re a doctor after all,” I said quietly, breathlessly.

I saw the spark blaze in his eyes as he turned fully towards me. Slowly, he grinned hungrily.

“Very true. And today, Ada, I’m your doctor.”

I shivered as I reach down to start unbuttoning my blouse.

Jackson didn’t budge. He didn’t make a single move to look away, or even blink. His gorgeous dark eyes just stayed laser-focused on me, his jaw clenched tight, a storm brewing behind his face.

I trembled as I finished with the buttons, slipping the blouse off and draping if over the chair near the wall. I swallowed, my whole body shivering in excitement and anticipation as I slowly reached for the waist of the plain black yoga pants I’d worn.

“Take them off, Ms. Chase,” he purred quietly, his deep, resonating baritone voice throbbing through my body.

I panted faster, heart racing as I slowly peeled them down, over my panties, and my ass, and then down my legs — bending over to strip them off one foot. I sorely wished I’d worn something sexier than just a black bra and panties — ones that didn’t even actually match at that. But, God, why would I have? To the doctor’s office? I mean, if I’d known it was him who’d see me that day, maybe…

I felt my body shiver, my nipples puckering to little points under my bra, the heat flooding between my thighs. Fuck, why the hell was I so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man? I bent to pull the yoga pants off the other foot, when I started to tumble off balance. Instantly, his hand was there, gripping me firmly on the arm and keeping me upright.

Oh.

Oh, that’s why I was so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man. Because his touch turned me to freaking jelly. Because his hand on my arm sent a fire blazing through me and a filthy, naughty pulse deep between my thighs.

“Too cold?” he purred, his brow arched in amusement as I shivered under his grip.

“N-no,” I barely whispered, standing right in front of the gorgeous, impossibly sexy older man of my fantasies, in just a bra and panties.

Too hot, maybe, I thought to myself. So freaking hot that you make me shiver when you touch me.

“Let’s hop up here,” he finally murmured, breaking the spell as he let my arm go and turned to pat the exam chair.

I shivered as I did what he said, climbing up onto the soft, plush seat and laying back. I licked my lips, feeling so naughty, even if he was a doctor, by just sitting there in front of him in just my underwear. But then, there wasn’t very much “doctorly” about the way his eyes slid over me, leaving a heated pulse in their wake. My nipples hardened under that gaze, poking against my thin bra obviously, even with how warm the room was.

“We’ll start with another round of what we did last week, just to make sure.”

Doctor Brody kept his eyes locked onto mine as he picked up the instrument from the week before and brought it to my mid-section. And just like the week before, he placed it against my skin as the monitor next to us flickered to life. But then, he brought his other hand down, and suddenly, his palm was flat against my belly.

Oh God…

I trembled — his warm, powerful hand touching me between my belly-button and the edge of my panties. One of his fingers was actually touching the edge of them, and it was everything I could do not to moan right there. I squeezed my legs together tight, chewing madly at my bottom lip as I felt the raw heat of that touch tingle right to my core.

Jackson started to move the instrument around my skin again, but this time, I wasn’t watching the screen. This time, I was panting, my mouth hanging open and my eyes hooded as I watched his hand resting on my skin. He brought the instrument lower with the other hand, and the one resting on me slowly shifted lower, and lower.

I was dripping wet — so wet that I knew I was making a mess of my panties. My nipples strained against my bra, and I was sure my panting was the loudest thing in the room. But Doctor Brody didn’t seem to notice. He moved his hand lower, until a full half of his hand was resting on my panties and my mound underneath them.

And then suddenly, he moved away.

The breath I didn’t even know I was holding whooshed out of me in a rush. Jackson turned and smiled at me, but it was no “doctorly” smile, it was something downright hungry.

He rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to the elbow, and I moaned inside.

Tattoo ink, and muscles, for days. I mean fuck, those forearms rippled as he went to the other sleeve, and the tattoos? My eyes traced the ink and the designs, feeling like more and more of a total pervert for lusting this hard after my freaking medical professional.

But seriously? Doctors should not be that hot.

“Well, that part’s done,” he murmured, his eyes dragging over my near-naked body until they met my gaze with a heated flash. He smiled, and I melted under it, watching it creep over his chiseled jaw, and his gorgeously built cheekbones, and even those little dimples at the corner.

“That part?”

He grinned again, but this time it was right back to that look that had a tinge of hunger and a dangerous promise to it.

“Well, we still have the exam to do today.”

My stomach flip-flopped.

“The what?”

“The exam, Ada,” he growled, that fierce hunger blazing across his face. He moved closer to me. “We have to do it today.”

“We do?” I squeaked out.

Oh God, oh God, oh God…

“Yes, we do, Ada,” he purred. His arm extended, and suddenly, his fingers brushed against my hip — just barely, but enough to send a freaking lightning-bolt right through me.

“I’ll call the nurse.”

He started to turn, when somehow, the words just tumbled out of my mouth.

“No.” I swallowed heavily. “No, that’s okay,” I said quietly.

No, that’s NOT okay!I screamed inside. What the HELL are you doing?

This man could not examine me — not like this, and not right now. I mean, obviously, every filthy fantasy I’d had about him over the last week said I felt otherwise, but I knew if he did it now, he’d see how freaking wet I was.

He’d smell how turned on I was for him.

…For my doctor. I mean, how mortifying is that?

“No?” He grinned, turning back to me and pulling his sleeves up higher, making his tattooed forearms ripple. “Just you and me, then,” he growled.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Perfect. If it’s just the two of us, we can start,” he purred.

I swore I heard a low growl in his throat as he moved closer, and closer, until he was hovering right over me. He leaned over, his hands moving to either side of my head on the soft chair behind me as he leaned in close. I gasped as I felt his lips barely brush my ears.

“So why don’t you spread those pretty thighs wide for me, Ada.”