Page 19 of A Very Grumpy Veterinarian
Wells: Two hours?
I glanceat the clock and see that it’s only 10 AM.
Pearl:Lunch date?
Wells: Lunchanddinner date.I’m trying to make up for lost time and for my fuck-up yesterday.
I smileat his text and chew on my bottom lip.
Pearl:All right, sounds good.I’ll see you in a few hours.
Wells: I can’t wait, Pearl.
I pushup off the couch and go to my bedroom to get ready for my date.I wonder where we’re going as I search through my closet for something to wear.It’s a beautiful day, so I grab a dark green t-shirt and black yoga pants.Brushing my hair until it shines, I step back to study myself in the mirror on the back of my door.
The shirt is a little low-cut, showing off the soft swells of my breasts.It clings to me, and I turn to the side, looking over myself with a critical eye.At first, all I can see are my flaws—the extra weight around my middle and the way my thighs press together.
Then I think about what Wells sees when he looks at me.He thinks I’m hot, beautiful, desirable.He wants me, just as I am.
I smile as I turn, staring at my butt.Will Wells like the way the yoga pants stretch over my curves?Will they drive him wild?
I want to drive him wild.I want Wells to be overcome with his need for me.I want him to take me out to lunch or dinner or whatever, then take me home and worship my body.I want him to fuck me, to take my virginity.
I fan my face and dig around in my closet until I find my sandals, the pretty ones I haven’t worn in months.I slip them onto my feet as my phone buzzes on the bed.
Wells:Headed your way.
Pearl: Can’t wait!
I checkmy reflection one last time, then go to the living room.Wells knocks on the door a few minutes later, and I take a deep breath as I open it and greet him.
“Hey, how was?—”
Wells cuts me off by grabbing me and dragging me against him.
I stare up at him, watching his eyes darken so fast that it steals my breath.His big hand slides up, curling gently but possessively around my neck, and his thumb tilts my chin higher.
“Angel.”His voice is rough enough to make my knees weak.“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to forget every single plan I had for today.”
“Maybe I want you to,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes.
Wells groans like I’ve pushed him past the edge.Then his mouth is on mine.His lips move slowly, thoroughly, as if he’s learning me all over again.Like he wants to memorize every sigh, every shiver, every little sound I make.
And apparently, I make a lot of sounds.
I moan into his mouth almost instantly, my hands fisting in the front of his shirt as his free hand slides down to my waist and pulls me flush against him.
“God,” he mutters against my lips.“You have no idea what that does to me.”
I’m pretty sure I do because I can feel exactly what I do to him.Every hard inch of him.
Heat rushes through me, and I gasp when his tongue sweeps against my bottom lip before slipping inside.
Oh.
Oh wow.
