Page 9 of A Very Grumpy Veterinarian
I kiss her,and God, nothing has ever felt so right.
Having Pearl’s curvy body pressed against me, her perfect face in the palm of my hands, her pillowy lips molded to mine.Fuck.I’ve needed this.Needed her.
My fingers slide into the soft strands of her hair, and I tug gently, tipping her head up so that I can deepen the kiss.Pearl moans then gasps when I nip her bottom lip, urging her to open for me.As soon as she does, I slip my tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth and tangle it with hers.
She tastes like mint.My cock hardens as I imagine kissing my girl like this every morning.I’d wake her up every day with a kiss on her lips, then between her legs.
I groan as I fantasize about tugging Pearl’s tiny little sleep shorts down her thick thighs and burying my face in her soft mound.I’d spear my tongue into her tight hole, fuck her with it until she was begging me to give her my big cock.
Pearl whimpers as I rub my cock against her.My hands slip down the slim column of her neck to palm her tits, relishing the weight and shape of them.
“Fucking perfect,” I snarl, nipping her lips, then plunging my tongue into her mouth again.
My fingers find her stiff nipples, and I pinch the little cherries.Pearl cries out, pulling away and sucking in a deep breath.She’s gasping, panting, and flushed.
I look at my hands on her plump breasts.The soft mounds fit my hands perfectly.I can’t wait to get my lips and my tongue on every inch of her.
Pearl breathes hard, sucking precious air into her lungs.I am too, but all my attention is on my little Angel.
With each breath, her breasts press into my hands.My eyes are glued to her delicious body and how her tits jiggle as she squirms against me.
I lean forward and kiss her again.I can’t help it.I can’t stop.Now I’ve tasted her, I need more.I need to make sure she knows she’s mine.I won’t go back to pretending that I don’t need this girl to function, to live.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips.
She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes wide as she looks at me.
I can sense her pulling back from me, but I can’t let her do that.I won’t allow it.Now I’ve had Pearl’s body pressed against mine, now I’ve kissed her, I can’t go back.It would be like a thirsty man taking a sip of water only for the life-sustaining fluid to be snatched away.
“Get dressed, Pearl,” I growl.
Pearl nods, still staring at me with wide, shocked eyes.
She wiggles against me, and I step back reluctantly, watching as she scurries into her bedroom and slams the door behind her.I hear her pacing in her room, mumbling to herself.Stepping closer, I press my ear to the door.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” she says in a rush.“I can’t believe this is happening.What the heck is going on?”
I want to march in and tell her that this is real, that she’s mine, that I’ve been hers since the moment I saw her.
I start to do just that when I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror.I look wild, like a beast.My hair is mussed, pieces sticking up.My eyes blaze with fire, my lips red and swollen from attacking Pearl’s mouth.
I take a deep breath, knowing I need to get myself under control or I’ll scare my Angel even more.I know she’s freaked out, that she needs time to adjust to this new normal.I can give her that.Well… I cantryto give her that.
Inhaling a few deep breaths, I look around Pearl’s apartment.I smile as I study the pictures, the little mementos on the bookshelf, the fuzzy blanket thrown over the back of the couch.
Her bedroom door opens behind me, and I turn, staring at Pearl as she comes out in her work scrubs.My body heats.I want to push her against the wall and claim her lips all over again.I want to hear her breathy moans, her little gasps.I want to explore every inch of her.
But I need to get back to work.And Pearl and I need to talk, straighten things out before I can take her to bed.
Pearl hesitates as I extend my hand toward her.I’m afraid she won’t take it, but finally, she slips her hand into mine, and my heart lodges in my throat.I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, then turn and lead her out the door.
“I’ll drive,” I say as I open the passenger door of my car for her.
Pearl seems nervous as she slips into the seat, and I scramble for a way to reassure her as I climb behind the wheel and start the car.
I reach for her hand as I pull onto the street, but Pearl resists.She squirms in her seat as I frown at her.
“I don’t want people to see us.I don’t want people thinking I’m sleeping with the boss,” she explains as I turn down a street toward the clinic.
