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Dr. Single Dad: A Single Doctor and Virgin Romance by Dark Angel, Alexis Angel (213)

Evan

We’re the only ones in the car of the train. It’s crazy. I’m not in New York a lot, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a common occurrence.

Tatum sits beside me as the train lurches forward, her eyes wide as she studies me. “I don’t do this,” she blurts out.

I laugh. “I know.”

Her eyes narrow now. “How?”

I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across the soft skin. “You’re a sweet girl, Tatum. I can tell. I have girls throwing themselves at me constantly. I can tell the difference between a nice girl and a groupie just wanting to say they slept with Evan Anderson.”

I can see her waver, my words making her doubt what she’s doing. “I’m not

“I know you’re not. That’s why I’m telling you that.” It almost makes me want to see her home safely and then be on my way. She’s so much better than the girls that throw themselves at me all the fucking time. But I’m not sure I’m strong enough to walk away because I also want her more than I’ve ever wanted any of them.

“If you’ve changed your mind,” I say reluctantly, “it’s okay.”

“No,” she interjects quickly, then laughs at herself. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want this.”

Thank fuck.

I flash a grin. “Good. Because I really fucking want this too.”

My words are like a signal giving her permission or something. She turns toward me, straddling me and pushing her hands against my chest until I fall back on the seat. Her legs spread wide, she wedges herself against me, and I groan. I’ve been waiting all night to feel those legs around me.

I run my fingertips slowly up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass and encouraging her to grind against me. It’s almost unbearable, this need I have to feel her on me. To get rid of these clothes between us and feel her. Hot and wet and ready. And I know she will be.

Tatum digs her fingers into my shoulders and bites her lip. So damn sexy.

I’m so hard and ready to go, I could yank her jeans down and sink into her right now. Right on the subway. Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes back to her face. I won’t rush this. I want to savor every second.

But because I just can’t wait for a taste, I slide my hand down inside the back of her jeans reaching all the way under her until my fingers reach her pussy. I need to know if she’s as turned on as I am. If she wants this as much as I think she does.

“Fuck, Tatum,” I bite out when I feel how wet she is. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

My words must be even more of a turn on for her, because as she moans, I feel her get even wetter, soaking my fingers as I brush them back and forth along her pussy.

“Do you like that, baby?” I ask, teasing her, stroking her gently. “Do you like it when I touch your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

I flick open her jeans and unzip them, moving my hand around to the front so I can reach her better. When I press the tip of one finger inside her, and she cries out.

“Oh god,” she sighs. “Yes, yes. God, yes, I want you to fuck me.”

Shit. She’s like a live wire, writhing in my arms like she’s ready to explode, even though I’ve barely touched her.

I can hardly believe how lucky I am. This night is going to be incredible.

“I will, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” She jerks forward, her hips begging for more. “But first I’m going to make you cum with my fingers.”

I pull her head towards mine and nip at her lips. “And when I get you off this train and take you home, I’m going to lay you out on your bed and fill you with this cock and make you cum on it over and over again.”

I thrust up against her to show her just how hard I am. How hard she’s made me.

A shudder races over her body as she looks at me through half-lidded eyes, drunk on lust. “Yes. Please. I want all of that.”

I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, tilting her head back. She gyrates against me, thrusting her hips frantically against my dick as I drag my tongue from her collarbone, up her neck, to her mouth. “You do want it, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips.

A whimper is my only answer as she clutches my shirt, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I chuckle in satisfaction. It’s fucking awesome to know that this sexy as hell woman wants me just as much as I want her.

I brush my tongue against her lips, and she immediately opens for me, kissing me back with feverish need. She tastes like cherries, and I stroke her mouth with my tongue, our lips moving together in a dance that leaves us both breathless.

I push my finger deeper into her pussy and drag the wetness up to her clit, where I rub her in quick circles. I watch her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

“Make me cum,” she begs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to oblige.

I push another finger inside her and growl, nearly crazed with need. “You are so fucking tight, Tatum.” I drag my fingers out slowly, then plunge in again, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She lets out a scream of pleasure, her eyes going wide and locking with mine as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. Then her body tenses and her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers. Her legs shake and her head falls back as she cums on my hand, soaking me with her juices.

I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a woman in such pure ecstasy. I mean, I’ve made plenty of women cum, but nothing has ever been like this. When she floats back down, she collapses on my chest, her breath heaving.

I want nothing more than to be inside of her. Right now. To know what it feels like to have that tight pussy milk my cock.

But I plan on making her cum a few more times first. After a minute, she lifts her head and looks at me, wonder on her face. “I have never in my life had an orgasm like that,” she says bluntly.

I smile and drop a light kiss on her lips. “Just wait. That was only the teaser.”