Dr. Hottie: Bad Boy Doctors Book 2 Page 8

  I nodded as if I clearly remembered what he described. It was scary how easy it was to imagine the two of us together, traveling the world. Almost as if we’d known each other in another life.

  Was it possible, that if I’d chosen a different path in life, one in which my medical career didn’t require so much time and energy, one in which I hadn’t been humiliated by my romance with Oliver, I could have had someone like Noah—Phillip—in my life? But it was far too late for wishing things were different now. Besides, I loved being a doctor. Loved helping people. I might have lost sight of my priorities at one point, but that wasn't going to happen again.

  “And we can’t forget Victoria Falls in Zambia,” Noah added, interrupting my thoughts. The path we were walking narrowed due to the vegetation overgrowth, and he came to a stop, briefly closing his eyes. “It was early morning, with a thick layer of fog over the whole valley as we hiked up to the falls. As we approached, the ground shook and water roared in our ears.”

  I closed my eyes, too, transported halfway around the world, the humid air clinging to my skin transformed into beads of fog.

  “When the morning sun cut through the fog, revealing the waterfall, its beauty took my breath away.”

  I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I nearly gasped at the admiration and fiery desire in his eyes. Unable to stop myself, I lifted my hand, cupped his cheek, and pulled him down for a kiss. When we parted, I could feel the words on my lips—words expressing how wonderful he was, what a great time I was having with him, how I didn't want that time to end. Instead, I pulled on our joined hands and croaked, “Come on. I want to see this waterfall.”

  We continued on our hike, stopping occasionally for a drink of water and a quick breather, but soon, I heard crashing water. The ground shook beneath us, just as he’d described.

  “We’re getting close, my perfection,” he said with an excited grin.

  The humid air grew thicker as we approached the water, and I swiped my arm across my forehead. Sweat dripped down my back, and my white tank top clung to my body. I imagined stripping away my clothes and slipping into the cool water beneath the waterfall and shivered with anticipation.

  Noah pulled me to a sudden stop and said, “Close your eyes.”

  “But we’re not there yet. How will I—”

  “I want it to be a surprise,” he explained before adding sweetly, “I won’t let you fall.”

  I closed my eyes. I trusted him completely. It was stupid, I knew that, but still, I trusted him.

  I trusted this stranger who seemed to be the furthest thing from a stranger.

  Still, control was a hard thing to let go of, so as we continued walking, his arm around my waist and guiding me, I tried to anticipate any rock or bump or tree root, shuffling my boots along the ground.

  Noah laughed. “Here.” He swept an arm under my knees and hoisted me up against his chest.

  I didn’t protest. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck, relishing our closeness, enjoying how his arms and chest muscles flexed against me, and how his warm breath fanned my face. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, wanting only to burrow closer, but it was only a few minutes later that he whispered, “Okay, I’m going to set you down. Keep your eyes closed.”

  He eased me to the ground and pulled me to his side. “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  When I did as he said, the sight before me was so unreal I wasn’t sure if I was actually seeing it or not. I’d traveled frequently the past five years, often to very beautiful countries, but I’d never seen anything as beautiful as this.

  The waterfall was entirely secluded. On either side of the gently cascading waters, vivid flowers in every imaginable color climbed stone walls. At the bottom was a pool of crystal clear aqua water half shaded by tall, arching palm trees. The other half of the pool flashed like diamonds under the glistening sunlight.

  “It’s incredible,” I breathed.

  Noah moved behind me and hooked his fingers under the hem of my tank top. “The only thing that could be more beautiful is seeing you naked in that water,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned my head to look at him. “Well, we need to find out. Because it’s our thing, right? Finding the most beautiful places in the world and fucking?”

  “Hell, yes,” he growled, the low sound making my stomach clench with desire. Roughly, he tugged at my shirt and I lifted my arms to aid him. He tossed it to the side. Then, he slipped his arms around my waist to work at the button of my shorts. They fell from my hips and pooled around my hiking boots.

  “Undo your laces.”

  I bent over at the waist. My ass, covered with a barely there orange swimsuit bottom, pressed against his crotch. As I kicked off my boots and socks, Noah skimmed his palms over the sensitive buds of my nipples, which responded easily to his skilled touch. Swiftly, he reached up and untied my bikini.

  Then he squatted behind me, running his hands along my skin the whole way down. With deft fingers, he pulled my swimsuit bottoms down. I slipped my feet free. He kissed my ass, then took a little nip, making me squeal. I tried to turn to face him, but he stopped me. “You turn around, and we’ll never make it in the water. Now go.”

  I took a shaky breath and walked along the smooth pebbles until I could slip into the deliciously cool pool. I glanced over my shoulder. Behind me, he knelt, his camera focused on my naked body. I smiled, and he clicked the shutter.

  “I thought you were supposed to be shooting the waterfall, darling,” I teased.

  “Fuck the waterfall.”

  I grinned and skimmed my fingertips over the water as it reached just past my knees. When it splashed against my hips, Noah ordered me to turn around. Exposed in front of the camera, I suddenly grew nervous, and covered my breasts. I expected him to tell me to drop my hands, but he didn’t. He just smiled and clicked.

  “Perfection,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him over the falls.

  My shyness drifted away as Noah moved, walking along the edge of the pool before slipping behind and beneath the waterfall, then emerging mostly dry on the other side.

  I swam further in and let the water of the falls crash down on my shoulders. When I looked back, Noah had set his camera down on a rock. I paddled gently in the water, admiring the muscles in his chest, his arms, his stomach. He smirked at me as he pulled down his trunks and his impressive length, half hard already, sprung free. He stroked himself on shore, his gaze focused on my tits bobbing on the water’s surface.

  “What are you waiting for? Worried about shrinkage?” I shouted at him, and his jaw dropped.

  “You’re going to regret that, dearest,” he said before diving head first into the pool.

  I shrieked and swam away as Noah came after me, but with his long limbs, he easily caught up. With a victorious shout, he wrapped his arms around me, and I felt his cock press against my hip.

  Definitely no shrinkage.

  Under the spray of the waterfall, we kissed. His mouth tasted like the clean waters we floated in. Our bodies felt like silk against each other as we struggled to get closer and closer. With his arm around me, I fumbled through the cool water to find his cock.

  He groaned against my lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him. Water pulsed against his shaft, and he threw back his head. I moved faster, as fast I could in the water, and he kissed along my neck. When his breath became shallow, I was surprised to find his fingers wrapping around my wrist to still my hand.

  “I want you to experience something first,” he said tugged at my hand. “Come with me.”

  I swam after him, confused when we left the pool’s cool waters. What was he doing? What did he have in mind? Because yes, we were surrounded by beauty, but nothing had ever felt more beautiful to me than his hard cock in my grip.

  “Watch your step,” he said. He raised a large frond, and I ducked underneath it to see a roughly cut staircase
in the stone that lead to the top of the falls. “And if you fall, please aim for my chest and not my cock.”

  He grinned, and both our gazes fell to his still rock-hard dick, twitching in the air as it arched toward his chest.

  “Right.” I laughed. “Aim for the cock.”

  “Dearest,” he said warningly.

  “I thought we were going to fuck,” I whined as I started up the natural stairs. “Not climb.”

  “Patience, my lovely. Stick with me, and I guarantee you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your entire life.”

  As I reached the halfway point up to the falls, I snuck a look back at him. “That’s a bold claim.” Not so bold, actually, since he’d already made me come harder than I ever had before, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

  He glanced down at his erection. “We’re pretty confident.”

  I giggled and continued leading him up the side of the cliff. When I came to the final step, I felt his hand on my ass and couldn’t tell if it was to make sure I didn’t fall or to cop a feel. I hoped it was to cop a feel.

  In terms of view, the top of the waterfall rivaled the bottom. In one direction, the river snaked towards us, and in the other direction, the jungle swept down in varying shades of green to the white sand beaches and cobalt blues of the ocean.

  When I looked at Noah, he was moving toward the edge of the waterfall, stepped across rocks that had been flattened by years of running water. About five feet away, he knelt and held out his hand to me.

  “Is that safe?” I asked.

  “With me it is.”

  I moved toward him. “The rocks are shaking!” I shouted over the roar of the water, awed by nature’s power.

  As he nodded, my fingers slid into his. He helped me down to the wide, flat rock next to him until we were standing at the very edge of the waterfall.

  I placed my hand on the flat rock and felt the vibration pulsing through it from the crashing water below us. To my shock, the vibrations thundered through my whole body, stimulating my clit too, and I finally understood what it was Noah had wanted me to feel.

  I squirmed against the rock. The roar screamed in my ears, constant and consuming, so intense that my sense of touch seemed to heighten to compensate.

  Noah reached behind my neck and pulled me close. I could count every thud of his heart, even over the roaring falls. His lips moved across my skin, leaving every place he kissed tingling. On my neck, on my clavicle, behind my ear. My body tingled under each of his kisses.

  He slipped his arms behind my back and eased me down until I lay flat on the rock. The vibrations felt amazing against my back, my legs, my ass. He was going to fuck me and it’d be incredible. But then he leaned close to my ear, the only way we could hear each other, and said, “Turn over.”

  I rolled onto my stomach, gasping as my hard nipples brushed against the pulsing stone. The rush of water from the falls pounded against the entrance of my vagina, and it was better than any shower head I’d ever played with. The thrill of feeling nature’s power beneath me almost brought me to the edge right then and there. Every inch of me was stimulated as Noah nipped at my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs.

  From behind me, he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, making me bite down on my forearm. I tried to arch my shoulders to get relief from the vibrations against my nipples, but a strong hand pressed me back down.

  “Oh!” I shouted, knowing no one heard me, not even Noah. “Oh my god.”

  The first thrust of his cock inside me made my vision white out. I held onto the edge of the rock tighter as he fucked me, filling me again and again with his hard cock. Every time he pulled out, the water swept over and into me so that there was no break in the overwhelming pleasure. I felt it everywhere, absolutely everywhere.

  When I hiked up my hips to escape the assault on my clit, he pushed into me deeper than before. His fingernails dug into the meat of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and I screamed against my arm at how deliciously filthy he was. He leaned his chest over my back as he continued to fuck me, and I felt his hot breath against my ear.

  “I heard your screams, dearest,” he panted. “You have no idea how much that turns me on.”

  He thrust into me and I moaned. His pace was brutal and everything I needed.

  “You can be as loud as you want,” he growled. “I want to hear you come.”

  His weight against my back forced my nipples and clit against the vibrating stone. When he tugged at my earlobe, I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed as my orgasm flooded through me.

  He groaned, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. I could only shudder as pleasure pulsed through me. It was nonstop, relentless, and I got lost in its cresting wave, waiting, waiting, waiting for it to ease but it never did.

  I heard him in my ear. “Fuck, you’re still coming.”

  His chest shook as his cock vibrated inside me, and suddenly, he exploded, his hot come shooting into me and pushing me over the edge yet again. As our chests heaved with the effort to catch our breaths, we laid together, shaking and lost in the thundering of the falls below us.

  When he finally pulled out of me and lifted himself from my back, I couldn’t move. His strong arms rolled me over, and as I gazed up at him, still not quite back down to earth, he mouthed, “You’re perfection.”

  Chapter 9

  Noah

  Fucking on top of a waterfall would go down in my memory banks as something incredible. After my gorgeous, nameless woman finally recovered from her intense climax, we’d clambered down the rock steps. Now, beneath the waterfall, in the shallows of the pool, we laid together. Her in between my legs and my arms around her chest as we watched the day pass before us. Neither of us wanted to do much of anything besides lounge in the cool waters and feel skin against skin.

  My lovely shifted slightly against my chest, only to nestle again with a contented sigh. Her wet hair floated around her shoulders, glistening in the afternoon sun as the small ripples from the falls rolled against us. Our feet teased each other under the crystal clear water.

  The whole time we’d been here we hadn’t seen another person, so I wasn’t entirely convinced other humans even existed. It was just her and I, and I didn’t want that to change.

  After we had enjoyed hours of simple silence, she said, “This day has been wonderful.”

  Her voice was hesitant. It seemed like she’d been churning the words over in her mind and had decided just then to say them. I felt tension in her shoulders as she waited for me to respond.

  “It’s been more than I could ever ask for,” I said before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

  The tense muscles in her back relaxed against my chest.

  “I wish it didn’t have to end,” she continued.

  “But then tomorrow would never begin,” I said. “And tomorrow means another day I get to wake up and see you again. Tomorrow means another day I get to hear your laugh. Tomorrow means another day I get to experience more of life with you. I wouldn’t want to miss that.”

  Under the water, I ran my hands along her legs and kissed the back of her neck. She gave a moan of pleasure, and I knew I’d never tire of hearing that sound.

  “Tomorrow,” I said, cupping her breasts, which under the water felt like the smoothest silk, “I get to see these masterpieces again and realize I’ve never seen a pair of tits as perfect and plump and delicious as these.”

  I circled my thumbs over her nipples and she giggled, squirming underneath my touch.

  “When tomorrow comes, I’ll have another chance to watch these nipples get hard under my tongue and marvel at how responsive you are to my touch.”

  Her head fell back against my shoulder. I loved how she looked like that: sun on her tanned skin, eyes fluttering closed beneath golden lashes that flashed in the light, mouth parted, biting her lip when I ghosted my fingers over her sensitive skin.

  “Tomorrow has to come, my dearest.” I loved the way she whimpered when
my hand moved in between her legs. “Because if tomorrow doesn’t come, I won’t get to watch you come, early in the morning when the sun is still rising. I won’t get to watch you wake up to the feeling of my cock against your perfect little pussy.”

  I teased her clit, and she sucked in a breath.

  “I want to see again the way you look at me as I fuck you through your orgasm, as you come undone, as you scream my name.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ve already seen that today, my lovely. All I want to do is see it again.”

  Even in the warmth of the afternoon sun, I saw goosebumps climb up her exposed arms. She reached her arm behind my head and intertwined her fingers in my hair. I leaned into her touch and only wanted more.

  “Maybe tomorrow,” she whispered, “can be the first time I tug at your hair.”

  She experimented with a pull, and I relished the small amount of pain, imagining more of it tomorrow. The passion of her fingers in my hair, the need in her painful tugs, the desperation.

  “Maybe I tug your hair and ride you and take you in my mouth.”

  I tried to keep my mind from exploding. She rolled over in my arms so she was facing me and pressed her hands against my chest. She rubbed her body against mine under the water, arching against me before grinning and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “Tomorrow,” she whispered, her face just inches from mine, “I could make you come while screaming my name.”

  I nodded enthusiastically, and she laughed. She kissed me, but every time I tried to deepen it, she pulled back, and I growled in frustration.

  “Tomorrow I could bring you to the edge,” she whispered, peppering kisses between each word, “and keep you there all day until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”

  “Fuck,” I moaned. “You are a magical creature.”

  “Oh, no I’m not,” she said with a laugh. “Trust me, you have no idea.”

  The words came out of my mouth before I even rolled them over in my mind. “But I’d like to.”