Chapter 39 The Hot Doctor's Touch (2)

• His hands were still on me, firm and possessive, when he suddenly stepped back just enough to turn me around. My heart slammed against my chest as he faced me, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. Then he reached up, hooking a finger under the edge of his mask, and pulled it down. I stopped breathing.
• He was gorgeous. More than I’d imagined, more than I could’ve prepared for. His jaw was sharp, chiseled like it was carved from stone, and his full lips parted slightly as he exhaled, revealing a hint of a smirk that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His skin glowed under the harsh hospital lights, a deep, flawless brown that made me want to touch every inch of him, and those eyes—God, those eyes—burned into me, stripping me bare without even trying. He was so handsome it almost hurt to look at him, like staring at something too perfect to be real.
• I didn’t think. I couldn’t. My hands shot up, grabbing the collar of his white coat, and I yanked him down, crashing my lips against his. He didn’t hesitate—not for a second. His mouth claimed mine, hot and hungry, kissing me senseless like he’d been waiting for this as long as I had. His tongue swept over mine, deep and demanding, and I melted into him, a desperate moan vibrating in my throat. He tasted like mint and something darker, something that made my head spin and my body ache for more.