Complicated Girl (Baker Street Romance #2)(19)
Author: Mimi Strong

When did that go on? Hot damn, his eyes are even more sexy now that his mouth is covered. Now I can see the flecks of copper and gold in his rich brown eyes. Wow. He could be an eye model. I’m not sure if that’s a thing, but he could definitely be an eye model for contact lens advertisements.

My body gets hot and weird, letting me know it’s now developing a dentist fetish. I have a feeling my next cleaning appointment is going to be weird.

He pulls away from my mouth and removes the latex gloves with a sexy snap. “You’re all fixed up,” he says through his sexy medical mask.

“That’s it?” I run my tongue over the stumpy spot and find only tooth. “Damn, you’re fast.”

“How does it feel?” His mouth isn’t visible, but the concern is unmistakeable in his eyes.

“It’s not loose anymore. It was really loose before.” I flick the spot with my tongue again. “Are you sure it’s not on backwards?”

The tooth feels perfect, but the frown on his face is so enjoyable. “Maybe not backwards, but definitely crooked.”

He thrusts his hands at my jaw. “Let me see.” He sounds annoyed, and I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does.

I squirm in my seat. “Ew, bare hands! Yuck.”

He drops his hands to my legs for a moment. We stare into each other’s eyes. Now what?

I keep rubbing my tongue over the perfectly-installed cap. “Definitely crooked.”

He reaches up and pulls the dental mask down to rest around his neck. He places his bare hands on either side of my jaw. My breathing gets shallow. I open my mouth to let him look.

He leans closer and closer, then brings his mouth to mine. I adjust my jaw, and we’re kissing.

This is happening!

And to think, this all happened because I used a pair of pliers to pop off my dental cap.

Totally worth it.

Chapter 15

Drew’s GQ-sexy tongue slips into my mouth, and I mean all the way in. As he licks my molars, I realize he’s checking the filling with his tongue. This makes me giggle, blowing air out awkwardly between our lips.

“Tooth feels fine to me,” he murmurs softly against my mouth.

“Can you check the other side?”

He locks his mouth on mine and gently tongues the inside of my cheek. I don’t usually like so much tongue, but Drew’s tongue is different. It’s better than regular tongue. He’s got GQ tongue.

He pulls the tongue back and goes back to lip stuff. Ah, this is nice. Sexy, soft GQ lips.

I want this moment to last, so I’m being very careful not to fall off my chair. He shifts his body to be closer to mine, his legs on either side of my legs.

I do what feels natural and reach down to grab his ass. Clutching his divinely muscular butt, I pull him toward me, until he’s over my thighs, basically sitting on my lap.

He moans in protest, but keeps kissing me. Our mouths fit together perfectly, and he tastes like that good smell that comes off him: chocolate, citrus, balls.

I reach both hands up under his sweater, touching his back under the heat trapped by the orange sweater. His torso undulates over my touch, sending a white hot lightning bolt of lust through me.

He pulls his mouth off mine and quickly slides back off my thighs, onto his own chair. My heart sinks, the rejection of his body language washing over me. I don’t have to feel bad for long, though, because he reaches down, grabs my ass, and pulls me onto his lap.

I slide up, getting a nice surprise when I reach my destination. He’s not rejecting me at all.

“Meenie, I’ve got balls.”

I move back an inch. “Am I squishing them?” I speak directly down toward his crotch. “Sorry, balls.”

He laughs. “What I mean is, I’m comfortable with myself. I know I’m a man. I can sit on your lap if you want me to. Hell, I’ll squirm around and give you a lap dance, if that’s something you like.” His hands feel hot on my ass, and he squeezes my butt, rocking me against his lap. “But, all things considered, I’d rather have your sweet, heart-shaped ass right here, on my lap.” He rocks me again, rubbing me against his growing hardness. “Selfish jerk that I am.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and grind against him like a horny teenager with ten minutes left on curfew. He moans to let me know he likes this just as much as I do.

We kiss some more. I keep rocking and grinding on his lap, my eyes closed. This is good. This is so much better than what I dared imagine when I called his phone number.

When I open my eyes, he’s staring up at me with the most loving expression I’ve ever seen on a man in real life. He’s looking at me like I’m wearing devil horns, plus a halo. Like I’m his dirty slut and his salvation, all wrapped up in one.

“Oh, f**k,” I mutter. I lean forward, my hair settling around our faces like a curtain, and I crush my lips against his. Speaking of horny teens, I’m about to come, right through my jeans. He grips my butt and grinds me against him. I try to pull away before it happens, but my reflexes are not on the same program. My h*ps jerk with urgency, and I mash my mouth against his as I cry out in ecstasy.

My body fills with goodness and light, stars shooting everywhere. My toes curl and my fingers clutch the back of Drew’s perfect head.

Gasping to catch my breath, I pull my mouth away from his. He looks confused. “Did you just come?”

I slide a few inches back, my eyes cast down on the green mask sitting at his collar like a deconstructed bow-tie.

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Did you?” he asks, incredulous.

I reach down to his neck and yank his mask up to cover his mouth and nose. The mask makes it slightly easier to look at his face, but I can’t meet his eyes.

“No,” I say defensively. I pull back from his lap and retreat to the safety of my own chair. I cross my legs. “Whatever.”

He studies my face, his gold-flecked brown eyes sharply inquisitive above the green mask. He blinks, holding me with his gaze as he slowly pulls the mask off over his head.

“I’ve never seen anything so hot,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t make fun of me. I’m embarrassed enough as it is. Stop looking at me, you freak.”

He chuckles. “Meenie, I’m not what you’d call a virgin, but in a way, I am.”

I shrug, putting on a cool, dismissive air. “Looks like you just lost your dry humping virginity.”

He lets out a long, audible breath, then places his palms on my thighs. “For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me. That I wasn’t man enough.” His eyelids lower as he stares down at his hands on my legs. “But maybe I’m not the one with the problem. Maybe I never was.”