Free Prescribed (The White Coat Series) by D.D. Parker

same passion bubbling over inside of him as well but I couldn’t be sure. He just kept his eyes on mine and smiled that perfect smile he loved to use. It had the power to disarm a whole army.
    I barely even stood a chance. 
    “I’m gonna go try these on, want to make sure they fit,” he said to me, leaving the bedazzled shirt on the shelf and taking a pair of pressed pants instead. I followed behind him, catching the scent of cologne that was being carried my way. I couldn’t help but notice how broad his shoulders were and how strong he looked. I could see so much more of his definition now that his white coat was off. And I started wanting more of it. 
    Fuck , I thought as flashes of Eric rushed passed. I pushed them away as far as I could, just focusing instead on Ryan and the way his shoulders moved when he walked. He had such a confidence in his step. It was as though people knew to step aside when he walked, his chest out and pronouncing his dominance. We took a right and walked straight into the hallway holding the dressing rooms. 
    I took a seat on a lonely, white wooden chair and motioned him to go inside of one of the rooms. His back was just as impressive through his dark black shirt. I noticed his perfectly cut hairline exposing the tenderness at the nape of his neck. I suddenly felt the urge to kiss it, softly at first, then transforming into a hungry aggressiveness that transferred over to the front of his body. I wanted to wrap my lips around him, tasting him. I wanted our bodies to meld together, sweat and heat exchanged in a dance made for two lovers. 
    “Hey, Emma?” 
    “Yeah?” I called to him through the dressing room door, trying to calm myself down.
    “I’m not sure how these pants are looking,” he asked, cracking the door open slightly. He was shirtless, caught in the midst of changing his top when he realized that his pants wouldn’t zip. I saw the swells that his strong muscles made underneath his powerful form and felt another sudden heat wave come over me. Seeing his perfectly sculpted chest, his tanned skin, his exposed nipples, the paler skin that cut a line across his hips, revealing a tan line underneath. It all sent me close to the edge. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep doing this without sneaking off and at least pleasing myself. 
    “I guess my ass was too big,” he said, swinging the door open and spinning around to show that his ass was, indeed, too big. The pants reached only half way up, leaving the rest of his plaid blue boxer briefs exposed. 
    We both cracked up laughing at the sight. This kid was ridiculous and also incredibly hot. He looked out to make sure no one else was in the dressing room and started strutting towards me. If there were stripper music playing, he would have been perfectly in sync. He stopped in front of me and closed my legs together as he lowered himself down on me, his arms pushing him up against the back wall. I still giggled at the sight but my internal temperature was reaching a fever pitch. A familiar sensation was starting to blur my logic as he grinded the air above me in a way that would make even Magic Mike jealous. 
    Then suddenly his lips were on mine and everything felt complete. I let out a tiny gasp at the unexpected contact, the suddenness scaring me. But his warm mouth invited mine, lowering my defenses as our kiss grew deeper and deeper. Electricity sparked between us as our tongues danced together, his hands running up through my hand and shifting my head, entering from an angle. My own hands reached up to his strong back as he grabbed me from my waist and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his strong core as he carried me to the dressing room, our lips still locked together. 
    He pinned me to the wall inside the small confines of the dressing room. I pushed up against him and felt his growing excitement through his boxers, the pants now down to his ankles. My hand traveled down and grabbed his package, unable