" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
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VESTA'S POV
Saturday morning I headed over to Miguel's house, excited to spend the whole weekend with him.
I just entered inside to see Dr. Kim and Miguel were just getting ready to go play golf.
"Perfect timing, Ves. We were planning to play golf. C'mon. " Miguel grinned when he saw me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Golf? Really? You know I've never picked up a golf club in my life."
"Which is why it'll be fun to watch you try." he teased, grabbing one of the golf bags. Dr. Kim passed me a warm smile and grabbed the other set of clubs.
Don't smile at me like that.
I stuck my tongue out at Miguel but still followed them out to the golf course, curious despite my doubts. The warm sun was shining and the green fairways looked almost peaceful.
At the first hole, the guys set me up with a club and some golf balls to practice my swing. Miguel stifled a laugh as I clumsily tried to figure out the right stance and grip.
" Guel, I swear. " This lil devil was being too much. Not everyone is perfect at everything.
My heart raced as Dr. Kim stepped in behind me, his body heat enveloped me. I could smell his subtle cologne, earthy and intoxicating.
"Mind if I help adjust your stance?" His voice was warm tones of aged whiskey against my ear. I gave a shaky nod, suddenly hyper-aware of every point where his front grazed my back.
Dr. Kim's calloused palms covered my hands on the club grip, his fingers gently repositioned mine. His chest pressed against me as he altered my arm placement, strong and assured. I felt utterly surrounded by his presence, my senses overwhelmed.
"There, just like that. " he murmured in approval. "Now keep your head steady." One hand trailed down my forearm as the other settled on my hip, a smoldering line against my side as he minutely adjusted my stance.
I bit my lip, trying to control my breathing. The innocent closeness sparked a heat low in my belly.
God , Vesta. You need to control your hormones. Stop behaving like a teenager. He's just teaching me, thats all.
I scolded myself. But my body had other ideas as it thrummed with escalating tension.
Dr. Kim's husky voice gave instructions, but I struggled to process actual words. I was profoundly aware of the man himself - his firm planes, his woodsy scent, the measured cadence of his breath against my neck.
Gathering all my focus, I managed to swing as directed. The impact of the club on the ball was a shallow reward next to the viciously sensual thrill of Dr. Kim's embrace.
