Previously:

He was having difficulty now.

Bella was looking at him with an expression he'd never seen on her face before. Only in his fantasies had he seen her like this - or maybe a few times when she stared at Edward Cullen - but he had only dreamed that such a look would ever be directed at him.

He realized then, he had never been this close to her, ever. He'd never seen the flecks of swirling golds and emerald greens that peppered her deep brown eyes; or the freckles, barely visible, that dotted the bridge of her nose. Never noticed how plump her bottom lip was - trapped between her pearly front teeth - or how smooth it looked glistening with her saliva.

Even as he noticed all of these new things, he gulped, suddenly feeling like perhaps he'd written her incorrectly in his porn smut; because, at the moment, he felt so unsteady in the presence of a clearly 'awake' Bella that he didn't know what to do.

Indeed, he was faced with a Bella who, as 'Belle', was more akin to a predator than a sub, looking at 'Eric the Red' as her prey.

Chapter 4

As he felt himself falling into those hungry eyes, mesmerized by the sparkly browns and golds, he had to physically jerk his head down to break the spell she'd cast on him.

Holy Smoke! Was she some sort of enchantress?

With his eyes finally resting on her perfectly bitable breasts, he took a moment to center himself and will himself to relax. When he finally did - after an internal pep talk and a subtle adjustment of his too-tight pants - he peeked up at her from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her reaction to this whole bizarre and admittedly arousing experience.

Bella's cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were totally blown, a sure sign she was as affected as he was. She was looking away from him, her top lip trapped between her teeth, gently chewing on the soft pink flesh.

For some reason, the rhythmic motion of her teeth on her lip excited him, and he froze for several long seconds. Finally jerking himself back and forcing his eyes away from that sexy lip, he worked her breast with both hands, not even paying the slightest attention to 'diagnostically' examining them, as his mind was filled with erotic images and lusty urges.

He had completely lost track of the time he'd spent squeezing her breasts, blinking as he realized he was rather brazenly tweaking her nipples. He quickly pulled his hands back - like a kid caught sneaking a cookie from the jar - and tried to control his own breathing, afraid to look back up at her and what he might see.

Simultaneously ashamed and aroused, his trembling hands took the edges of the gown and closed the tie, pulling it back into place and concealing her chest. Once she was covered up, he let out a breath with a soft exhale. "Looking really good, Bella," he announced in a shaky voice, and immediately wanted to curse himself for his poor word choice when he saw her blush spreading over her cheeks. "I...I mean, there are no problems that I can see...I mean feel," he added, lamely.

Bella, who had been fighting a moan during the breast exam, didn't say anything to his interesting turn of phrase, though she felt like laughing at his obvious discomfort, as this was just too surreal!

Eric, meanwhile, was mortified at his slip up. When he glanced upwards at her, she was rolling that juicy, plump bottom lip between her front teeth again, her eyes hooded under her long lashes.

Fuck, he thought to himself, and took a steadying breath; for the first time, ever, he was contemplating calling for a proctor to keep him from going over the edge. He had never been so close to losing his cool before - not like this - and no matter how much he might want to, he knew he couldn't just slip his gloves off and caress that silky soft skin of her legs, sliding his fingers up, higher and higher, until finally...

Jerking his head back, he immediately began desperately thinking of the most un-sexual thoughts he could; a good one came to his mind, one of his mother's friends, Mrs. Johnson, a whiny, extremely overweight and grooming-challenged harridan who was always eyeing him up and trying to set him up with her niece...who took after the old witch in both looks and personality...the image was so revolting that he began to calm immediately and got himself under a semblance of control.

He glanced at her eyes, and she too seemed to have calmed, leaving him feeling ready to proceed. "All right Bella, we are going to do the pelvic, and an anal exam as well to check for bruising. Okay?"

Bella let out a small breath gave him a weak smile. She was on such a razors edge that even his normal speaking voice was making her heart thump. "Okay."

Eric slid his rolling work cart and stool to the bottom of the exam table, by her feet and between her legs. He stood and moved the stirrups into position, taking another breath, before he gently took her feet and placed them out wide in the stirrups, sliding the rubber cushions behind her knees to keep her supported and in place.

Bella let out a whooshing breath as he rolled his seat up between her spread thighs, her heart thundering in her chest.

"You okay?" Eric asked, grateful for the interruption, as he was teetering on the brink again.

Her face turned red. "Sorry, just...I didn't realize how embarrassing this could be. It's been a while since I've been to a doctor."

Eric was grateful for her embarrassment and chuckled, trying to dilute the tension. "Bella, it's perfectly normal to feel that way. Usually, women who have pelvic exams have one of two reactions: either very nervous and uncomfortable, or aroused and uncomfortable. Very, very few women are unaffected."

Bella barked a short laugh, and Eric chuckled in response. "It's true, Bella. There is nothing normal about someone sitting between your legs and touching you and examining your body intimately without sex being involved."

And that's a damn shame, he added in his thoughts.

"I guess that's true," she finally said, seeming to relax a bit. And then she cocked an eyebrow, her mouth twitching into a smile. "You have a really good bedside manner, Doctor."

Eric laughed, blushing slightly. "Why, thank you Bella. That's very nice of you to say."

With the tension momentarily eased, Eric moved his gloved hands to the tie on the bottom of the robe, and Bella's momentary relaxation quickly evaporated. Slowly, as his hands moved, the light cotton began to separate, leaving wide swaths of pale, creamy skin exposed for Eric's perusal. When he pushed the gown up over her thighs so it gathered at her waist, fully exposing her body from her belly down to her feet, she flushed a bright pink, the heat of it traveling from her face to her nipples, turning her skin to cream and roses.

Bella felt like a deer in the headlights, and could not keep her gaze from slowly rising. Her eyes finally locked on to Eric's face, looking to see what he would do in the face of her obvious arousal.

Eric, meanwhile, had taken a deep breath, his eyes never rising up, remaining down and fixed on the linoleum floor for a long, endless second; finally he slowly raised his eyes up, his gaze inexorably drawn front and center, straight between her legs.

As his vision focused on the sight before him, he felt that, for a brief moment, he might go into cardiac arrhythmia. It just wasn't safe for a heart to thunder so hard as his was.

With his pulse crashing in his ears, he sat mute, his mouth dry and his hands twitching. For a few seconds, he was no longer Dr. York; instead, he was a teenager again, awed and shyly in lust with the beautiful Bella Swan, the girl that was unattainable to the masses of pubescent boys at Forks High. Before him, spread out like a feast, was the girl he had wanted more than any other, even long after she moved away to greener pastures and who he never expected to see again. And even after she was long gone, he always held onto his fantasies of her, which were only fueled when he saw her on stage all those years ago.

Aware that he needed to start the exam, he found it difficult to form words with a mouth as dry as the Sahara and hands that were clenched to keep them from trembling.

Eric tried every trick in the book to force his rising ardor down, trying hard to be dispassionate and not focus on the clearly well groomed, tight curls that led down to...

He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from gasping, fighting with everything he had to ignore the undeniable evidence of how clearly aroused Bella was.

For him.

Finally forcing his eyes back down to safer pastures, Eric found himself glancing past her shapely thighs, strong calves, and delicate ankles, idly noting that she was clearly well toned, and her skin was creamy and flawless, save for a few small scars on her knees.

Biting the inside of his cheek again - the pain helped him focus - Eric hazily realized he had not been this tumescent during a pelvic exam in...well, ever. Maybe the first one he ever did with a beautiful young girl - she must have been 19 or 20, and he had just started practicing a year earlier - could have come close, but only because the girl was clearly interested in him mounting her right there on the table. He was smart enough not to do so, as it was far too soon to jeopardize his career, and - at least up until today - he thought he would never fall prey to the temptation and cross the line into unprofessional behavior.

When his eyes finally moved away from her lower half - there was simply no safe place to look - he glanced up to see a red faced Bella looking down at him, eyes dark and focused on him like twin lasers. Even worse, her plump bottom lip was trapped between those big white teeth again, and he wanted to bite it himself, or...or something.

His professional demeanor was taking a huge hit right now.

"I..," he started to speak, but shook his head, his mind going blank. Trying again, he kept things simple. "I'm going to start the exam, Bella. It will feel cold, okay?" His voice cracked a few times, and he took deep, measured breaths to prevent himself from hyperventilating.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice very shaky as well.

Probably as shaky as his control.

He forced himself to look down again, and moved his hand under the bottom of her butt cheeks, palming them firmly. Even through the glove he felt the glorious heat coming from her skin. "Okay, scoot down lower into my hand, Bella," he ordered. She slid down the slight incline, her legs opening further and her butt pressing harder into his gloved palm. His fingers twitched - almost a massaging motion - and he thought he heard her take a deep breath. Right now he wished he could lose the gloves, he wanted to feel her soft skin.

Even though the gloves were thin, it wasn't enough.

With her finally in position, he finally moved his hand away from her bum. Glancing up, he noticed a single drop of sweat beginning a long, slow trail down the center of her belly, and Eric was mesmerized watching it as it moved lower, lower, just passed her belly button, over the long expanse of her pelvis...

Stifling a cry, he wished he could lean down and lick that little drop up. It would be salty and warm...

He shook his head hard enough to snap him out of his hazy daydream, and picked up the tube of petroleum jelly as though it personally offended him. He squeezed the tube and thoroughly coated his fingers, taking an extra amount of time doing so as he was still trying to keep his hands steady - not easy to do with her legs spread wide and her completely exposed lower half staring in his face.

The thought about where his fingers were about to go made it even worse, and he was throbbing so hard that it was almost painful, and he idly wondered if he could momentarily excuse himself and toss one off in the bathroom. Hell, it wouldn't take very long...

"Here we go, Bella. Please tell me if something hurts you or is uncomfortable." His eyes trailed up over her quivering form until his eyes locked with hers for a long, breathless moment, and his hand moved forward, middle finger extended forward and turned up...

A/N - let me know what you think and where you want this to go!