Page 29 of One Reckless Night

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AMELIA

“Jared,” I breathed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His lips had been on mine just seconds ago. I could still feel the heat of him, the pressure of his body against mine.

I stepped back, trying to create some distance between us, but my legs felt wobbly. My mind was reeling. What had just happened? And more importantly, why had I kissed him back?

Jared was watching me intently, his gray eyes dark with an emotion I couldn’t quite read. Desire? Confusion? Regret? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

“Amelia,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have⁠—”

“No,” I cut him off, holding up a hand. “You shouldn’t have.”

But even as I said the words, I knew they weren’t entirely true. Part of me—a part I’d been trying desperately to ignore—had wanted that kiss. Had been wanting it for weeks, if I was being honest with myself.

“I know. It was unprofessional. I just… I got caught up in the moment.”

I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts. “It’s fine. We were both… it was a mistake. Let’s just forget it happened.”

But I wanted him. I was always good. I never did anything risky or wild. And the man was here in my lab looking at me like he wanted me. Like really wanted me. Why couldn’t I walk on the wild side just once?

I pushed aside all the reasons why I shouldn’t and looked him straight in the eyes. His expression of guilt evaporated. He reached for me again. His mouth slammed against mine. It was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I melted into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair.

He backed me up against the desk, his body pressing into mine. I gasped as my hips hit the edge. He pulled away for a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine for permission. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and kissed him again, my hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Jared Welch, the arrogant, infuriatingly sexy neurosurgeon I’d been fantasizing about forever, was pressed against me in my lab of all places. I hadn’t felt this alive in years. My mind screamed at me to stop, that this was a bad idea, but my body wouldn’t listen.

His lips trailed down my jawline, making their way to my neck. Sparks of pleasure shot through me as he nibbled and sucked gently, sending shivers down my spine. My senses were on fire; his scent, his warmth, the feel of his hands roaming over my body left me breathless. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it showed.

He pushed my lab coat down my arms until it fell to the floor. I jerked at his neatly tucked-in shirt, yanking it from the waistband of his slacks.

“I want you, Amelia,” Jared growled, his voice dripping with need. He yanked off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs.

I had been thinking about those abs since the jet ski incident. His hands roamed my body desperately, sliding under my blouse to cup my breasts. He massaged them firmly as he claimed my mouth again in a searing kiss.

I arched into his touch, crying out softly as he teased my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. His hardness pressed against my belly, filling me with heat.

I fumbled with his belt buckle, eager to free his straining cock. He batted my hands away impatiently, unfastening it himself before shoving down his slacks and boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, huge and throbbing.

“God, Amelia,” he groaned hoarsely as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking from base to tip. “I’ve fantasized about this… wanted to bend you over from the day we met.”

I couldn’t speak, too turned on to form words. Instead I squeezed him harder, reveling in the way he twitched in my grasp. He jerked up my skirt. Thank God it was a loose one and not a pencil skirt like I typically wore.

His hand slid up my thigh, pushing aside my panties to find me soaked and ready for him. I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so hot for him.

“So wet already,” he purred smugly, stroking through my slick folds with skilled fingertips. “You like that I’m taking control? Using your body however I please?”

“Yes,” I gasped shamelessly as he thrust two fingers inside me.

“Are you sure about this, Amelia?” Jared’s voice was husky with desire, his gray eyes blazing into mine. “We can still stop at any point.”

But even as he said the words, his hand was still stroking between my legs, two fingers pumping in and out of my slick heat. I clenched around him desperately, my hips bucking to meet his touch.

“No,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. I need this. Need you.”

I tugged him closer, capturing his lips as he worked a third finger inside me. He groaned into my mouth, his thumb circling my clit.

I fumbled at my blouse, popping the buttons impatiently as Jared’s other hand reached up to grab one breast hard enough to hurt in the best way.