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I tried to adjust myself under the weight of his body, but I could feel his heart pound against my breast.
“Don’t say anything,” he whispered, kissing my neck.
Could he read it in my eyes? All my doubts. All my protests. All the rules we had to discuss that we’d broken repeatedly.
My lips parted as he moved to my throat. The after sex was almost as good as the foreplay. My body felt calm and alive at the same time. I felt safe and close to him, as if I’d somehow given him the deepest parts of me when I came in his arms. The way he could switch from animal hunger to a slow seduction was hotter than hot. Wes had me and he knew it.
“When’s your next shift?” His teeth nipped at my earlobe.
“I have to be at the hospital at seven,” I managed to say, while my body moved under his direction. “But I need to go home and shower and get clothes. And sleep. I need to sleep. I have a surgery in the morning.”
Wes wasn’t the kind of man who took no for an answer. He was cocky and arrogant, and from the first time I met him, I thought he was a complete chauvinistic asshole. But while his cock was rocking against my core, none of that seemed to matter. I wanted to say yes to him. I wanted to believe he wasn’t only hot, but that he was good. That he actually cared. That taking me to bed meant something to him. Had I lost my mind?
“I want you to stay.”
I tried to wiggle free. “I can’t. We both know that can’t happen.”
He pushed inside me, and I felt how hard he had gotten again. Holy shit. My hips bucked instantly.
“It can. What is it you’re worried about?”
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t remember why I kept telling him no. He struck a sensitive spot and I moaned. “You don’t play fair.”
He grinned wickedly. “Me not play fair? With this body, you have me eating out of your hand, or anywhere else you want.”
I closed my eyes, my head rolling back. It felt so good, but I knew it was wrong. I had signed a contract and declared an oath that I would not have a personal relationship with any patient. His hips ground into mine and I gasped.
“I can’t be your doctor, Wes. I can’t.”
“Then give me Dr. Bad Breath.” His mouth landed on my nipple and he sucked until it was hard and perked in his teeth.
I nodded. That could work. I could pass his case off first thing in the morning. Hand him over to Dr. Evans and forego the doctor-patient relationship conflict. But I felt the queasiness in my stomach. That wasn’t the only problem. It was him. It was the womanizing playboy who had me flipped upside down.
In less than twenty-four hours, he had convinced me to do things I didn’t know I wanted to do. Craved to do. He had seduced me not five steps into his kitchen. He had taken me how he wanted and when he wanted, and I loved it. I loved how he possessed me. I loved how he claimed my body. But it wasn’t real. Wes Blakefield was dangerous. The instant I walked out the door, another woman could walk in, and she’d hear all the same lines and get all the same great, amazing sex. This wasn’t my reality. This was his.
I pushed against his shoulders until he released me. “Something wrong?”
I nodded. “I can’t do this, Wes. None of it.” I pulled the jersey down over my breasts, covering them from his view. The boxers were too far out of reach, and he was still deep inside me.
“I don’t get it.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head. “We’re still having fun, aren’t we?”
I felt stupid. I was on an emotional roller coaster I shouldn’t be riding. He never promised me anything other than one night. And how was I supposed to know that an epic night of sex would penetrate feelings I didn’t think were possible to touch? He had unlocked Pandora’s box and had no idea.
“Everything’s not about fun.”
“Isn’t it?” The devilish grin was back as his shaft slid inside me again.
My back arched from the intensity. “You can’t do that,” I moaned. “I can’t think.”
“To be honest, this is the first conversation I think I’ve had while I was fucking a woman, but it’s kind of hot.” His thumb pressed on my lip, and I took it in my mouth. “Don’t fight how this feels,” he told me. I bit down on his thumb. “Ow.”
I smiled. “How did that feel?”
“I only have one good hand right now, so don’t bite off my fingers.” He scowled.
“You won’t listen to me. I had to get your attention.” I glared at him.
“You don’t think you have my attention? I’m completely focused on you and only you. I’m focused on kissing you. Touching you. Fucking you. Making you come over and over.”
