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He chuckles, and I swear my blood pressure rises at the sound alone. “No, spitfire, I didn’t cum inside you. I’d want you awake for that.”
“Getting a bit ahead of yourself,” I snap and shove at his chest. “I want to get up.”
“You lost the right to make any demands, Isla.”
“I apologized! I said I’m sorry, I can’t go back and change it, so that’s the best I can do.” Arguing with Doc at the best of times is like talking to a brick wall, but being trapped under him, unable to escape his infuriating smirk, is only making things worse. “I don’t know what the hell you want from me.”
“I want everything.”
Before I can respond, his lips crash down on mine and steal my words and my breath right from my lungs. Every pass of his tongue, nip of his teeth, growl from his throat, makes it harder to think of a reason I need to pull away.
Every time he kisses me, I forget all the reasons this is a bad idea. I forget that he’ll never love me. I forget that he was the reason my family was torn apart. And I forget how much it’s going to hurt when this all falls apart.
His length hardens against my thigh, and I’m all too aware of how easily he could slip inside me, something I’m not sure I’m ready for. The naive part of me always thought whoever would take my virginity would be someone who loved me, but the more time I spend with Doc, the more I wonder if he’s capable of love at all.
A phone vibrating around the bedside table drags us apart and for a long moment, our eyes are locked. His are wild anduntamed, like he’s about to lose the carefully crafted control and take me right here and now, consequences be damned, and I choose not to think about what mine must relay.
He reaches over and plucks the phone from the nightstand and growls something under his breath. “Looks like you’re saved for now, little spitfire.”
He rolls off the bed and disappears into the bathroom before I can ask what the hell he means by that.
Will I ever feel anything other than over my head when it comes to this man?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DOC
“What?” I snap into the phone, irritated by the fact that work has once again dragged me away from Isla. The irony isn’t lost on me that just a few weeks ago, I would have worked twenty-four hours a day to escape my demons.
Now I want nothing more than to spend long days exploring Isla’s body, committing every inch to memory, worshipping her until she can’t think, let alone breathe without me.
And that should be my first sign I need to end this before it can go any further.
But I’m past that point. If I’m honest with myself, I think I have been since the first time our lips touched and I tasted her sweetness.
It’s enough to bring even the strongest of men to their knees.
“I heard there was a commotion at Ignite last night and you were there,” Storm says distractedly, completely unaffected by my gruff greeting. He’s been dealing with me for more than a decade, I guess he’s used to it now.
“You heard right.”
“Is Isla okay?”
I pause at the fact he knows her name when I haven’t spoken to him about her, but the siblings talk, and between Snow helping with the wedding and Everett doing her background check, I’m not entirely surprised. “She’ll be okay.”
He sighs, and I can tell I’m frustrating him. The man is almost unflappable, but since Ayvah, his fiancée, came into his life, his emotions have been much more present. “Let me know if there’s anything you need,” he says. “And take the week off. We can manage without you for a few days.”
“I don’t need?—”
He cuts me off. “I’m well aware you don’tneedthe time off, Doc. It would just be nice for you to spend some time with your wife.”
I huff out a laugh and rub my hand over my face. This fucking family. “Let me know if anything pops up that you need me for.”
“Will do.”
He hangs up the phone, and I shake my head. It used to only be Wynter and Snow who would meddle, but now Rayne and Storm are almost just as bad.
When I step back into the bedroom, Isla is missing and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I’m not surprised that she used the first reprieve I gave her to disobey me, but then I doubt she would have ever piqued my interest at all if she was well-behaved.
