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I held onto him. The solid beat of his heart under my ear steadied me. He ran a hand up and down my back. I closed my eyes. He felt so good. Being held by someone felt so good.
After a while, he said, “I need to take a look at your knee.”
He stepped back, then crouched, and pushed my torn dress up to uncover my scraped knee.
“I’m sorry to see this dress is ruined. I liked it.”
Biting my lip, I tried not to feel too much pleasure from that.
He glanced up. “Actually, it’s more what’s under the dress I like most.” Then he saw my knee and winced sympathetically. Then got to work cleaning that as well.
Kavner Fury was crouched in front of me, taking care of my injuries.
He’d also rushed into gunfire to help me. My heart knocked against my ribs.
Before I realized he’d finished, he stood. One finger stroked my cheek and I jolted. I looked up into dark blue eyes.
Everything inside me warmed. My hands clenched on the edge of the table, and I couldn’t look away.
How could he be so gentle, so caring? He was meant to be a ruthless, ambitious billionaire.
“London,” he said in a low murmur.
There was a voice in my head shouting at me to get off the table and get away from him, but the rest of me didn’t want to listen.
He leaned closer, and I pressed my hands to his chest. My fingers clenched in the soft fabric of his shirt.
Warm lips pressed against my temple. “I want to make him pay for hurting you.”
I closed my eyes as his voice shivered through me. I shouldn’t like hearing that.
His lips moved over my cheek.
“I hate seeing you hurt.”
Liquid heat filled me. And I couldn’t take it anymore.
I turned my head and pressed my lips to his.
He groaned. His lips moved over mine—hot, electric, and way too tempting. I got a taste of him, something dark and smooth.
He cupped the back of my head and deepened the kiss. It wasn’t rushed or rough. No, Kavner Fury took his time, exploring, savoring. His tongue stroked mine. His kiss was a heady mix of possessive and seductive.
Heat exploded inside me. This was wrong, but it felt so right. I wanted to stop thinking. For once, I just wanted to feel.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
The amused female voice made me jerk.
Kavner straightened, and the look in his eyes made my belly coil. Heat. Pure, white-hot heat.
No one had looked at me like that before.
It was the sound of a clearing throat that made us both turn our heads.
A middle-aged African-American woman stood in the doorway. Her black-and-gray hair was cut in a stylish bob around her strong-boned face, and she carried a boxy, black-leather bag.
“Hello, Dr. Hamilton,” Kavner said. “You look gorgeous as always.”
