Page 24 of Wild For You

I stroke her gently, rubbing my fingers against her sweet spot, and we kiss until our breaths come short and ragged.

We kiss until she grinds her hips into me, until I know I could bring her to the edge.

“Do you feel how much I want you?” I whisper and press my erection into her. My words make her freeze.

Shit.

She pries her mouth away from mine and struggles out of my grip.

Her cheeks are ablaze, and her eyes shimmer with awareness, as if my words have made her realize the impact of our intimate encounter.

I should have kept my stupid mouth shut.

“God, Cash.” She takes a deep breath, half panting, half moaning. “This is going to stop right now.” Leaving the towel at her feet, as she dashes back into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.

I stare at the closed door. “You can’t be serious.”

It takes her a full minute to answer. “I’m sorry, Cash. I can’t do this. Trust me when I say, stopping now is for the best.”

“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t sound like you are.” I’m so sexually frustrated I could slam my fist into the wall.

She sighs. “I’m very sure. I’m sorry. Please, let’s just stay away from each other for a while.”

“It was a just a kiss.”

“No.” I can imagine her shaking her head as she draws out the word. “No, it was way more than that. It was a mistake. Us having sex isn’t going to help you. I should never have gone this far. Please, accept my apology. It was unprofessional of me. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You weren’t thinking. You were feeling. We both need—” I struggle to find the right word. “Relief.”

“I should have known better. You’re my patient. I’m sorry.”

“If you keep saying sorry one more time I swear I’ll—” I rake my fingers through my hair, unsure what the hell I’ll be doing. The thing is she’s blowing hot and cold. I want her, but I can’t have her, even though she wants it, too.

Her bullshit about professionalism is infuriating.

“You know what? You’re right,” I say. “It’s unprofessional of you to make me want you the way I do, and then leave me in physical pain.”

“That wasn’t my intention at all. Tomorrow we’ll try a different approach. Something that will take your mind off of things.”

I laugh. She can’t be serious.

Nothing could ever take my mind off the hot little pussy I can probably smell on my fingers.

But then she adds, “I promise we’ll start slow. You’ll see therapy will make you feel so much better. You’ll be back to your old self in no time.”

Thatinstantly kills the mood.

My old self.

She just won’t let me forget it.

I grab the towel off the floor and knock on the door to make sure I have her attention. “Now’s a good time to quit.”

“What?”

“Quit,” I say, this time louder. “Time for you to leave.”

“You can’t be serious.” She sounds incredulous, but I can already hear the angry undertones in her voice. “You tell me to leave after we’ve just made out? You’re a prick, Mr. Boyd.”

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