Page 68 of Wild For You

“You are,” he says. “You are what’s best for me, Erin. How about you let me prove to you that I’m being serious, and… just trust me.” His fingers trace up my arm, tangling with the strap of my top.

My body heats up in response.

I know what he wants. I know what I want.

My eyes move to his lips and linger there, wondering how much longer I can keep this insane attraction under control.

His offer is tempting, but as a professional, I have to weigh up the pros and cons.

As if sensing my thoughts, Cash adds, “I promise I’ll be the most cooperative patient you ever had. Our personal relationship will have no impact on your job. During therapy I’ll be completely agreeable.”

A snort escapes my lips. “Agreeable isn’t a word I’d ever use to describe you.” I hold his gaze. “Trust sounds great, but you know what’s better? Proof. You better be serious about this. If you miss just one session, Cash, I promise I’ll be gone.”

He nods slowly. “You drive a hard bargain.” His fingers squeeze beneath the strap of my top. “Proof sounds great,” he repeats my exact words. “But you know what’s even better? Facts. And results. You’ll get all of those and more.” Releasing the strap, his fingers find the nape of my back, entangling in my hair. He holds my head in place, hard enough for me to feel the pull, but not hard enough to hurt me.

His strong grip on me is strangely arousing. Everything about this man seems to be.

“You’re going to be mine...and mine alone,” Cash says slowly.

“What makes you think I’m not someone else’s already?” My voice is a strangled whisper, betraying the fact that I want to be his.

“If you were, the guy would be out of his mind to let you go. No man’s so stupid.” His lips brush against mine. “I want to date you.”

I pull up my brows, feigning surprise. “What happened to just sex? Fuck this attraction out of our systems? Reward you for the effort you’re putting into therapy?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I want everything, and I want it now.” His eyes are two green pools of lust, undressing me with every glance. “You’re too sexy for your own sake, and I’m too impatient to wait. We’re both adults here. We can handle being both professionally and intimately involved with each other. You’ve already said yes to sex, and now I’m going to show you what my plans for tonight are. Let’s just say, they involve you a lot. Just say the three letter word.”

“You mean ‘yes?’”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes piercing into me. “No, the word is ‘now.’”

His voice augments the tingling sensation between my legs, the sexy rumble making me ache for his touch down there.

Now.

Never has a word sounded so dirty, appealing, and pleasing all at the same time.

I want him badly. I want him desperately. I want him now.

I’m both tempted and appalled by my willingness to go along with it, and quick to act on this attraction. He’s my patient—it all feels so wrong and yet so right.

Instead of keeping my professional composure I’m jumping right to the fun.

I want him in any way I can get him. I want to run my hands down his body, explore every inch of his skin as he hardens for me.

So, what’s stopping me?

Nothing.

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