Page 158 of The Night Shift
The tension between us is thick and cloying. “So you are jealous, then.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Baby, I get jealous of the clothes that get to touch you more than I do.” I slide my hand higher, pressing my body into hers.
She mutters a softoh god, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Tell me, Holly. Why’d you do it?” I brush my lips against the nape of her neck and press harder against her.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“If it doesn’t matter, then tell me.” I barely graze my mouth next to hers, teasing and watching how her lips part in instinct. God, she makes me fucking reckless. Like an animal. Wild and feral.
I’m tempted to drag my fingers up the curve of her ass and rip her panties away. I want to push her up against the door and fuck her right here in this hospital. I want everyone to hear her scream my name.
“You killed him, didn’t you?” I murmur, my lips hovering over hers as I roll my hips into her.
She gasps, nodding.
“Did you do it for me?”
Her fingers curl into my shoulders and her hips shift, pressing into mine, her body already chasing the friction.“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” My injured hand is pressed between us snug in a sling. The pain barely registers. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. Maybe it’s the way she feels against me, soft and wanting, her pulse hammering just as wildly as mine. “Tell me or I’ll stop.” I move my hips again, nudging her nose with mine. “Do you want this to stop —”
“No.”
I smile.
It doesn’t matter that we’re both fully clothed. This friction is maddening. I keep rolling my hips between her legs and she moans next to my mouth, making me feel like I’m ready to explode.
Fuck.
This woman is going to break me.
I tighten my grip on her, fingers pressing into her skin, holding her exactly where I want her. “Already so hot and bothered for me, huh? We haven’t even started yet, love.”
Her chest heaves against mine, her hands fisting the fabric of my scrubs. She’s trying so hard to hold back.
“Why’d you kill him, Holly?” I ask again, my voice rough, controlled. I roll my hips at that angle Iknowshe likes, pressing upward. My adrenaline careens painfully against every artery. Blood roars in my head. “Speak.”
I release her ankle, but she keeps it hooked around my hip. My hand slips between us, pressing firmly against her clit.
She lets out a sweet, sharp, breathy moan, her nails digging in deeper. “Oh,god—”
I stop.
We’re both panting, chests rising and falling in sync, the air between us thick, electric.
I press a soft kiss against the corner of her lips.
Then I pull back.
Her leg drops, knees shaky. She’s panting harder now, her hair dishevelled, cheeks ablaze.
Her lips are still parted, her pupils blown wide as she stares at me. “I…” she starts, voice raw, breathless. Then, with a glare that holds no real heat, she spits out, “Ihateyou so fucking much.”
My grin widens. I lean back against the shelf, completely aware of the throbbing erection pushing painfully against my scrubs.
My phone rings.
