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“Doc? Take deeper breaths, or you’ll pass out.” His fingers stroked my cheek, and I wanted to lean into his touch.
“This isn’t appropriate, Ice.” My voice was barely audible.
“You’ve been making time for me, Doc. Seems like a lot of effort to go to for just another druggie loser. So what’s the reason for your… uh… attention?” He leaned closer, his fingers stroking the side of my neck. I was trembling. I could feel myself warming up at his proximity, at the way I wanted to just arch away from the wall, to feel his body against mine.
“You came all the way out here, Doc. A special trip, just to see little old me.” His voice was low, gruff, making me tingle inside. “Or should I call you Lissa?”
He remembered. I swallowed hard again.
“I shouldn’t be here, Ice.”
His lips curved up slightly, and suddenly I wondered which one of us was truly the predator, and who was the prey.
“And yet you are, not only in my clubhouse, but in my room. My private space. Where I live. Where I sleep. Where I lay awake,thinking about you.” My eyes flicked in the direction of his bed, and my heart raced faster.
“Thinking about me?”
His fingers returned to my cheek, and I closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch.
“Thinking all sorts of things, Doc. Naughty things. Sexy things. Wondering how you look under all these prissy clothes. Wondering how you look when you orgasm.”
I shuddered, noticing he’d pressed a little closer.
“I thought you were going to call me Lissa?”
He grinned again. “You didn’t say I could. I’m all about… consent… Doc.” He leaned closer still, his lips an inch from mine.
“Ice…”
“Can I, Doc?”
I nodded vehemently, throwing caution to the wind, because it was all I wanted.
“Yes, kiss me, Ice.”
He chuckled quietly. “I meant, can I call you Lissa… but hell yes to that too.” He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt myself relax against him. He teased at my lips with his, his body moving closer, as he pecked and nipped at my lips. When he pulled back, I was fully frustrated with him, for not kissing me like I wanted him to. I wanted his tongue. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him devouring me. A smaller part of me was swooning at how sweet and sexy his kisses had been. I wondered then if it was time for me to get a therapist myself.
“What kind of therapy is this, Lissa? I think I’m gonna need a lot of it.”
He grinned, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, while I stared back at him, trying to silently beg him to kiss me again, and then some asshole banged on his door, making both of us jump, our bodies moving apart instantly.
“The fuck.”I only just heard his muttered curse, as he grabbed the door, and wrenched it open.
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Epicbadfuckingtiming.I finally got to touch her, to kiss her… and some asshole was interrupting us. I glared at the bastard standing there, the pretty boy fucker, with his white-blond dreads pulled back from his face. Of course it was him. Fucking cock-blocker.
“Church,” he muttered, taking in my angry face, and the flustered looking woman behind me.
“I’m on fucking house arrest, remember?”
He shrugged. “Reacher said to call you in. It’s an update on the uh… Rossi thing.”
Jesus fuck. I turned to look at Lissa.Doctor Chase.
“I suppose you’re gonna leg it, if I go to this meeting?”
She frowned at me.
