Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Fuck, do I want her.
My lips remember the taste of her the second I see her again, and my hands ache to hold her tight. My cock swells under the sheets, like it can smell her, and knows that she’s mine to take.
“Doctor Linetti,” I smile.
“I don’t appreciate patients giving my nurses shit, Mr. Corbin.”
“I wasn’t, I was just stating—”
“Caleb has a job to do, Mr. Corbin. As do I,” she adds sharply. “And I don’t give sponge baths,” she murmurs.
I smile hungrily.
“Oh, I was seeing if you needed one, doc.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and she rolls her eyes. It occurs to me that this is the kind of woman who simply hasn’t been told enough, or at all, how fucking gorgeous she is. Reading people is what I do—well, aside from killing them—and the look on her face at my words says it all. Somehow, by some massive cosmic fuckup, no man, or not enough men, have told this woman how stunning she is, because I don’t think she actually knows it, and that’s a fucking crime.
“Come here,” I growl.
Her brows shoot up, and her teeth rake over her bottom lip.
“Mr. Corbin—”
“Come here,” I growl, coaxing her over with a curl of my fingers. I can see the war going on behind her eyes—that she doesn’t want to “give in,” that she’s a woman in the medical world who’s probably put up with a whole fucking lot of men telling her what to do.
But then there’s the other half—the primal, instinctual part. The part of her that wants me to tell her what to do. The part of her that wants to give in and come to me right there. “Let’s get something straight, Mr. Corbin,” she says quietly. “What happened earlier…”
I sit up in the bed with a grunt, and she frowns.
“Lie back! You’ll pull a stitch.”
I shrug. “I think I need medical assistance to lie back down. Don’t want to hurt myself.”
Her lips purse, but I can see the spark in her eyes, and I grin. She moves towards me, her lips pursed, and I can see the way she swallows thickly as her face burns hot.
“What happened earlier, doc,” I growl as she moves to the edge of the bed. I reach out with my uncuffed hand, and she gasps as I slide it over her waist and around to the small of her back.
“No,” she whispers with zero force behind it. “No, Mr. Cor—”
“Jack,” I grunt. “Just call me Jack, Aria.”
“That can’t—this is not happening again,” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I grunt, my hand feeling the muscles of her back coil through her blouse and white coat. I pull her towards me, and she gasps as she comes willingly, moving closer until she’s pressed tight to the edge of the bed, looking into my eyes with me sitting up. Fire blazes between us, and I know this is more than just desire. This is more than me having not touched a woman in close to two years.
This is an unstoppable force. This is magnetism. This is gravity, slamming us together. And I know right here, without a doubt, that my plans have changed, irrevocably. Because now, my plans involve her, or they don’t happen at all. I look into her eyes, and I know this only ends one way.
… With her in my arms, mine.
“Yeah, beautiful,” I growl fiercely. “It can. And I know you want it to.”
I move in, my lips crush to hers, and she moans into the kiss as she sinks into me. I groan, my one hand tight against her back, gripping her possessively. She opens her mouth for my tongue, panting into my mouth as I groan, the fire blazing though me. My hand slides over her curvy hip, pushing down one thigh and making her breath catch as she kisses me.
I push my hand down to her knee, and then slowly, it starts to move back up, this time under her skirt. Aria stiffens, but when she whimpers into my mouth, I know how bad she wants this. I know she knows how bad this is, too—she gets how wrong this is, but she can’t say no, same as me. I groan into her lips and slide my hand higher, teasing over her bare inner thigh as she gasps and whimpers into my lips.
My hand moves up and up, teasing her until she’s squirming against the bed and rocking her hips closer to my hand. I slide it up, and when my fingers find the wet, sticky lace of her panties hot against her little pussy, I growl.
But suddenly, with a sharp gasp, she pulls away. She’s panting hard when her hand moves up to touch her lips softly, and her eyes slip back to mine.
“No,” she whispers.
I growl, reaching for her again and gripping her thigh. I pull her close, and she starts to fall back into me, her lips moving for mine as my hand slips back under her skirt. But at the very last second, she pulls away, and with a gasp, she slaps my hand away and steps back.