Page 59 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Why?” I blurt out the question, honestly puzzled by him going this far. Maybe it’s out of loyalty to my brother? I don’t know, but I can’t help but want to hear the answer.

“Why are you doing this?”

The elevator doors ding but instead of stepping out, he tips my chin up. Our gazes lock and the force staring down at me is a whole story of its own. There’s hunger there—I’m tired, not blind. “I want to make sure you do not have a concussion, sweetheart. You need supervision and I think I'm more than qualified to give it to you. Unless you want to sleep at the hospital and then go home to an unsafe apartment.”

He smiles down at me in a way that has my mouth dropping open a little. I swear my heart can’t take much more. It’s pounding a million miles an hour. I hear his words, agree even, but my eyes see the hunger behind that smile.

My hands flatten against his muscular chest.

“Any objection?”

“Nope. Your place it is,” I say breathlessly.

His eyes drag over my face and I melt under their heat and I swear, for a minute, I think he’s going to pin me to the wall of the elevator and kiss the hell out of me.

“Good. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” he says, a blaze of anger pulling his brows tight and lips into a thin line. “You shouldn’t have been out alone in the city at this time of night.”

I guess I am wrong. Just like our last time together. I’m wet, ready for him to claim me and all he did was run me out of his room and his life.

“Willow?” His voice calling my name again brings my attention back to the present moment and I focus in on him, surprised to realize his face is only inches from mine.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” My voice comes slow and slightly slurred with just a hint of huskiness.

“Lean into me, baby, let me carry your weight. We’re almost to my car.”

He leads us out of the elevator into an underground parking filled with pricey cars.

Aron stops walking, his scent gripping my senses. “Eyes open, Willow.” His voice is sharp and commanding this time. I imagine it is the voice he uses to get the staff in his operating room jumping to do his bidding. God knows that voice is enough to get me ready and willing to do his bidding.

I might not want him to take me home with him out of some misguided sense of obligation because of his friendship with my brother, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy being close to him for as long as I can before he goes back to being Dr. Hands Off and I’m nothing more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.

Without making a conscious decision to do so, I sink into the sense of security I get as his broad shoulders shelter me, making me feel safe and taken care of for the first time since I moved to this city full of strangers.

I clutch the lapels of his lab coat and rest my forehead against his hard chest, fighting the need to blurt out everything I feel and just letting it all be for now. But fear of rejection seals my lips.

Aron’s warm hand drifts soothingly up and down my back. I am allowing myself to live in a fantasy world standing here in the arms of a man I dream of claiming me someday.

His last words grip my heart. I’m such a stupid fool for coming here. Stirring up bad memories. The last months living on my own in Manhattan and trying to make a name for myself in the dance world taught me that my dreams are as likely to come true as Prince Charming is to step out of the pages of a fairytale.

Time to get my head out of the clouds and return to reality. I lift my head and take a step back, immediately missing the warmth of Aron’s body seeping into mine.

Forget it, Willow. He was never yours to begin with.

I grit my teeth and ignore my reeling head. “On second thought, you know what. I’ll be fine. If you could just drop me at my apartment, I’ll call the Super, change my lock, and get right to bed.” Playing house won’t help anyone nor will me trying to find something between us that just isn’t there.

“Is that a fact,” he murmurs low, pinning me to the wall beside the elevator. Anyone might walk out of the elevator and see us like this, but Aron doesn’t seem to care. His hard length presses into my stomach and I gasp when his finger tucks beneath my chin and lifts.

I can feel every single nerve in my body waken and fill my body with anticipation.

A breath I don’t realize I’m holding whooshes out as two strong arms sweep me up.

I’m pressed from hip to tit against my doctor when he growls, “The only bed you’ll be getting into is mine. Now let’s go.”

Three

Aron

What the hell am I doing? I really should drop her off at her brother’s house and be done with all this, but I can’t force myself to drive to the other side of the city. I could, but I won’t. Not when I can care for her best.

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