Page 29 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

He steals another glance at me, his eyes lingering on mine for a beat longer this time. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a potent mix of anger and something else entirely.

“I still want to kiss you now.”

As he leans over, I put my hands on his chest and push, stopping the kiss.

“We shouldn’t kiss,” I gasp breathlessly.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want it?”

His eyes narrow. “I think we both want it. I think it’s part of why we argue so much.”

He’s right. Behind the sparks of anger is real and raw desire. Having him so close, in a house I know only he and I occupy, there’s less of anger right now and more of the desire for him to fuck my brains out. My legs shake, clit aching to have him inside me.

I need to go back to being mad quickly. This feeling is too much.

“I think that’s just you in your head. You’re a dickhead, you know?”

He shrugs and smiles, then leans closer to me. “Did you know you just called me dick? Proves what’s on your mind, sweetheart.” The look in his gray eyes is mocking, but there’s something else in there—a fire that melts my insides.

“Don’t you wanna know if our two nights was a one-time fluke? I want to.”

When he puts it like that, with his gray eyes shining, my mind goes back to that night—undulating under him, screaming as he makes me come again and again.

“I don’t want it.”

“Yes, you do, sweetheart. I think you want even more.”

Tension crackles in the air between us. I blink up at him as he crowds me against the wall, holding me prisoner with his body.

“Tell me no, now.” His voice is a low growl. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you lose your mind until you beg me not to stop. Until you’re so desperate to come that your body ripples with pleasure.”

I put my hands on his chest, curling my fingers. “Liam?—”

“Say no now, and I leave you alone forever.”

The sound of that feels so bleak and scary. “I don’t want you to. It’s stupid but I can’t seem to keep my body in control around you. I want you.”

“Then tell me to touch you.” His breath fans my face, setting a fire through my body.

“Touch me.”

He smiles, reaching down and sliding his hand past the waistband of my jeans. His fingers explore between my legs, and I hiss in a breath. My panties are soaked.

“You want me,” he growls, letting his fingers glide along my wet slit. “You want me.”

I bite my lips, trying to keep my feet steady and my eyes focused on his face. He smiles as he pushes two fingers inside me.

“Oh, God.” I moan, digging my nails.

He puts his mouth to my ear. “It’s not God. It’s Liam. I want you to moan my name.”

I bite down on my lower lip as his fingers dig deeper, flicking around my wet walls and setting off uncontrollable sensations.

“My name, Emma,” he growls in my ear. “Tell me you love this.”

“No.” I gasp, rocking my hips, grinding against his hand.

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