Page 39 of Doctor Enemy

I practically launch out of the car, tripping over my own feet. My legs are shaking. My whole body is trembling, actually.

Kurt tucks his keys into his pants pocket and steps out, hurrying over to me. Just like that day I ran into him in the hallway, his hands settle on my shoulders, steadying me. “You’re fine. I promise. Come on, let me walk you upstairs and make sure you get in okay.”

I’m too freaked out to try and protest needing help. And there’s a part of me–a stupidly large part of me–that doesn’t want him to leave yet, too.

We make our way slowly up to my studio apartment. It’s cute and trendy, in an industrial area. It’s small, but the bright colors are a relief after having been in the hospital for so long.

Kurt closes the door behind himself and kicks his shoes off. “Do you need someone to get groceries for you? I doubt that anything in your fridge is still good.”

“Stop being so nice,” I demand, turning to look at him.

And there it is again, that flash of something hot and wanting. Only it’s not just inhiseyes. It’s in the pit of my belly, too. I want to deny what Cara said—that the only reason I hate Kurt sleeping around is becauseI’minto him.

But seeing him here in my apartment makes that almost impossible.

Especially when Kurt tilts his head back and looks down the bridge of his nose at me. “Stop being so stubborn.”

And I do.

Only not about the groceries.

Just about kissing him.

Chapter thirteen

Kurt

Lorislamsintomewith all the force of someone that has to actright nowor risk never acting at all. And sure, I’m surprised when she kisses me. But I’m not about to pass up the chance to curl my arm around her waist and pull her up against me.

Better take advantage of the opportunity while it’s here, right?

Lori is the only woman that’s been on my mind lately. I’ve been thinking about her since that night at the bar with Nate. For longer, if I’m actually being honest with myself. And now here she is, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me like she’ll never be able to properly breathe if she doesn’t.

One of my hands slides up under the backside of her sweatshirt, pushing the green fabric up so that my palm presses to smooth, bare skin.

Her tongue brushes over my lower lip and I return it eagerly, nipping at her lips and when she gasps, running my tongue over her teeth and the inside of her mouth. It’s hot and wet, the faint taste of mint gum on her tongue.

Lori is the kind of girl who kisses like a forest fire. I’m the kind of guy that doesn’t mind getting lost in the smoke. Match struck. Fire lit.

I turn and bring her with me. I’m mindful of the fact that she’s still recovering from her accident, but her shoulders still press against the wall just to the side of the door. My hands still slide over her skin, trying to touch as much of her as possible.

She’s the one that kissed me first. She bats me away first, too. I think for a moment that she’s changed her mind, but then her fingers are grabbing the bottom of her sweatshirt.

“Help me get this off.”

And just like in the car, I tell her, “Say please.”

Only this time I’m right in her personal space when I say it, and I can feel the way that her whole body shudders. Lori’s trembling again, but it doesn’t have anything to do with being frightened this time around.

“Please.” The word comes out bitter and whisper soft, all at once.

I kiss her breathless again. “Gladly.”

And then my fingers are on her sweatshirt, helping her work it off, sleeve by sleeve. The fabric slides away, revealing smooth, bruise-covered skin. I can make out the place where the seatbelt dug in across her chest.

Lori isn’t wearing a bra. Her voluptuous tits are on full display. The moment that her shirt is out of the way, I’m kissing her there, dragging my tongue over the soft flesh of her left breast and then kissing at the dark smears of bruising on her right.

Her nipples are as hard as can be, my tongue gives them a flick and then I take them one by one in my mouth and give them a good suck.

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