Page 26 of Unlawful Seduction

Blood spurted from his mouth, splashing across my face as he began to convulse. He spun around at an awkward angle, his body already pitching toward the floor.

And all I could do was scream.

Gasping, I jerked up, no air entering my lungs. I frantically tore at whatever was holding me down, the tiny whimpers escapingmy mouth adding to the near panic attack I knew I was having. Where was I? Once my feet hit the floor, I rubbed my hands on my legs, finally understanding I was still wearing my scrubs and had fallen asleep on the couch. That wasn’t entirely accurate. I had no memory of falling asleep.

Beckett. And Jax.

They were both here. Weren’t they?

I tossed the blanket aside, struggling with the vast array of emotions. The dream had been so real. He’d had a butcher knife driven into his back. What the hell? A cold yet pulsing chill cascading down my spine and when I jerked to a standing position, I was certain I was going to pass out.

Maybe that was a sign I needed to check on my patient. I headed to my desk, snagging a breath mint from my drawer. I wasn’t certain why I was concerned about oral hygiene since I had no plans of kissing the man again. Maybe I just needed to make certain I’d experienced a dream and not a memory. I needed to check Beckett’s wound anyway.

My mind worked that way, having become a little bit off kilter over the last few years. I chomped on the peppermint before leaving my office and immediately running into a wall.

Only it wasn’t a tall, sturdy wall, but the solid chiseled granite of a rugged, breathtaking man.

“Whoa,” he said in a gruff voice. “You okay?”

I took my time lifting my head, appreciating the view of his chest. When we locked eyes, the sense of his concern overwhelmed mine.

“I’m just… fine.”

We were close, so close that I could feel the rapid beating of his heart.

“What about you?” I touched his shoulder, fearful he was in pain. He hadn’t asked for a painkiller and I’d been determined not to provide him with one. Now I was feeling guilty. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and as soon as I did, his entire physicality changed. His nostrils flared.

His chest heaved.

The look in his eyes became ice cold hard.

And very, very hungry.

“I’m fine, Doc. Just fine.”

“Good. You need to take it easy.” Being this close to him was euphoric, rattling every ounce of my common sense. The heat sparked a firestorm between us, my skin turning into molten lava.

He rolled his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. The tender, almost sweet gesture sent another wave of tingles all the way to my toes.

“I have no intentions of taking it easy, Doc. None whatsoever.” He thrust his hand around the back of my neck, squeezing as he dropped his head, capturing my mouth.

The kiss from before was dazzling, but this was on another plane altogether. White-hot and searing heat created bottle rockets of energy, my endorphins already on overload.

As he swept his tongue inside, he slid his other arm under my bottom, lifting me into the air. The moment reminded me howbig and strong he was and I was immediately pulled into a wild sensation of euphoria.

I shouldn’t want this. I didn’t know who he was. I had no clue if he was a good guy or horrible man. Yet I’d been completely in awe from the obvious love he and Jax had between them. The bond was stronger than almost any I’d ever seen. That meant there was something decent inside of the brooding man with the constant scowl and two-day beard.

He was controlling all of me, not just my tongue and I felt consumed by the passion. His actions became rougher as if fulfilling a promise made. He pulled me as tightly against him as possible, grinding his groin into my stomach.

A moan escaped my throat and into the shared intimacy. He captured it as he’d done with my lips, issuing a single, husky growl. A primal beast. A man in need.

Someone I’d never date and would certainly never develop a relationship with. But right now, I didn’t care. I simply needed fulfilment to crazy desire. This was something I deserved just for me.

Even as the kiss continued, we tore at each other’s clothes, although I did my best to try to stay away from his shoulder. He wasn’t obliging in the least, ripping at my clothes with every intention of devouring me.

When he ended the kiss, he fisted my hair, jerking back my head. My neck was exposed and for a brief few seconds, I realized just how vulnerable I was to him. He could do anything he wanted and I’d have no control, no method of stopping him.

As if I wanted to.

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