Page 93 of Silent Threat
A sour smile turned up the corner of his lips. “I feel crazier than when I got here. Maybe if I stay, I’ll go off the deep end.”
“Or you’ll start seeing that therapy works, and you’ll stick with it.” She wrapped her arms around herself. He had been tenser this last day or two. She’d chalked it up to her accident and Trevor’s death. “I’m worried about you.”
He held her gaze for an endless, charged moment. His voice was soft. “Why are you worried about me, Annie?”
She gave him half the truth. “I worry about all my patients.”
Disappointment flickered across his face.
She wanted to tell him that she would miss him, but that would be inappropriate. So she said, “Would you please reconsider?”
“No.”
She couldn’t badger him, even if the thought of his leaving was a deep ache in her chest. The decision had to be his.
“Annie ...”
Her heart rate sped from his gravelly tone. And then he closed the distance between them and kissed her.
Somehow this kiss was more devastating than the ones before, maybe because he was leaving, and this was the last time.
He wasn’t tentative. He kissed her the same way as he did everything else: a full frontal assault. In her mind, she was resisting, or was about to resist. Shewantedto resist. Unfortunately, her body went for full capitulation once again.
She barely processed the thought that he had his lips on her before he swept inside and claimed all the hidden places of her mouth, leaving her with the shattering feeling that he was claiming all the hidden places of her heart at the same time.
This right here was the danger of opening herself to patients and encouraging them to open themselves to her. She had opened, and Cole had marched right in. And not just into the foyer, as she’d meant, but into every room she had.
Her head buzzed, her eyes drifted closed, her hands went to his massive shoulders. He was pressing against her as if he meant to climb inside her. He pressed and pressed until the back of her knees met the bed.
He laid her down, never moving his mouth from hers, never slowing his plundering.
Then he settled over her, keeping most of his weight on his elbows, but letting his body press against hers so she felt him firmly above her, nestling her into the mattress.
His knee parted her legs, and then he was suddenly between them, pressed against her apex where a low, dull pulsing began. She groaned at the overwhelming sensation of him on top of her.
He dragged his mouth to her chin, down her neck, and nibbled on her collarbone while one hand moved to her breast. Her body arched against her will, pushing a hard nipple into his palm.
Something fluttered low in her belly, probably her ovaries waving twin white flags.
He yanked her T-shirt and bra down until he bared what he needed. When his hot lips closed around her nipple, a sound of alarm escaped her because she understood suddenly that she was powerless to stop him. She didn’twantto stop him.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the gas station,” he said in a ragged whisper before descending on her swollen flesh again.
“Please don’t make me fall in love with you,” she whispered over his head, her eyes squeezed tight, her hands on the soft bristles of his head.
Unaware of her words, he suckled her with heated passion. Then he laved her with leisure. The next groan that left her mouth was a sound of pleasure mixed with embarrassment because she just realized that she’d been grinding herself against him.
She was wet and ready for him. He reached for the button of her pants. He would, within seconds, find out just how much she wanted him.
Now. Stop him now.
But her pants were sliding down already, a few inches past her hips, and then his hand was in her underwear.
He had two fingers at her opening, his thumb on her clit. He pressed the thumb down. His fingers slipped inside her at the same time, stretching her.
She bucked against him. “Cole.”Stop. Stop. Stop. This isn’t right.But out loud she just repeated his name again. “Cole ...”
His thumb pressed down again, and she flew into pieces, her body madly contracting around his fingers.
