Page 27 of Dr Feel Good
“Oh, I’m bossy? That’s fucking rich coming from you.”
“Again, I own the property, so I’m allowed to make demands. Of course, I don’t know why I expect a criminal—”
“Don’t finish that fucking sentence,” I ordered, interrupting whatever bullshit he was about to spew. “You have a lot offucking nerve, looking down on me, then turning around and jerking off while moaning my name.”
Sudden silence descended. I wished I had a camera to capture his expression. The shock on his face was almost comical, but the look in his darkening eyes stole my amusement. He stood from his chair and stalked to mine. I held his gaze, refusing to back down.
“Yeah, that’s right, I heard you earlier,” I said, keeping my head high and shoulders squared to hide the way his closeness rattled me.
He smelled so good, and the angry set of his jaw made my walls clench around nothing. The submissive side of me that Warrior had unlocked longed for Felix to put me in my place, to bend me over the table and fuck me until I apologized for being a mouthy little bitch.
“You mouth off too fucking much, you know that?” he murmured, his hands resting on the arms of my chair, caging me in with his body.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Did you like hearing how much I want you?” he whispered in a rough voice, his lips brushing against my jaw and trailing to my ear.
My breath hitched and I squirmed. “If I did?”
Another second of silence passed. Felix straightened to his full height, and my pulse thumped through my veins, my entire body alive with anticipation. He tipped my chin up, searched my face, and smiled. His eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction.
He didn’t allow me to savor his primal look before he crouched down and slammed his lips against mine. The kiss was hard, an assertion of dominance rather than an expression of lust.
I welcomed it, trusting him. I was no longer his patient or a biker, and he was no longer a doctor with such rigid beliefs. We were two people, stranded in a remote cabin, acting on instinct.
Humming in my throat, I melted into him and our kiss, anxious to follow his commands. My pussy throbbed, ready to take him.
Without warning, he pulled away, leaving us both panting. Regret flickered across his face, and he opened his mouth to speak, his arms falling away as he started to stand.
No! Absolutely not. That one taste wasn’t enough for me.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss, my tongue seeking entrance into his mouth.
Briefly, I thought it was a lost cause. Felix loved control, and I was switching our roles. He remained tense, refusing to open for me. Just when I was about to give up and slackened my hold, he gripped my hair and tilted my head back, snaking his tongue into my mouth.
I whimpered as our tongues entangled, and my nipples beaded. Our kiss was messy, wet and hot, so intense I thought my pussy would explode in ecstasy.
It left me dazed and hungry for him. Even when he pulled away, I couldn’t get enough of him, and my lips sought his again.
“Stop!” he ordered roughly, his earlier regret gone. He got to his feet, his erection pressing against his jeans.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pressed my lips against the imprint of his hard cock, then I sat back and met his gaze.
He smirked. “Needy, aren’t you, pet?”
My lips felt delightfully swollen. “Shut up,” I ordered as he returned to his seat.
“That’s not how you talk to me.”
“Shut up,sir,” I said to mock him, as if I wasn’t dripping wet just from a kiss.
He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head, picking up his fork again.
“Be a good girl and finish your breakfast. Then I’ll clean your wounds.”
Despite my bravado, I was helpless to do anything but obey him, anticipating the next time he kissed me.
Despite Felix kissing me, he pulled away from me almost immediately.
