Instead, I pressed her back against the hard stucco wall, caging her with hands cupped to each side of her neck. I wasted no time taking her mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. Her moan was swallowed by my desire, and I thrust my tongue in when her sexy sound escaped. I swept from side to side inside her lush mouth, tasting her intoxicating flavor, before wrapping my hand all the way around her throat. I pulled back from the kiss and waited for her to meet my stare.
“I’ve missed you so bad. So fucking bad,” I grated out.
She swallowed hard, turning me on in a thousand more ways as her larynx undulated against my hand. “I…oh…I…”
I stopped her by kissing her again. Hard. And rough. And thoroughly. Finally, I pulled back. Not far. I only needed enough distance to husk out one vital question.
“What the hell are you doing to me?”
Her eyes flared wide. “What am I doing to—”
“I don’t know how to control myself, Taylor. Taylor. I want to fuck you right here, out in the open, so every other man on this planet knows who you belong to.”
She gulped again, such an unknowing tease against the light pressure of my palm. Her eyelids dropped lower, nostrils flared, as she tried—again, unsuccessfully—to form some sort of coherent comeback.
“Don’t bother saying anything,” I injected. “You can’t deny this insanity any more than I can. Don’t insult either of us by trying anymore.” I leaned closer again, kissing the side of her jaw, trailing kisses toward her ear. I couldn’t stop myself from adding tiny bites to that journey, craving to mark her creamy skin with my filthy intent. She wanted that possession too. I could feel it in every breath she took, in the movement of her facial bones under my teeth as she let out a sweet whimper. I reached up with my forefinger from where I held her throat and spread the saliva I left behind into her skin to soothe the bite.
“Oh, Mac,” she finally pleaded, making my knees weak with the sweet sound. “Please!”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need. I’m your slave. Don’t you understand that?” I pressed my forehead to hers, waiting with held breath to hear more of her sweet begging.
“Just…”
“Just what?”
“Take me somewhere and fuck me, Mac. I can’t take another minute of not feeling you inside me.”
Pride and lust swelled through my chest as I released my grip on her slender neck and grabbed her hand instead. I guided her trembling fingers directly to my cock and pushed into her hand through my slacks.
“You’re going to still feel me a week from now by the time I’m done with you. Do you understand me?”
She sketched out a nod before I yanked away, tugging her toward the next door. I was thrilled when it instantly opened. The stairs led up to the medical offices, and if I could climb the flights with the woody I was sporting, it would be a physical feat for sure.
Time to make that feat happen.
Once we were on the next floor, I stuck my head out of the stairwell into the main hall leading to my office. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass Taylor—or myself, for that matter. The coast was clear, so I hauled her behind me until we were halfway down the hall. I wasted no time in sliding my hospital identification through the reader, my pulse speeding up as soon as the lock disengaged.
I held the door open, letting Taylor hurry inside while I scanned the hall one more time. As soon as I’d followed her in, I rammed her against the wall. As soon as I had her right where I wanted her—as in, right now—I pressed in and then consumed her with my lips.
And sucked at her.
And devoured her.
And hungered for her.
With an eager mewl, she stripped my white coat from my arms, letting it fall to the floor where we stood. Simultaneously, I tugged her T-shirt from the waistband of her jeans and yanked it up over her head. I wasn’t interested in savoring anything. Not right now. I needed her skin exposed and as quickly as possible. I was starving for her taste, for her smell, her sounds. I was obsessed with losing myself in the paradise of her. With forgetting the past month and a half and starting to rebuild our future. I needed her. It was that simple; it was that goddamned beautiful.
The button on her jeans was already open, and I pushed my hand into her panties without preamble. Her heated skin felt like fire as I skimmed over her mound and slid my forefinger into her wetness. Her sexy scent, getting stronger as I turned her on more, tickled my nose and made my mouth water.
Finally, I couldn’t take the wait any longer. I felt like a kid in school, watching the clock through the last sixty seconds before summer break. Swear to God, I was as hard as a fucking teenager too. My dick pulsed even more as I broke away far enough to dictate, “Take these goddamned things off, woman. Now.”
I watched her getting tempted to fling back something saucy but quelled that bullshit at once with a dark and demanding look of my own. The tiny shiver she gave me in response, taking over her form from head to toe, robbed my breath more than going zero to sixty in three seconds. After that, my gorgeous girl had no trouble complying with my decree as fast as she could, shimmying out of the denim as quickly as the fabric would allow. But oh, how I noticed that she’d purposely left her cotton underthings right where they were. Rebellious imp. Did she think that’d be an issue for me, once all was said and done?
And done.
And done…
My desk was just beyond the small entranceway in which we were still crowded. There wasn’t much on top of the thing since it was clinic day, so I finished the kiss by hoisting Taylor off her feet, growling in satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She continued kissing my face and neck, nipping and licking and sucking, as I walked us over to where I sat to work on any other day.
After plopping her ass down on my desk, I fell back into my rolling chair. She looked at me and grinned, her imagination rapidly catching up with my plan. Her smart mouth had been unusually quiet, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. I didn’t want her to get too caught up in her head the way she had a tendency to do, so I sat back in my chair and waited for her full attention.
“Yo, medicine man.” Her adorable face scrunched up in mock panic. “You’re not leaving me hanging here, are you?”
“Not a chance, baby. I’m just looking at you first. I want to commit this image to my memory.”
“And what image would that be, exactly?” she quipped, taking my breath away as she let her knees fall open, blatantly teasing me to the point of pain. Christ, her pussy already smelled so good. “Me distracting you at work?”
“No,” I growled. “You sitting in the middle of my desk like you belong there. Taunting me with your sexy skin and deep, thoughtful eyes. I want to make sure that every time I sit down here, I’m reminded of you exactly like this.”
Her face pursed, betraying how she retreated to the exact place I didn’t want her dwelling, before she seemed to snap out of the fast funk with another carefree grin. “You know I’d rather skip all this sentimental shit, right? Can’t we just fuck?” She gave a careless shrug as she finished her thought.
Holy shit, how easy it would’ve been to simply accommodate her brazen little decree. But if I wanted easy, I could roam anywhere in this building and just crook my finger. I knew about the nursing staff’s weekly pool, betting on who would be able to get me horizontal first. I wanted none of those women. I could barely remember those women—and I worked with many of them on a daily basis.