“Problem?” I whispered.
“You’re flushed. Breathing hard.” He seized my wrist, pressed his index finger to my pulse point, and peered down at his watch, counting the seconds. “Your pulse is elevated.”
I had no idea my wrist was an erogenous zone, but in Greg’s hands, every inch of my skin felt that way. I swallowed a breath. “I’m having a reaction to something.”
God, his expression was corrupt and victorious as he walked me backward toward a wall. He feigned concern. “Any idea what’s causing it?”
He wasn’t playing fair, but I liked it. “No . . . Doctor.”
The second the words left my mouth, we burst into flames. His lips slammed against mine at the same instant my back hit the wall. His hands were on my waist, then under my shirt, sliding over my belly and skimming upward. I clenched the lapels of his coat as our tongues tangled with each other, battling for control. He won, of course.
It made sense that our kiss was electric because I was a live wire tonight. His broad chest flattened against me, his hands molding to my bra-covered breasts while he pushed me against the wall. I tore my mouth from his and turned my head to the side so I could drag air into my lungs, and his hot, wet mouth latched onto the sensitive spot below my ear, biting and sucking until I let out a moan.
It was wild what we were doing, and how fast we attacked each other, but the where we were doing this was craziest part of it. He didn’t seem to have any concerns though. “Undo your pants,” he rasped into my ear. “I want to check and see how severe this reaction is.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. Without thinking, my hands moved to follow his command. He pulled his lower body away from mine, just enough to allow me to do it. The snap of my jeans popped open, and I couldn’t get my zipper down fast enough. Should I be worried about someone catching us?
I wasn’t. I trusted him. Greg wouldn’t put either of us in a position for that to happen, and his calm, focused expression reinforced it. He looked absolutely in control, both of me and the situation.
His dark eyes sharpened on mine, studying my response while he slid his hand down the front of my panties. My lips parted as his fingers found me hot and wet for him. What did I look like, clutching his arms right above his elbows as his fingers twitched on my swollen clit? I shuddered with pleasure. Had my pupils dilated? Could he tell my heart rate was racing through the roof?
His lips peeled back in a smug smile. “That is quite the reaction.” Those skilled fingers stirred me further, and I tightened my grip on his arms, biting off a louder moan. Shit, his touch was magic. It lit me up. He could tell too, because his eyes burned with enjoyment. “And you’re still not sure what’s causing it?”
He liked this scene as much as I did. Maybe more. It gave him both power and the opportunity to fulfill my fantasy.
I couldn’t answer his question. It was taking everything I had to stay quiet against the steady slide of his fingertips over my skin, each stroke bringing me closer to losing control.
“Hmm,” he continued, leaning into me and murmuring it against my lips. “I have a diagnosis, but we’ll have to delay treatment.”
“Why?” I gasped. My greedy body moved against his hand. I was close. So fucking close.
“I need to administer it at my house.” The kiss he gave me was erotic. “In my bed.” His tongue slashed against mine. “Preferably with my mouth.”
He showed me the way he planned to use it, fucking my mouth with his indecent kiss.
My bones went hollow, and for a split second I reverted to a spoiled child who didn’t want delayed gratification. I had zero patience. I wanted the pleasure his hand had promised with every ministration, and I wanted it right goddamn now.
“Please,” I pleaded. When his fingers began to retreat, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and stopped him. “Please,” I whined again on a broken breath, grinding against his fingertips.
Conflict flashed in his eyes and then disappeared. “Soon, Cassidy. I don’t want you to have to be quiet. I need to hear all those sexy sounds you make.” He looked down at his hand still lodged in my panties and how I gyrated against it. “Although, I’m not going to lie, what you’re doing right now is really fucking hot.”
It was like he’d poured lava on my body. I sagged against the wall as he slowly dragged his hand out, caressing my skin as he went, and then attempted to do up my jeans. I shoved away from the wall and pushed his hands out of my way, because I could do them up much faster than he could.