"It made me want to kill him." I met her eyes. "Still might."
She made another note on the yellow notepad and part of me wondered what it said. "Why?"
"You know why."
"I need you to say it."
I was on my feet again, but this time moving toward her desk. She should have backed up, should have called security. She didn't move.
"Because the thought of anyone else touching you makes me insane," I said, hands braced on her desk. "Because I can't sleep, can't think, can't fucking breathe without wondering if you'reokay. Because you're under my skin in a way that should be impossible."
"Knox…"
"I know it's wrong. I know you don't want this, don't want me. But I can't turn it off." I leaned closer, close enough to see her pulse jumping in her throat. "Every instinct I have says you're mine to protect."
"I'm not yours," she said, but her voice shook.
"No? Then why did you smell like me? Like you were made for me?"
"That's just biology."
"Fuck biology." I rounded the desk, and she stood, backing against the wall. "This is more than that and you know it."
"Knox, you need to stop."
But I couldn't. Being this close to her, even with the suppressants, was like a drug. I caged her against the wall, hands on either side of her head, not touching but close enough to feel her warmth.
"Make me," I challenged. "Make me stop wanting you."
Her breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly. The professional mask was cracking, and underneath I could see heat, want, the same need that was eating me alive.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Why not?"
"Because I.." She cut herself off, jaw clenching with steel resolve. "This is inappropriate. I'm your doctor."
"You could be more than that." The words fell out before I could stop them. Raw. Honest. Pathetic. “You could be my everything…”
She made a sound, maybe a gasp, maybe a whimper. Her hand came up to my chest, and I thought she'd push me away. Instead, her fingers curled into my shirt.
"This can't happen," she said, but she was pulling me closer.
"Tell me to leave," I said against her ear. "Tell me to go and I will."
She shivered, and I felt it through my whole body. "Knox..."
"Tell me, Harper. Because I'm one wrong breath away from claiming you right here in this office."
Her other hand came up, fingers threading into my hair. The touch was electric, sending heat straight to my dick.
"Don't," she breathed, but her body was saying something else entirely. Her hips tilted toward mine, seeking friction. "We can't.”
"We can." I dropped my head to her neck, not touching, just breathing her in. "Let me take care of you. Let me inside of you."
The door opened.
We jumped apart like we'd been electrocuted. Morrison stood in the doorway, eyes wide.
