But I didn't move.
I stayed frozen there with a racing pulse and sweaty palms, not even sure what the heck was happening.
The kiss on stage was just a tradition, but this was completely unexpected.
Dr. Bradley's lips brushed over mine while his eyes were still open, and I couldn't even blink.
I felt like a mouse corned with a cat ready to pounce.
And unlike the last kiss, there wasn't even a hint of formality or hesitation.
His fingers slid around my neck until they curled upward into my hair and tangled there, arching my head back so my jaw dropped open, and then the real fireworks came.
His lips parted, tongue searching me, and the sound he made—a cross between a growl and a groan—made every hair on my body stand at attention.
His free hand rested on my hip and gripped me hard, and I forgot how to breathe.
In fact, I forgot about anything—everything—other than his mouth moving against mine and the feel of arousal pulsing through every cell in my body.
"You're dangerous," he growled as he pulled away.
The storm in his eyes haunted me, the way a storm is both fierce and needed, and storm chasers put themselves in danger to get the best view knowing they could be killed.
"Why?" I breathed.
"Because now I want to do it again."
He was still so close I could taste it, his hand still on my hip, fingers still tangled in my hair.
"Then why did you stop?" I muttered quietly, feeling my inner desire finally spring to life.
His mouth crashed back onto mine with a hunger that stole my breath entirely.
His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to send a sharp thrill down my spine, and I surrendered to it without a fight.
The hand on my hip slid upward, tracing the curve of my waist before cupping my breast through my blouse.
I gasped into his kiss, and he took advantage, deepening it until our tongues were dancing together.
Dr. Bradley broke away only to trail his lips along my jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "I'm sorry, Ember, but my God, you're delicious. All afternoon, you were distracting me. It's been hard to focus."
"Oh, God," I whimpered when he found my nipple and pinched hard.
He had no clue at all.
Hard to concentrate?
More like, impossible. "I'm going to regret this."
He chuckled, a dark, velvety sound that only made the goosebumps worse. "We might, but you're going to do exactly as I say, Ember. Understand?"
A shudder jolted through me and I nodded, my voice failing me.
Something inside me thrilled at the idea of submitting to him.
I couldn't put my finger on what it was, the dominance in his tone or the fact that he was so much older and probably way more experienced than me, but I instantly felt like his pet to follow orders as he pleased.
"Good girl," he praised, and those two words sent a rush of warmth through my core.
