"I must have pushed you too hard."
She shakes her head, then straddles me before I know what's happening. My lungs seize, and she blinks hard, her eyes filling with fresh tears. In a tiny voice, she manages, "I don't want to do it again."
"I know you don't." Unable to stop, I reach up and tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Do I repulse you? Now that you saw the marks?" she vulnerably asks.
I struggle to find the right thing to say.
"I do. It's okay. I understand," she claims, as if I just broke her heart.
I slide my hand into her hair, locking my palm around her head and firmly declaring, "No, Bluebird. You're as tempting as always."
Her lips twitch. "Tempting?"
"You know you are," I deadpan.
She drags her finger over my Adam's apple. "Why do you have to fight it, then?"
An incoherent sound rumbles in my throat. My cock throbs against my pants and her pussy.
She shakes her head. "I didn't mean to do this tonight. I promise you, Red. I didn't. But there's more to me. I'm not just a fucked-up girl. There's so much more, and she's worthy of you. I promise you she is."
I caress the back of her head with my thumb. "I never said you weren't worthy."
"Then why fight us?" she asks.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my skyrocketing pulse. "You know why."
She leans into my ear. Her breath wreaks more havoc on my body. She whispers, "You're human, Red. You have needs just like other men. And you want me to fulfill them. I know you do. So stop fighting it. Stop fighting us." Her tongue hits my lobe, and a shot of tingles runs down my spine.
I groan, secure my other hand on her ass, then mutter, "Fuck," when I realize she's in a thong. Instead of pulling away, I caress her cheeks and stare at her.
Her eyes lower to my lips. She distractedly asserts, "I need you, Dr. Mercer. You're the only one who can help me. Please. Don't try to send me to another therapist, and don't tell yourself you can't have me. You can."
"Blue—"
She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine and sliding her tongue into my mouth. Her hands fly to my head, and she lifts her ass, leaning her face over mine and taking total control of our kisses.
I don't fight her. I dive into it, letting her lead, unable to break the trance she's put me in.
She flicks her tongue, grinds her hips over me, and runs her thumb under my lobe.
Adrenaline pounds through me with force. I kiss her back, sliding my hand under her shirt and over her braless back.
She trembles in my mouth, whimpering.
I drag my hand to the front of her, caressing the underside of her breast, then playing with her nipple until it's rock-hard.
"Red," she whispers.
Jesus. What am I doing?
I push her back.
"What's wrong?" she asks, breathing hard.
I struggle to find my own, and close my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts while keeping a firm hold on her so she doesn't kiss me again.
