A helpless groan rumbles in his chest, then he grabs my hip, tugs me over him, and slides his tongue in my mouth, circling it at an agonizingly slow pace.
I give in to it like it's oxygen, letting him take control of me, our kiss, and the wild, aching need that's been clawing its way through my chest for days.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Red
Time loses shape around our kisses. It could be seconds, minutes, or a lifetime compressed into one impossible moment.
Blue's soft mouth trembles against mine, her body quivering and melting in a way that tortures me further. Her fingers curl in my shirt like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets go. And the sound she makes is barely a whimper, cutting straight through me until every warning I've ever given myself disintegrates under the weight of her beautiful unraveling.
My tongue slides quicker, greedy with the hunger I've spent too many hours pretending I don't have.
She rotates her hips, shimmying her pussy against my shaft, and I groan. "I've saved it all for you," she mumbles against my lips, then kisses me harder.
It knocks the air out of my lungs. The reality of what I'm doing slams into me. I tear my mouth away, breathing hard.
Her lips chase mine instantly. A broken little sound escapes her throat as she tries to pull me back down. "Red?"
My hand drops from her hair and grips her wrists before she can haul me toward her again. My voice fractures. "We have to stop."
She leans forward anyway, eyes half-lidded and starving. "Just one more. Please. Just... Please, Dr. Mercer."
God help me.
Her pleading hits every weak spot in my body. My stomach twists with that sickening thrill I don't want to acknowledge. Want coils low and sharp, so potent it steals my breath for a second.
She lowers her eyes to my mouth.
This is wrong.
I'm too attracted to her.
I hate myself.
I force myself to hold her still. "Blue, look at me."
She lifts her eyes, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from my kiss. She's too wildly, painfully beautiful. Her hair's falling out of its bun. Red flushes her cheeks. Blue irises flicker with exhaustion, want, and an innocence in her expression that destroys me further.
She doesn't understand the fire she's playing with.
I'm the one holding the match.
"We have to stop," I repeat, but it's barely audible and not remotely convincing.
She lets out a shaky breath, her body swaying toward me. "I don't want to stop."
Everything in me whips tight.
She's not stable.
She hasn't slept.
She's manic, trembling, and fragile.
And I took advantage of her and kissed her.
My mouth still tingles with the shape of hers. I close my eyes for half a second and manage, "You told me that if I kissed you just once, you would go to sleep."
