The plea hangs in the air, pulling at something deep inside me. My pulse hammers in my ears, and I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to walk out without looking back.
But I'm weak and can't. So I release the knob and pivot slowly, my gaze darting over her naked body and hating how she's wrapping her arms around her torso as if holding herself together.
Tears glisten on her cheeks, but her chin lifts in that defiant way that always undoes me. She takes a step forward, then another, closing the distance until she's inches away, her breath warm against my chest.
I shouldn't touch her. Every rational thought screams at me to leave, but my cock betrays me, turning so hard it hurts.
"Just one final kiss," she whispers.
My blood heats. I reach for her face, my thumbs brushing away the damp trails on her skin. She tilts her head up, lips parting, and I lean in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's meant to be goodbye.
It's slow at first, her lips soft and trembling under mine, which only makes the problem in my pants worsen. Then she presses closer, her hands fisting in my jacket, pulling me farther into her.
The taste of her floods me, salty from tears and sweet from the remnants of last night. Heat builds fast, racing through my veins as her tongue slips against mine, demanding more.
She breaks the kiss, gasping, her eyes dark and wild. She whispers, "Dr. Mercer," the title slipping from her lips like a secret weapon.
A jolt shoots through me, straight to my core, making my erection throb.
She knows what it does to me, and I should have known she'd engage in it, crossing the forbidden edge, and shifting the power that ignites everything.
Her hands slide under my jacket, nails raking down my chest through my shirt, and she repeats it, louder this time. "Dr. Mercer, can I have another kiss?"
I groan, the sound low and guttural, as I shove her back against the wall. The impact rattles a picture frame nearby, but I don't care. My mouth devours hers again, hungry and unrelenting. My teeth nip at her lower lip until she whimpers.
She arches into me, her bare skin hot, tits hard. A whimper flies against my mouth.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and slide my other over the curve of her hip, dipping between her thighs.
"Take what's yours," she taunts between kisses.
"Fuck, Bluebird. You're always so goddamn wet for me," I mutter, teasing her entrance.
A shudder runs through her. In a breathy and broken voice, she moans, "Only for you, Dr. Mercer."
Another rush of adrenaline surges through me, making my head spin. I part her with two fingers, curl them just right, and she bucks against my hand, her head falling back against the wall with a thud.
I slide my knee against her thigh, parting her legs wider. Then I release her wrists to yank open my jeans, freeing myself, and she reaches down, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking firmly.
My vision blurs from the friction, and I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, biting down on her shoulder to muffle my own sounds.
"Oh, Dr. Mercer," she chokes out.
I suck harder, wanting to mark her as mine once again.
"Yes," she barely gets out.
I lift her legs, and she wraps them around me. I push in deep in one swift motion. We both cry out, the sound echoing in the room.
Tingles surge down my spine. I start moving, hard and fast, the wall shaking with each thrust.
Her nails dig into my back, scraping through the fabric, and she chants my title like a mantra. "Dr. Mercer...harder... Dr. Mercer…oh God, Dr. Mercer!"
Each utterance heightens the high, a twisted thrill that makes my blood pound hotter. Sweat slicks our skin, her breasts press against my chest as I grip her thigh, lifting her higher for better leverage.
She clenches around me, tight and pulsing, drawing me deeper until the tension coils tighter. Suspense builds in every gasp and grind.
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her sob, and her body tremble on the edge. I rasp in her ear, my voice rough with need, "Come for me, Bluebird."
