For that reason, I don’t hook up with guests. It’s a line I don’t cross.
But Sierra isn’t here for therapy. She’s here to spy. No client–practitioner dynamic. No blurred lines. She’s not paying me for my professional service, and in my mind, that makes her fair game.
And then there’s the fact that she fascinates me. Her blunt honesty only makes me want her more.
Then there’s whatever happened between her and Reid. Something big. Something that still has its claws in both of them. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at her—like something inside him broke and never healed right.
So yeah, I came to check on her. Maybe calm her down.
But I should’ve known myself better.
The moment my lips touch hers—and she opens for me—every rational thought disappears.
She tastes… divine. Addictive. One kiss and I’m hooked.
The way her tongue tangles with mine goes straight to my head, lighting temptation like a match to gasoline.
I try to slow the kiss. She doesn’t let me. She turns it hotter, dirtier.
Her tongue fights mine for dominance. I grip her hair just enough to pull a moan from her throat.
She likes that. Hell yes.
But it’s not enough for her. If anything, it pushes her further.
Her fingers fly over my shirt buttons, unfastening them like she needs me naked now. She presses her whole body against me, vibrating with need.
Is it me she wants… or escape? Does it matter?
My cock doesn’t think so. It’s throbbing hard against my zipper, demanding release. I can barely think… but I cling to the last scrap of restraint.
“We should stop,” I rasp.
She ignores me. Completely. Her mouth moves down my neck, her tongue sliding lower. My brain short-circuits.
Fuck it.
She doesn’t want to talk. She wants to fuck, and I want it just as badly. Need it—need her—with a hunger I haven’t felt in years.
I grip her hips, lift her, and pin her against the wall. She gasps and wraps her legs around me instantly, clinging tight, kissing and licking my neck like she’s starving.
My shirt is already open. She drags it off my shoulders and lets it fall.
She grinds against me, and the friction pulls a groan from my throat. I’m painfully hard now. I need to be inside her.
My hands slide up her back under her shirt. Fuck—she’s burning. Her urgency pours off her, her nails digging into my shoulders. I’d give anything to feel those nails down my back while I’m inside her…
But not yet.
Don’t rush this.
I kiss her again, slower this time, deeper. My hands move down, gripping the curve of her ass. She reacts to everything—every touch, every shift—her body chasing friction, desperate for more.
I need more.
Her skin.
Her heat.