A growl echoes in Cormac’s chest as a dark tensionsnaps. “You taste sweet.”
“So do you.” I trail my lips under his stubbled jaw.
Shaken, he stands up and guides me toward the bed. His grip on my waist sends a spark down my spine. Heat collects at the base, spreading warmth to every cell below.
He sits and pulls me down on his lap. Tattooed fingers stroke my jaw. God, his hands are so warm, his touch so gentle. That changes when he pulls on my wet ponytail and nibbles on my neck.
His hold on me is strong. Alarmingly strong. Something electrical charges the air around us.
I have to get naked and let him have his way with me. I want this night burned in my brain. I don’t care that he almost ran me over, and that I’ll never see him again.
Cormac studies me with steady scrutiny. Stroking my skin exposed at the opening of my V-neck T-shirt, he says with strangled hesitancy, “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”
“Very much,” I say confidently as I squeeze my thighs and feel wetness in my core. “Do you want me?”
Chapter 5
Cormac
Do I want her?Christ. I haven’t wanted anything this badly since I got clean.
Scarlett sits in my lap, looking at me like I’m some kind of hero. Like I’m safe. That’s the dangerous part. I don’t know what safe is anymore.
But her lips are swollen and shiny from kissing me as she waits for an answer. Do I want her? And there’s no calculation in her eyes. Just heat. Just need.
“I’ve wanted to get you out of the rest of these clothes since I peeled that wet jacket off you,” I admit, because lying would be pointless.
Then I kiss her again, controlling the reckless impulse to devour her. Still, it’s deep enough to narrow my world to the taste and shape of her mouth.
It lights me up in a way I haven’t let myself feel in a long time.
But she just got out of something messy. Tomorrow, it’s all going to hit her. I won’t be around to complicate that.
I can’t do complicated. Ican’tdo a relationship right now. Things are just starting to work out for me. My focus is my son and staying clean. Then clawing my way back into medicine instead of feeding the darker parts of me that still crave destruction. I don’t want to just kill drug dealers forever. That only satisfies the demons still whispering to me when it gets too quiet.
This woman is perfect because she doesn’t know who I am. Or who I was, which is more of a burden to live up to. She doesn’t look at me like I’m something broken trying to pass for fixed.
I have no idea how far she’ll letthis thing go tonight, but if she needs to get fucked and trusts me to give her what she needs, I’m not leaving.
Right now she just tastes sweet. And I need more.
Soft lips and a sexy moan are what I miss about having a woman. I break the kiss, and she looks dizzy.
Damn, I still got it.
“What’s your story?” she asks, kissing my jaw again. “Where wereyougoing tonight? Leaving another hookup?”
I’m not about to tell her I killed a man earlier with a hot-shot.Oh, and I’m a doctor. Ignore the massive contradiction of my life.
“No, no hookup.” I kiss her neck. “I was heading home from a meeting.”
“At midnight?” She pulls back slightly.
There it is: the first flicker of uncertainty. I go still. Making sure she still feels safe matters.
“I have no plans to hurt you, unless you’re into rough sex. I can bring on the pain if that’s what you like.” God, just saying it turns me on. I’ve not let myself be with a woman in so long.
Scarlett’s eyes sharpen, not cower. “I can take a good, hard fucking.”