Impossible.
Every step she takes makes my heart race faster. It strips my sense of decency until nothing’s left.
By the time she reaches my table, my cock is so hard it fucking hurts.
And as wrong as it is, I don’t ask her to leave.
The greedy bastard that I am, I follow her movements as she leans in to nudge my tray farther aside. She’s the most sensual creature I’ve ever seen, even while doing something as innocent as spraying disinfectant across the table before wiping it down.
“Hi, Dr. Lockwood.”Wipe, wipe, wipe.“Is there something wrong with your food?”
Her voice. Sultry. A little low. As if she’s whispering a secret instead of talking to me.
“The food’s great. And it’s Alaric.” I don’t like that ever since I came in with my tag pinned to my scrubs, she’s been calling me that. “We’ve talked about it.”
Needing something to do with my hands, I adjust the stethoscope around my neck. Otherwise, I’ll wrap my fingers around her throat and drag her in for a kiss. And then some.
“I know, but why don’t you like Dr. Lockwood?” She raises a challenging eyebrow.
The vilest ideas swirl through my head as she perches her hip against my table. I’d love nothing more than to lock her in my bedroom and wring one orgasm after another out of her with my hands, mouth, teeth, and cock.
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” I clear my throat, flattening both hands on the table. “I’ll tell you what.”
Her attention zeroes in on my hands, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Jesus Christ.
“Lilith.”
“What?” Slowly, she finds my gaze again.
Our eyes lock. My breath knocks out of me.
Tell her to leave, you idiot. To never look back. Someone better is out there for her.
Someone else? Fuck that.
I clear my throat. “If you tell me your last name, you can call me Dr. Lockwood.”
“What?” Her playfulness fades, a guarded edge taking its place, like her last name might give away something she isn’t ready to share. “What do you need my last name for?”
My curiosity is piqued.
I can’t entertain it.
Can’t push for more. Can’t do anything to bring us closer.
I need to ignore her and leave it at that.
“It’s only fair, since you already know mine,” slips out anyway.
Idiot.
As though my answer satisfies her, her shoulders relax.
“It’s literally on your tag.” Her eyes glimmer again. Her sassy tone makes it sound like she’s trying to rile me up, but in a good way. “Not to mention, Ihaveto know it.”
I can’t stop the corners of my lips from lifting. “Explain.”