Page 122 of Aftershock
But then he covers my hand with his, and an electric shock jolts up my arm.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it—how all it takes is one simple touch for my brain to short-circuit around him.
If not for the beep of the keycard once Alaric swipes his ID badge, I probably would’ve kept staring at him for the rest of my life.
“After you.”
Nodding obediently, I slip inside.
The smell of dust and paint stings my nose as I take in the stripped-down room and the clear plastic sheeting draped over abandoned carts.
Only for a moment.
In the next, Alaric closes the door behind us and flips on the light.
He steps in front of me, standing so close that our chests almost touch.
I can’t bring myself to speak as I stare up at him. He looks every bit as lethal as he is devastating, even in scrubs with a stethoscope resting around his neck.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He curls his long fingers around my throat.
His large body presses me against the nearest wall, the intensity of the simple act waking even the most dormant parts of me.
“You have?” I ask, my voice breathless.
His cock throbs against my belly, his jaw ticking.
“Yeah.” He leans in, his breath hot on my lips, mingling with mine.
Then he seals our lips together in something that’s supposed to be a kiss, but it really isn’t.
It’s a claim.
He’s ruthless as he forces my lips open. Demanding in the way his tongue searches and rubs along mine. He tilts my head to the side, growling before he starts licking and tasting more of me.
In these moments when he steals my breath away, he’s not my doctor or my lover. He isn’t a murderer, either.
He’s a savage, one who’s determined to ruin me for all other men.
I need him just as much, my pussy clenching as he grinds into me. We’re close, breathing each other’s air, taking and giving with abandon, but it’s not enough.
A thrumming ache spreads through me, making me thread my hands in Alaric’s hair and yank on it. Hard.
“Fuck, Lilith.” His teeth sink into my bottom lip, soft then merciless.
The mixture of pleasure and pain turns me into a feral woman. I gasp, moan, and growl into his mouth. My back pushes off the wall, every pore in my body begging for more of Alaric.
That’s exactly what he gives me by thrusting his hips forward and pinning me right where I belong. Between him and the wall.
“The things one night away from you does to me. It’s fucked up.” His lips trail lower, leaving a hot path along my jaw. “You turn me into a beast.”—kiss—“Can’t take my hands off you, and I haven’t even said good morning.”
“Why would I need a good morning?” It’s barely a whisper with how firm his grip is on my throat. “When I can have this?”
“You…” Not his cock, not even his dirty words, compare to his mouth. When he presses it to the spot right under my ear, I feel like I’m about to burst. “You’re a bad girl, little devil.”
He squeezes my throat a little tighter.
“A trusting one too.”
