Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(40)

“And you’ve had too much excitement for one afternoon. It’s time for rest,” Kian told her.

Roxie knew this was her only chance to escape. If she and Kian left that room together, she wasn’t sure what would happen. And right now, she was hormonal, and her head was fuzzy. She might make a wrong decision.

She didn’t even say goodbye to Millie, deciding she’d slip back in there later when she knew Kian wouldn’t be around. She liked the old woman and didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But more than that, at the moment she was fighting for her own survival, and that meant she had to get away from Kian, and she had to do it right now.

So, she rushed from the room, then speed-walked down the hallway. She was just passing the on-call rooms when a hand snagged her around the waist, and she was pulled inside the darkness.

Kian’s lips smashed against hers before she could even think of objecting. And protesting went out the window at the first touch of his familiar mouth.





Chapter Fifteen

Kian’s mind went blank as he pushed Roxie against the wall in the private on-call room. It was dark as midnight, and the only sounds were the rapid breaths escaping them. He was so hard and thick, he feared he’d explode from just the feeling of his clothed erection against her backside.

“Are you playing games, Roxie?” he asked, his voice low and guttural. “I know how to play, too,” he insisted. He had the front of her body pressed against the wall, his own body acting as a cage behind her. Reaching up, he stroked a finger along the curve of her jaw and felt her tense beneath his touch.

She wasn’t in any way repulsed by him. She was just as turned on as he was, and she was running. It was exactly what he should do. He had no business dragging her into this room. There was too much between them, too much lost. And their one night together already hadn’t fixed things.

Even knowing he should let her go, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head to the side as he descended, his lips soothing her skin before his teeth sank into her flesh, his tongue wiping away the sting.

Moving his mouth up the sweet curve of her neck, he traced the outline of her ear and whispered, “Do you want me, Roxie? Do you want this ache soothed?”

A shudder racked through her body as she tensed beneath his hold. He could feel the erratic beat of her heart as it pulsed against his lips while he sucked on her neck, growing harder by the second with the need to claim her.

Never could he have forgotten how it felt when he was buried deep within her, but even after four years, his hunger had been woken up a month ago, and now he wanted more and more. He’d once taken her in every position, in every fantasy come to life, but never at the hospital. He wanted her here, where he worked, where he could walk past this room and grow hard just thinking about it. This should be the opposite of what he wanted, but he had to have her. If she denied him now, he might not be able to walk from this building, he’d be in so much pain.

“Our passion could break us. It was always so consuming, so hot,” he said, enjoying the shudder that passed through her responsive body. She couldn’t hide how she felt, no matter what she said, but Kian wouldn’t take her without her permission. She had to ask for it, had to admit she wanted him, too. Her silence wasn’t enough consent.

“Do you want to break with me, Roxie? Tell me,” he demanded as he pressed his thickness against her. “Don’t deny us this.” His voice was urgent, his need overwhelming. He didn’t care about anything else in the world at this moment; he just had to have her.

He sucked on her neck again, his hands rubbing down her sides. She squirmed against him, but he stopped waiting to hear her consent before he gave them what they wanted. He didn’t move, but his grip was loose enough for her to get away. It was hell while he waited for her decision. She pushed her backside against him and caused him even more pain, but he didn’t respond. It felt like an eternity as he waited, his hot breath caressing the smoothness of her throat.

“Yes,” she whispered so quietly he could barely hear her. Joy filled him, but he wanted more. He wanted her pleading with him.

She would beg, he decided. His hands roamed her body, sweeping across her covered skin with precise movements to make her whimper in pleasure and desire. His touch was sure, filled with purpose, and everywhere he touched responded. He peeled her clothes away, needing her naked and panting.

She lifted her arms as he tugged off her shirt and bra. He wanted the light on, wanted to see her flesh, but he wasn’t going to do anything that might break this moment, that might wake them both up to the reality of what they were doing. He touched every beautiful inch of her as he stripped away the barriers keeping him away from her hot flesh.

Soon she was naked, her body ripe and ready for him. He wanted to touch her all over. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice guttural, barely recognizable. His pants were still on, though he wrenched his shirt off. If he stripped that final barrier, he might take her too fast, end this too quickly.

She shook before him and answered. “Everywhere. Just touch me,” she begged, her words barely a whisper.

“Hmm,” he said, his lips rumbling against her skin as he sucked on her neck before turning her so her back was now against the wall. He filled his palms with the sweet weight of her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. “Perfect,” he said in utter reverence.