Chapter 3

3

SEDONA

T here's no fear as his fingers latch onto me. But every action Victor takes is gentle, if not primal in its own way. His grip is light, whereas the pull is forceful. He yanks me until I stumble back, but he catches me before I fall and nestles my ass on his lap.

And then he leans forward and brushes the back of my neck with his lips.

"What do you think you're doing?" I play coy. I knew what I was doing by ‘dropping my keys.' It was an insatiable urge to feed the beast and see where it would lead. And so far, I'm not upset.

"Breaking the rules," he says. "Or have you forgotten? I am still an inmate."

"Patient." It comes with a soft moan as his lips get replaced by the tip of his tongue.

"The difference between me and the rest of ‘em, Doc, is I know what I am." His hot breath tickles the wet spot he left against my skin. "But y'know what? I'm a damn lucky man."

"Why's that?" I ask weakly. I'm glad he pulled me onto his lap. My knees feel like jelly, and a flurry of butterflies explode in my belly.

"My doctor's a bombshell who'll do anything for an answer." He's right. I'll do anything to keep this going as long as I can.

But I'm not even sure it's for answers anymore.

Victor's hands start moving up my body until they reach my breasts. His massive palms engulf them, and he gives them a soft squeeze. God, I can feel his arousal awkwardly adjusting between my thighs. He launches another assault of licks and kisses against my neck, moving up to my jaw, my cheek, and finally, with a precise snap of my neck, my mouth. He devours it instantly, tongue smashing through the barrier of our lips while his hands continue fondling.

And as quickly as his feverish touch came, Victor stops. He releases my tits, and his hands sink back to my waist.

"Shouldn't have waited so long," he says. "Gotta chain me up again before the guards step in."

"But … I don't want to. Not yet. I'm not finished."

"Like I said…" I can feel his struggle to let me go. He's basically vibrating with the lusty energy coursing through his veins. "Begging for it."

He leans close and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. A deep rumble rips from his core.

"You're the one who's stopping," I coo. "Who knows how far I'd have let you go?"

"Fuck," he grumbles into my ear. "It's gonna be a long twenty-four hours ‘til I see you again."

I slide my hand up and cup his cheek in my fingers. He nuzzles into it. "Want me to make it even harder?" I jostle my hips over his throbbing member. His body reacts with a jerk.

"I don't know how you could," he says grimly. "Not when I could have you pinned over that desk and?—"

"I'm a virgin." I stand up and pat down the front of my dress, fixing up any unsightly creases.

Victor goes dead silent and wide-eyed. If his eyes weren't following me back to the table, I'd have sworn he died from shock. He chains himself back to the desk, and just in time, as not a few minutes later, the asylum guards enter. They give him the usual talk of how to stand, how to act, and how to move.

All the while, those burning amber eyes don't break from me. Not for a second until he's out the door and behind the wall.

Well, isn't this a pickle? He's the first guy I've met who holds my interest, and he's a damn inmate. Patient. Whatever.

Just my luck.