Page 20 of A Very Grumpy Veterinarian
My fingers fly up into his hair, and I tug without thinking.Wells makes this deep, wrecked sound that vibrates right through me.
“Again,” he demands softly, his lips brushing mine.
I blink up at him, dazed.“What?”
“That sound,” he growls.“The one you just made when I kissed you.I need to hear it again.”
I should probably be embarrassed.Instead, I feel… bold.
So, I rise up on my toes, press myself tighter against him, and kiss him first.
Wells freezes for half a second.Then he absolutely loses his mind.
His hand leaves my neck and slides down, gripping my hip hard enough to make me gasp as he backs me up.
One step.
Two.
Until my back hits the wall beside my front door.
“Pearl,” he breathes, staring down at me like I’m his favorite fantasy come to life.“You cannot kiss me like that and expect me to behave.”
“Who said I wanted you to behave?”I ask before I can chicken out.
His eyes practically flash.“Jesus Christ.How are you so fucking perfect?”
Then he kisses me again, harder this time, hungrier.
His body presses fully into mine, pinning me between him and the wall, and I swear every thought in my brain evaporates.All I can feel is Wells: his chest, his hands, his mouth.
One of his thighs nudges between mine, and I suck in a sharp breath as my body reacts instantly.
“There,” he says roughly, his lips dragging along my jaw.“That.”
“What?”I gasp.
“That needy little sound.”He kisses the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I shiver.“You act like you don’t know how much power you have over me, but I think you’re starting to figure it out.”
Maybe I am because I love this.Love the way this grumpy, gorgeous man completely unravels for me.
My hands slide down his chest, and I feel every hard line of muscle beneath his shirt.
“Wells,” I whisper.
His mouth trails down my neck, kissing, nipping, worshiping.“Yeah, Pearl?”
“I really like it when you kiss me.”
He stills long enough to look up at me, and the raw heat in his eyes nearly sets me on fire.
“Like it?”he repeats, sounding almost offended.“Pearl, I’m trying very hard not to drag you to your bedroom right now.”
I laugh breathlessly, but it turns into another gasp when his teeth graze my pulse point.“Oh my gosh.”
“Exactly,” he mutters.
His hands slide lower, tracing the curve of my waist, my hips, like he’s committing every inch of me to memory.“You wore these pants to torture me, didn’t you?”
