Page 10 of One Night with the Doctor

But, as the kiss grew increasingly wild – increasingly desperate – Sebastian’s conscience pricked. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this aroused or hell, if he’d ever been this aroused, but he knew without a doubt this was about more than a quickie with a co-worker for Callie.

The psychologist in him knew there were bigger things driving her tonight.

Her fingers had worked three buttons undone by the time he managed to pull himself out of the sexual fire scorching his common sense.

‘Hang on,’ he whispered, kissing her eyelids and her nose as he covered her hands. ‘Wait a moment.’ She mewed a protest and the fascinating sight of her ravaged mouth almost brought him to his knees. ‘Why don’t we get that coffee first?’

‘I don’t want a coffee,’ she murmured against his throat.

Sebastian shut his eyes as her tongue stroked magic over his skin, whispering illicit promises into his pulse points. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back, to give her unlimited access.

But only just.

‘Callie.’ He groaned as he forced his eyes open. Her lips were trekking towards his shoulder and he grabbed her hips convulsively as she started to rub herself against him a little. ‘I don’t think this is a wise idea. There’s obviously something troubling you… and using sex to obliterate issues isn’t a great way to handle things.’

‘I promise I’ll be gentle,’ she murmured as her lips meandered back to his throat.

Sebastian chuckled. ‘That’s not what I’m worried about.’

Her mouth slid across the thick ridge of his windpipe setting a wave of goose marching across his scalp. Christ… where was he? Oh yes, talking her out of this seduction.

‘I’d hate you to regret this is the morning.’

She sighed as she lifted her lips from the pulse of his carotid artery. ‘Your honourable streak is commendable but I’m a big girl, Sebastian. I know what I’m doing.’ She fingered his collar point rubbing it absently between her thumb and forefinger. ‘Or is it that a sexually aggressive woman threatens your masculinity?’

Sebastian regarded her seriously as she morphed back into Callie from the bridge. Bolshie and defiant. A man could get whiplash trying to keep up with her Jekyll-and-Hyde act.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Which one was the real Callie? The woman from the bridge or the woman from the restaurant? The man in him found the conundrum irresistible. And looking down at her wet mouth and blazing amber eyes, he had to admit it’d be fun finding out.

He smiled. ‘Not me. I love sexually aggressive women. In fact—’ he pushed a lock of her hair off her shoulder, ‘I think they should take over the world.’

She laughed. ‘How very evolved of you.’

Sebastian grinned at her light derision despite how the jiggle of her body, as she’d laughed, had caused a delicious friction between their intimately pressed bodies. It made it difficult to concentrate on his mission. It made it difficult to do anything other than grind.

Still… he had to try.

‘I’m all for a little temporary oblivion, Callie.’ God knew he’d sought it in the past and wasn’t about to judge her for the same. ‘But we are going to be working together so I need you to be sure.’

‘I’m sure.’ She smiled. ‘You need me to sign a disclaimer?’

Sebastian grinned, his resistance melting away at her obvious clear-eyed determination. ‘Let’s just kiss on it, instead.’

A flash of heat erupted down low the second his lips touched hers and Callie moaned, pushing her fingers into his hair. His ragged breath was loud in her ears and she revelled in his no-holds-barred kiss. Finally he was giving her everything, without reservation. Like she was a full-blooded, passionate woman. Not a fragile one. Not an about-to-fall-apart one.

And, man, did it feel good!

She broke off, her head spinning, pulse racing, breathing loud in the silence. They really needed to get horizontal. She looked around at the obviously half-unpacked apartment.

‘You have got a bed, right? I’m getting too old for the floor.’

He smiled, took her hand and led her through a maze of boxes into his bedroom. ‘Ta-da.’ He performed a hand flourish. ‘A bed.’

Callie grinned. ‘So it is.’ More moonlight streamed through uncurtained glass and she walked in, sidestepping another two boxes. Sitting on the edge, she gave an experimental bounce. ‘This will do very nicely,’ she murmured.

He was lounging in the doorway, watching her with the same direct gaze from the restaurant. From the bridge. And she wanted him closer.