Page 48 of Anchor

“Shhh.” He presses a finger to my lips. “I want to touch you. I wanna make you forget everything. I wanna make you feel better. Will you let me?”

My breath hitches in my chest and I can only nod. His finger traces my bottom lip, his eyes captivated by the movement. I’m trembling by the time his mouth comes back to mine. I can feel his smile against my lips. He has me right where he wants me and he damn well knows it.

His hand glides over the material of my bra underneath my hospital gown, so close to the aching weight of my breasts. I make a frustrated noise and he laughs, diverting his hand to the exposed skin of my knees. Even better.

The tips of his fingernails scrape along the skin of my thighs and at this point, I’ve virtually given up on ever breathing again. He makes one painstaking journey up to the top of my thigh, then stops and changes direction.

I grab on to his shoulder, discarding any rational thought, and press against him. “Please,” I whisper.

Our eyes lock and his hand presses against where I need him the most. I can feel the heat of him through the thin material and my eyes drift closed at the overwhelming sensation.

I feel him dip his head next to my ear and he says, “No, baby, I want to see your eyes.”

I bite my tongue and do as he says. He rewards me with the gentle play of his fingers, ever so soft, against me. And oh, God, the feeling is amplified a hundred times because it’s nowhere near as hard as I need it. No, instead, he traces me in small, languid circles until my hips are matching the back and forth movement of his hand.

My cheeks burn hot with shame and want. I shouldn’t be doing this. He slips his devilish fingers underneath the material of my panties and all good sense escapes me. My entire body bows up in response, muscles arched in a sweet ache of unleashed tension.

“You like that, Chloe?” His voice. God that voice. Each whisper sends a shockwave along my body, inciting the heat growing in my core as though it were a caress. He’ll devastate every one of my senses before this is over, I swear.

“Please,” I whisper.

“You want it?” he grunts.

I hold my breath in my chest like a captive trying to force myself over the peak. My hips roll against the soft play of his fingers and each flutter brings me ever closer to relief.

“Yes,” I hiss as he speeds up. “Yes, just like that.”

His fingers move lower and I let out a sobbing breath.Yes, yes, yes,I think to myself. His chuckle is a rumble in my ear.

Then, disaster strikes and three things happen all at once. First, he plunges two fingers deep inside of me, and I come. Exquisitely. Deliciously. Fantastically hard. Then, the door to his hospital room bursts open.

Gabriel

I’ve not beena man prone to violence in my personal life. Temper, maybe. Do I have a tendency to be a jerk at times? Sure, if the situation warrants it. But never in my life have I wanted to throttle someone quite as much as I do in this moment.

The rapturous expression on Chloe’s face, the one that I was admiring mere moments before, is replaced by panic and I instinctively move to cover her half-exposed body with my own. I, regretfully, free my hand to grab the blankets and pull them over us. Beneath me, she’s trembling and I let loose a string of expletives.

“Shit,” Tyler says and then covers his twinkling eyes, the bastard. “Didn’t think you’d have company.”

I’m going to kill him. I’ll be sad to see him go, but it must be done.

“Bit busy here, Ty,” I bite out.

Tyler, damn him to hell, grins and says, “I’ll say.”

Maybe I’ll enjoy killing him. “Get your ass out of here before I throw you out, man.”

With his hands still covering his eyes he says, “Nice to meet you, Ms. McKinney.”

Her face a gorgeous color of red, Chloe peers out from behind the blanket and says, “Nice to meet you, too.”

“My name’s Tyler. The idiot you’re with is a good friend of mine. I was going to find out which hotel room you were in, but this saves me the trouble.”

“Ty!” I shout. “Wrap it up.”

“Just wanted to tell you thanks for taking care of our guy,” he says.

Chloe smiles even though he can’t see her. “You’re welcome,” she says. “It’s nice to meet you, officially.”