Page 137 of The Night Shift

She looks so intolerably sad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this before. I want to fix it desperately. “Do you want to talk about it?”

A few seconds pass. Then some more. Her eyes drop to my mouth. She shakes her head. “No.”

She presses her mouth against mine.

Time pauses. Slowing like honey. Her hand slides around to my back, fisting into my shirt. Her other hand moves into my hair, gripping tight, pulling me down until there’s no space left between us. She flips us around, slamming me against the car door. Her tongue slips into my mouth, then a little deeper, tangling with mine. Holy fuck.

My hand slides to her throat. I squeeze just enough to make her gasp into my mouth and push her back. “What is happening right now?”

Holly just stares at me, hand resting on my chest, right where my heart is beating savagely. “Do you want me to stop?”

I should say yes. Not because I want her to stop —God no, what am I?A moron?But something is clearly weighing down on her. The fact that she’d rather kiss me than talk about it is proof enough that it’s bad.

A breeze ruffles through her hair. Her tousled blonde hair. Her pink, swollen lips. Jesus Christ. She could be sawing my leg off, and I still wouldn’t be able to tell her to stop. Wouldn’t even dream of it.

My grip around her throat tightens and I pull her back to me, crashing my lips against hers, edging her mouth open. A soft noise catches in the back of her throat. Our teeth clink together. My arm snakes around her waist. She nips at my bottom lip. Hard.

I turn us around, taking control. Her hip slams against the door handle.

She breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp. “You bastard, thathurt.”

“Good.” I wrap my hands under her thighs and lift. My fingers press into the denim, kneading the muscle beneath. I’m careful to avoid her scar. “Are you sure this is okay?” I murmur against her lips.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands pulling at my hair. “Shut. Up.” She trails her mouth down my jaw.

Mm, fuck.

Her tongue flicks over my neck and it’s a miracle that I don’t come right that instant. She rocks her hips against me, and a mindless groan leaves my mouth. I grab her butt and pull her closer, instantly overwhelmed by the smell of her shampoo, the heat coming from her body, and the soft sighs of pleasure leaving her throat. Her skin feels so fucking soft against mine. I want to wear it. Her teeth sink into my neck and a shiver bolts down my spine, straight to my cock. This woman is going to be the death of me.

My hand slides under her sweater and I swipe one thumb along her bare skin, just below the wire of her bra. Her back arches and she gasps.

“You like that?” My thumb slips underneath the fabric, grazing past her hard nipple, and she moans — a soft, breathy sound that reminds me that we’re still outside. In full view of anyone insane enough to be wandering around at this hour. Anybody could see us. Anybody could see Holly like this. And I’d very much like to not commit a second murder right now.

I set her down, hands still on her hips. “Get in the car.” I push my jacket off her shoulders, catching it as it slips to her waist, then use it to tug her closer. “Now.”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

Unable to take my hands off her, I mumble something along the lines of “please,” barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.

Holly’s eyes flicker, and something shifts in her expression. A smirk. I think it’s the desperation in my voice. I think she likes it.

“What if I say no?” she taunts.

“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?”

“I’m not easily persuaded.”

My fingers weave into her hair. I yank it just enough to pull her head back, exposing her throat. Her pretty amber eyes lock on mine. “Get in the fucking car, love.”

She gets in the car.

She climbs into the backseat, and I follow, slamming the door shut behind me. Before I can even settle, she climbs onto my lap, moving her mouth to my neck again.

“Glad to see we’re on the same page about wasting no time.” My hands move to her thighs, running over her jeans. “Can I please take these off?”

Holly nods.

Fuck, yes.