“You have no idea just how satisfying a great fuck can be,” he told her in a harsh whisper, the hand at the back of her head spearing into her hair, holding her in a way that didn’t hurt but definitely left him in control. “Kiss me,” he commanded huskily, pulling her head to him, their lips close together.
Oh, God. Sarah couldn’t catch her breath, and she was panting lightly with the need to breach the distance between their mouths. “Dante, no. You’re injured and hurting.” Confused, she tried to pull gently away from him, but he tightened his arm around her waist, and she didn’t have the willpower or the desire to pull harder to get free. She felt ensnared and captured, and she felt strangely compelled to devour the man holding her captive. Sarah’s core clenched as she felt his heated breath skitter along her lips, waiting.
“Kiss me, dammit,” he ordered again, this time with a persuasive tone.
“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you,” she whimpered, desperate to be connected to him, feel his mouth against hers. “I’m your doctor.” She completely gave up arguing the sexual chemistry issue. Whether this was lust or sexual chemistry didn’t matter. It was something she’d never experienced before, and it had her dumbfounded.
“Screw your Hippocratic oath. I need this more than I need a doctor,” Dante growled as he pulled her mouth to his with a needy groan.
Sarah tried to remember that he was injured and she couldn’t grasp on to him. Instead, she curled her hands around the back of the chair and held on for dear life as Dante claimed her mouth with fervent possessiveness. The kiss swept every thought from her head except the delicious thrill of his tongue bursting through the seam of her lips to conquer and entwine them both in an embrace that rocked Sarah’s whole world. Heat engulfed her entire body as Dante squeezed the cheek of her ass and pulled her core flush against his pulsating erection. She moaned as she pressed her pelvis against him, cursing the denim that separated her from his engorged cock.
She completely lost herself in his sultry, heated kiss, squirming against him as he nipped at her lower lip and then swept his tongue over it soothingly, teasingly.
“I want you, Sarah. I’ll be the man to show you just how hot you can burn and how satisfying a hard, wild fuck can be.” His low baritone was strained and insistent.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Sarah’s entire body was vibrating with need, clamoring to be possessed by this powerful male, the first man to ever make her feel this way. It was exhilarating and frightening both at the same time.
“I hate to break up this cozy little interlude, but it’s time to go home, Dante.” The male voice coming from the doorway sounded mischievous and nonchalant.
Flustered, Sarah nearly leaped from between Dante’s legs, her face flushing as she turned to the incredibly handsome man who had just let himself into her house. She had no doubt that this was Jared, Dante’s brother. “You could have knocked,” she muttered, embarrassed.
“I did, actually. Several times. I guess you were both occupied,” he replied casually. “The door was unlocked so I finally came in.”
Oh, God. Sarah wanted to crawl under a rock somewhere and never come out. It was bad enough that she had been so involved in Dante’s kiss that she hadn’t heard the door, but he was her patient. Dante Sinclair had injuries that would have left any other man in bed crying for his mommy, even if he was taking something for pain. Yet she’d practically been mauling him and begging for more. “I’m sorry,” she said, mortified. “He does need to be home in bed.”
Jared lifted an eyebrow playfully.
“Alone,” she added hurriedly. “Sleeping.”
“Don’t apologize to him,” Dante told her in an irritated voice. “He just walked right into your house.”
Jared smirked. “Didn’t you hear me knock? You’re the cop.”
“I heard you. I just hoped you had enough sense to go away. Obviously I was wrong.” Dante glared at his brother.
Sarah watched the two men, one irritated and the other looking highly amused. She’d never met Jared Sinclair, but he was another powerful and attractive man, just like his brothers. He and Dante shared some of the same physical features, but where Dante was a bit raw, this man was . . . polished. Jared’s hair was more auburn than dark brown. Longer than Dante’s, it was cut in a manner that looked professional, but she could see a few curls in the sleek style. Jared’s eyes were almost a jade green, and the lashes surrounding those startling eyes were so thick that any woman would envy them. Maybe an inch or so shorter than Dante, Jared had the same muscular build as his brother’s, covered by casual slacks, a collared button-down shirt that was probably silk, and what looked like very expensive leather casual shoes.
“Take Dante home, Mr. Sinclair. Give him his meds and don’t let him leave the house for a week. He really should be resting so that he can heal faster. If anything hurts at all, he shouldn’t be doing it,” Sarah instructed almost breathlessly, ashamed that she’d let herself get so carried away.
“Call me Jared, please,” the man insisted as he shot her a playful grin. “And I’m sorry I came in. I was getting worried. I waited in the car, but it’s way past the time that Dante and I agreed on. I knew he shouldn’t be out for long.”
“I understand,” Sarah assured him hurriedly. “I should have taken him home as soon as he got here. Can you keep him at home for a while? It will help him heal up faster.”