There's nothing between us but pure lust and need.
For the first time in a long time, I feel safe and wanted.
"Crew." His name escapes my lips in a low hum when I feel his fingers on my nipple.
He pinches it so hard that I yelp.
"Dare me to do more." The raw need in his voice draws goosebumps to my skin.
I stop him with a hand to his chin. I look into his eyes. They're the same mesmerizing eyes that I've seen for the last two years but they're reflecting back differently to me now. The hunger that I see i
n his gaze is a perfect match to what I feel inside.
"Crew," I murmur again, while I struggle to think of the right words to say. I want him to strip me bare and take me to his bed.
"I'll take care of you." His gaze travels slowly over my face. "Let me show you."
I nod. I've never wanted anything more in my life than to make love to this man.
Just as his hand trails over my stomach, he pulls back suddenly, rushing to get to his feet. His abrupt movement and the loud music that fills the room catch my breath in my throat. I reach for him to steady myself but he's not there. Even though I'm on my back on the sofa, I feel as though the entire world is falling away beneath me.
"My phone," I mumble as my mind catches up to what's happening. "That's my phone."
It's in his palm before I'm upright. I take it from him, our fingers touching briefly.
"Adley York," I answer breathlessly. "What is it?"
I listen intently as a female voice from the answering service for the clinic explains something to me about a dog and an accident.
"I'm coming," I tell her calmly. "I'll be there in fifteen. I'll call Dr. Hunt myself."
When I look up, Crew's not there. The only reminder of what we just did is the tenderness of my lips, the ache in my core and the feeling that I just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Chapter 15
Crew
I had to leave the room after she took that call. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself from grabbing her phone and tossing it out a window.
I was so close, so fucking close to being inside her.
"Crew?" Ad's voice carries down the long hallway to my bedroom. I came in here to get dressed. I put on a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt. If she's leaving at this time of night, I sure as hell am going with her. "Crew, I need to go."
I'm out of the bedroom like a shot. I jog down the corridor with unlaced shoes. "Wait. I'm coming with you."
She turns to look at me. Somehow she's been able to get into her scrubs, tuck her hair into a messy bun and pack up her stuff in record time.
"No," she says flatly. "I can get there on my own."
"I'll get a car to take us." I walk over to the table where I left my phone. I'll call Bill. He'll be here in less than ten minutes.
"I ordered an Uber." She waves her phone at me. "He's around the corner. I have to go now."
I don't want this. Her fingers are dancing all over the front of her neck which means she's already regretting what happened on my sofa. The nervous energy bouncing off of her is palpable.
"Let me come with you so we can talk in the car," I offer because desperation is settling in my gut and I need it gone now. I won't let her walk out of her thinking she's made a mistake.
She bows her head to look at the phone's screen. "He's almost in front of the building."