Chapter Twelve #2
Rex smirks and treads closer. The backs of my legs hit a lounge chair and the next thing I know, I’m gripping the armrests for dear life, my body curving backward.
“Is that why you’re here, Olive?”
He bends toward me, closing our distance, until I can almost taste the sweetness of his cologne, pick apart the unique musk of his skin, see the gold striations in his irises, marvel at how his pupils slowly eat away at the quicksilver.
Then there’s the perfect curve of his upper lip, beckoning me to touch it.
A moan perches in my throat. We aren’t touching, but I feel him everywhere, through my cotton dress and underwear.
He growls, the low sound rippling down my body, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together. Rex’s eyes flash, clearly cataloging my involuntary movements.
Sparking a fire, he traces his finger over the rioting pulse on my neck.
I swallow my whimper as the flames burn me alive.
“Do you know where your pulse will beat harder…where each throb will drive you slowly out of your mind?” he rasps, his eyes riveted on my neck, unhinged fascination reflecting in those dark irises. Then he drags his gaze to my lips before returning to my neck.
I don’t answer him. I can’t answer him.
Instead, I curl my fingers tightly around the armrests, begging my body not to betray me, not to launch itself onto this sex god who looks like he wants to make a feast out of me.
“Your pussy,” he answers, and I gasp.
His lips twitch, then he bends down, skims the tip of his nose on my pulse point. He drags a sensual path to my ear before blowing on it—the lightness of his breath scraping my skin in the worst type of torture.
“I’ll circle my tongue around your clit.
Not directly, can’t let you come too quickly.
I’ll tease that hard, swollen nub until it throbs from the slightest breath I blow on it.
Then, and only then, I’ll insert one finger into your dripping fuck hole…
just the pinky to start with, because I bet that pussy of yours is so fucking tight, I’ll have to break you in. ”
My body shakes, the lewd images appearing in my mind. Wetness trickles to my thighs and I know I’ve soaked through my underwear.
Let me make you forget everything. The devil appears in my mind.
“But don’t worry, you’ll be soaked when you let me in. All the while, I lick, suck, and taste your essence. You’ll moan, cry, thrash, and beg me with your sweet little voice to let you come. But I’ll ignore you, slowly fucking you with my pinky until your eyes roll back and your legs spasm.”
The sky swirls in my vision, my eyes fluttering closed as his nose grazes my throat—once, twice—each soft motion mimicking how he’d tease me below.
Slowly driving me out of my mind.
“Then what?” I shudder, the words slipping out of me before I can think better of it.
He stills. “I’ll stop. Right when you’re at the edge.”
Rex’s voice is hoarse and I feel the restraint in his body as he hovers just inches above me. “And I’ll do it again. And again. And again. Until you’re delirious with want, like you’ll die if I don’t fuck you.”
The world falls silent and all I can hear and feel is the thundering of my heart, the ache between my legs, my mind blissfully blank.
Then a seagull squawks overhead, a knife piercing the veil.
The sound jolts me back into reality and horror crashes through me like a tsunami.
What the ever-loving fuck am I doing? I’m his doctor. I’m a professional. I’m better than this.
“That was interesting, Mr. Anderson,” I force out the words, thankful my voice has taken on a clinical detachment again. Giving his chest a hard shove, I straighten myself into a standing position.
Rex steps back, his chest heaving, face flushed, a thin sheen of sweat dotting his forehead.
Is this how he’d look during sex?
I shove the ridiculous thought out of my mind and grit my teeth.
“When flirtation and intimidation fail, you resort to a well-used weapon in your arsenal—seduction. I’ll have to jot that down in my ‘magical little notepad’ later on.”
Finally, finding the rest of my strength, I stride to him, stand on my tiptoes, and get in his face. Well, as much as I can, given the almost one-foot height difference between us.
“Since this isn’t an official session, I’ll let the nickname slide. But call me Olive again and I’ll cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat.”
His eyes widen and a thrill trembles inside me. I’ve shocked him.
I smirk. “You do know psychiatrists go through medical school and residency, and I’m very, very good with a scalpel.”
Without waiting for his response, I spin around and walk toward the stairs, head held high, even as frenetic energy pulses inside me.
Unprofessional. Pathetic. Ridiculous, Olivia. He’s my best friends’ older brother, my freakin’ patient. He’s fucking unhinged chaos. Everything about him screams no, stay away, approach in a hazmat suit.
My conscience hurls insults at me and the steady, rule-following Olivia is disappointed.
But deep inside, a latent part of my soul shakes with excitement, desperate to break free.
Carpe diem, break the rules. Be brave.
If Mia were here, she’d drag every little juicy detail out of me, a sly smile of approval on her face.
A sharp ray of heat hits my back and golden rays suddenly bathe the deck as the sun makes a reappearance from behind the clouds.
For the first time in a long time, I’m awake and alive.
As I turn into the winding staircase, I can’t help but look back at the infuriating man.
But the spot he was standing at is empty, like the last ten minutes have been a figment of my fevered imagination.
My heart spasms, the strange excitement deflating like air leaking out of a punctured tire.
It’s then I know.
If I’m not careful around Rex Anderson, not only is my professional reputation at stake.
But my body, and quite possibly…my heart.