Doctor Kim

Chapter 4

Warning sirens blared in my mind, but it was useless. Her gentle, hesitant kiss roared loudly through my body, drumming back any other sound. Her soft lips moved against mine, cautious and testing, and I answered back. Even more, I encouraged. I opened my mouth to welcome her seeking tongue.

She drew in a sharp breath through her nose as our reckless kiss deepened, but it didn't stop her exploration of my mouth. Behind my back, her palm urged me into her, and her grip on my face firmed. Her lush tongue dipped past my lips, slid against mine, causing goosebumps to burst down my legs.

I couldn't think, breathe, or even move as she kissed me, because I worried I'd break the spell.

Dr. Kim used the hand cupping my face to tilt me further up, enough to break the contact of our lips, but her mouth was still on my skin. It moved hurriedly over my cheekbone, streaming down the side of my neck.

I shivered.

My skimpy swimsuit was still wet, and the air conditioning was blowing on us from a vent overhead, but the tremble that shook my shoulders had nothing to do with that. It wasn't the cause of my hardened nipples jutting out beneath the triangles of my bikini top either.

Dr. Kim was.

I nearly lost my balance as she moved in, walking me backward toward the wall. She drew the hand away from my back and threw her palm flat against the wall by my head.

Her haggard breathing filled my ear. "What the hell am I doing?"

Was she thinking out loud? Because she didn't stop. Her damp lips skimmed over my neck and closed on a spot where it met my body, giving me another wave of shudders. When she sucked lightly, a sharp bolt of electricity shot straight between my legs. I had my arms wrapped around her waist, and I clenched her t-shirt in my hands.

I wasn't supposed to like it, but it felt so damn good.

I leaned my head into her hand, giving her more room on the other side to kiss my neck, and I closed my eyes.

"You mean, what the hell are we doing?" I murmured, because I was just as much a part of this as she was.

When I threaded my fingers through her thick hair, the thought pounded in my mind. Is this cheating? No, it couldn't be. I had ended it with Jay. We needed more closure, but I had ended it.

My heart lurched into my throat as Dr. Kim's hand slipped down the wall and came to rest on my shoulder, the edges of her fingers beneath the black string holding my top in place.

The room was steamy hot and frigid cold in the same instant. I was feverish and shivering while the war between my head and body intensified. Her mouth journeyed back up the slope of my neck until it sealed over mine.

She was twenty years older than I was. My boyfriend's—ex-boyfriend's—parent. What was wrong with me? With us? We had to look insane. She had me pressed against the wall hard enough my swimsuit left damp triangle shapes on her shirt.

I liquified under her lips. The way her mouth moved against mine wasn't just seductive, it enslaved. Her greedy kiss made me thirsty for more.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered. My words said one thing, and my body another. I bowed off the wall, arching my back, causing her hand to creep lower. Her fingertips inched along my skin, heading for the curve of my breast.

"I know," she groaned into my mouth. The sharp edge of her teeth glanced off my bottom lip as she nipped at me.

Down her long, deliberate fingers went, following the string until it met fabric and began to widen into the cup of my top. It was amazing the way the cold swimsuit rubbed against my sensitive nipples, and I ached for more.