My mind was screaming at me to stop him. But I really didn’t want to. The way he held me against the wall with his hard body and kissed me with a sense of urgency made my insides turn to jelly. I’d never been kissed that way before—with such desperation—and so my mind was fogged with desire for him and all rational thought flew out of the window.

He was possessive and dominant.

And I liked it.

I never knew that I wanted to be treated that way until he happened.

He clearly knew how to handle a woman’s body, and I was simply relishing the sheer pleasure radiating from where his fingers caressed me—roughly then calmly and then roughly again—throughout every nerve ending. He slipped two fingers inside of me, and I inhaled sharply at the intrusion as he continued to circle my swollen clit with his thumb. I moaned and fought to keep my eyes on him. His dilated pupils told me he was just as turned on. That and the erection digging into my hip.

He mumbled against my mouth in a deep, lust-filled rasp that sent shivers down my spine, “Kelly, you feel so fucking good. I wish it was my cock inside you right now. I want to feel you around me while I make you come.”

His crude words shocked me but spiked my desire simultaneously, and I wanted to take him up on his fantasy. It was my fantasy too, after all. But instead I just stared into his eyes wordlessly; needing that connection. I was startled at what I saw there. Gone was the aggressive stare from earlier as he’d backed me up against the wall, and it had been replaced with a look of awe. He watched my every expression intently as if witnessing a woman in the throes of passion for the first time.

The sensations his fingers were creating were intensifying, and I ground myself into his hand as I pulled him to me and thrust my tongue into his mouth. My hands fisted in the long, shaggy strands of his unkempt hair. His fingers slipped and slid in my wetness, and suddenly he touched a part of me inside in such a way that the pleasure skyrocketed. It was so intense that I could see stars. He dropped his head to my breast and pulled my stiffened peak into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth through the fabric of my blouse. Gasping for air, I felt my muscles tighten and clench around his fingers as my orgasm shot me into outer space. I dropped my head forward and leaned into him for support, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the cry I was desperate to make, and a growl erupted from his throat. I released his skin and his lips returned to mine once more. The kiss was rough again and I was shocked at how I let go and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I was never this wanton. A second orgasmic wave almost floored me, and he swallowed my cries. I was grateful for that as the walls of the hospital were far too thin for this type of encounter to go unnoticed. Anyone could have walked into the room at any time thanks to the no-locks policy. But that just heightened the excitement even more.

I began to float back to earth and opened my eyes. When I did, I realised his were fixed on me once again, and he was smiling a sexy, lopsided smile.

He had watched and felt the whole thing.

My breathing was ragged and his fingers were still caressing me, drawing out the most amazing sensations for as long as he could while I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“My God, you’re beautiful when you let go like that,” he whispered. He leaned in again and kissed me with an uncharacteristic tenderness, like I was his lover and this had all been normal, but I suddenly felt ashamed at what I’d allowed to happen and I covered my face with my hands.

Removing his fingers from my vagina, he gripped my hands and pulled them away, our skin sliding together in a sensual, intimate way. “Hey… hey, don’t do that. Don’t cover your face. I want to look at you. You have no clue how amazing it is to watch you come. I could look at you all damn day, Kelly. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I felt the heat of my cheeks increase and I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t… please.” My voice was hardly recognisable as my own.

“Don’t what? Don’t give you a compliment? Don’t tell you the truth?”

“I… we… That shouldn’t have happened. I can’t believe—”

He stopped my words with his mouth as he pulled me into his body. His erection was still strong and proud and straining at his jeans as he pressed himself into me. I wanted him so badly.

When the kiss ended, he pulled away slightly. “Well, I for one don’t regret what just happened. The only thing I do regret is that we’re in your fucking office and I can’t be inside of you right now.”

“I wouldn’t sleep with you, Cameron. It wouldn’t be right. This was a mistake as it is.” I tried to sound calm but failed miserably.

He chuckled, but the smile on his face was a little menacing. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked my juices from them. Turned on beyond measure yet horrified by my inability to control myself sexually, I gasped and opened my mouth to protest at his vulgarity; but what could I say after what I’d allowed him to do to me?

Once he had devoured my arousal from his fingers, he sneered at me. “You want me to fuck you, Kelly. It’s written all over your face. And the signs are visible all over your body. And remember I know how wet you are. I did that. You want me inside of you. Why don’t you just admit it? Huh? You’ve been attracted to me from the beginning.”

I snorted at his attitude. Even if his words rang true, I wouldn’t admit it. “My God, you’re so arrogant.”

He dragged his tongue across his lower lip as he stared into me. “This isn’t arrogance, sweetheart. I know what I felt. And what I saw in your eyes.”

I began to panic. “It’s unethical. I could lose my job. It’s, it’s—”

“Fuck ethics, Kelly. Don’t be so fucking straight laced all the time. Live a little.”

I pushed on his chest and this time he moved back. I straightened my clothes and glanced down to find a damp patch on the silk over my left breast. Oh shitty shit. I was grateful that I’d brought a jacket to work with me.

Amusement came over me at my train of thought. I’d just had a sexual encounter with a bloody patient in my office and here I was worrying about how I looked? Crazy. Definitely crazy. There was no other logical explanation. I’d obviously been studying and working in my field for so long that the lines were becoming blurred.

I realised that Cameron was still standing before me with an expectant expression on his face. I smoothed my hair before I told him, “This… this can’t happen again, Cameron. And it won’t. It was wrong. I could get fired. It was stupid of me. We… I overstepped the mark here. It’s entirely my fault. You’re my patient and I’ve acted like some… some tart. I’ve abused my position of trust. That’s just not me. It’s not who I am or how I behave. I… I apologise.” My words came out in panicked rush and my eyes began to sting as the weight of what I’d done really weighed heavy.

He stepped toward me and reached out to touch my cheek. His brow furrowed. “Excuse me for pointing out the obvious here but you don’t hear me complaining do you? And believe me when I tell you I don’t feel abused. Not in the slightest. And you are in no way a… a what did you call yourself? A tart?”

His warm smile did nothing to reassure me. What had I been thinking? I shook my head. “That’s not the point Cameron. I—”

He reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly tender again. I was getting whiplash from his changing mood. “Then what is the point? You can’t tell me that you haven’t felt the sexual tension between us. We just acted on how we felt.”

He was right, of course, but I couldn’t admit to it. I wouldn’t admit to it and it didn’t change the fact that it was wrong. So wrong. “You’re quite an intimidating man. And whilst I do find you attractive it is my job to help you figure out who you are and why you’re here. It’s not my job to use you for sexual gratification.”

His mouth turned up at one side. “Says the woman with the damp panties and the just pleasured glow. Look… you don’t need to worry. I’ve decided I’m not a guy who kisses and tells. That’s the beauty of amnesia I guess. You get to rebuild yourself into the kind of person you wish you were. No one will find anything out from me. I’m just a little sad that we won’t get to do this again. Watching you fall apart for me was… beautiful. Just so you know.” He adjusted himself in his jeans, stepped away from me and pressed on the door handle pulling it open a little. I was still leaning on the wall for support as my legs had turned to jelly. I turned my head toward him and he smiled. “Relax, Kelly. Please?” His voice was soft and I was thankful for the wall at my back.

When he had gone I slid down until my bottom hit the floor. I rested my head in my hands and began to sob. What the hell was I playing at? What the hell was I doing? Those two questions were being screamed at me by my subconscious over and over.

But I couldn’t answer them.

I had nothing except tears of self-loathing.