Aisha's POV
His mouth crashed against mine again, urgent and hungry. I should have pulled away, reminded him that we had patients to treat and a prisoner to interrogate—but I didn't. I let the fire between us take over.
Simon's kiss deepened, raw and all-consuming. His body pressed me against the break room wall, every muscle tense with need. I could feel his restraint slipping. His hands roamed over my waist, fingers sliding beneath my shirt to touch bare skin. I shivered, my head tilting to give him more access as he kissed down my jaw and whispered my name in a voice that made my knees weak.
"Aisha," he breathed, like the syllables of my name were the only thing anchoring him.
"I should stop," I murmured, but the words came out as a whisper lost in the space between his li
