"You want me to kiss you again. You want me to touch you." His thumb brushed across her bottom lip. "You want to forget you're a respected doctor for one night and just be a woman with needs."
"That's quite presumptuous." But her voice had gone husky, her pupils dilated.
"Am I wrong?"
She hesitated, then shook her head slightly. "No."
"Tell me what you want, Claire."
Her eyes locked with his. "I want you to kiss me."
"Ask nicely." His voice was firm, commanding.
Claire's eyes widened slightly, surprised by his dominance but visibly aroused by it. "Please," she whispered. "Please kiss me, Jackson."
He smirked, his thumb still tracing her lower lip. "That's it? Come on, Claire. I want to hear what you're really thinking. Not the proper doctor version."
Her breath hitched. She glance
