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fist he banged it against the metal door. “Now,” a warning growl.
    “Make me.” What was wrong with me? The entire night had become one giant ball of confusion. I was doing—saying things—that in a normal setting I wouldn’t. Reed unsettled me. Made a part of me, a hidden desire burst forth.
    Not one for one night stands or random hook-ups, I sat atop the small hospital bed a wanton mess. Sexually frustrated and in need of a good, hard fuck. Not that I was a prude, but between school, and family obligations, I’ve lacked the companionship of a man for quite some time.
    Snap the fuck out of it. Won’t happen with this man, Nora.
    “Won’t ask you again, sweetheart.” Jesus Christ. A shiver, strong and uncontrollable rocked my frame. Thank every deity above for the fact he’d placed me on this uncomfortable bed so he couldn’t witness my demise.
    At that very moment I’d let him do as he pleased with me. Not that I’d ever make it easy on him.
    “Don’t think—” Before I could complete that sentence or begin to make sense of the insanity this all was, I was pinned to the bed with an angry Reed above me. Heady, his scent was delicious and a total drug to my senses. Corrupted me; caused me to become vulnerable and weak.
    Unaware of my surroundings.
    Click.
    Click.
    He shackled my wrist. Since when did hospitals have beds with hand cuffs attached to them?
    “Behave.”
    “What are you doing?” A nd yet, instead of fighting his hold, I focused on how good the cool of the metal felt against my heated skin. How his weight made me feel small and fragile beneath him. “This isn’t necessary.”
    “So you think, Nora, but you’ve proven more than once tonight that you’re a flight risk.” With both hands on the lowered railing, he held himself above my torso. Few inches apart, yet he was everywhere. Dominated the room—consumed me. Lowering his face, Reed paused over my lips and exhaled. Soft, pink tongue came out then and swiped over his bottom lip causing me to bite my own. So lost in thought was I, picturing their softness against my own, that I missed half of his speech. “…could barely stand on your own.”
    “I’m fine.” Defiant as ever.
    Nostrils flaring, he inched closer still; dear God, I could almost taste him on my tongue. “Your entire body radiated pain, and not the kind associated with pleasure.” I gasped and his lip curled up at the corner. “Can’t allow you to do that, sweetheart. It’s not in my nature.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Clothes off now. That’s what it means.”
    “But what if—”
    “Don’t make me rip them off you.” There was a long stretch of silence that encompassed the room. Heady, thick tension surrounded us. I couldn’t breathe with him so close let alone digest the rough words that had passed through his lips. “Your call.”
    A small kitten-like whimper escaped my lips. “Move.” Couldn’t think with him near, not when he felt as good as he did.
    “No.” There was a devilish tilt to that tone, one that sent harsh shivers down my spine. Hazel eyes left my own and settled on my lips. Not a word was exchanged while he watched—visually devoured every curve of my body. I wanted to protest, argue, but his finger over my lips silenced me. “Don’t make a sound,” he all but growled before continuing with his slow perusal.
    Reed’s inspection made me hot. With a long and slender finger, he grazed down the column of my neck and edge of my tank. He skimmed just beneath the cotton—caused my flesh to break out into goosebumps.
    “Please,” I begged. For what? I wasn’t sure, but I needed more than just his body heat over my own.
    “Nora...” my eyes snapped to his “…a sweet, innocent, and full of defiance little girl. Has anyone told you just how beautiful you are?”
    Brows scrunched in confusion, I shrugged. How was this relevant? “Yes.” No point in lying. Since the age of fifteen I’ve been turning heads.