His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 475

Virginia stiffened for a second, biting her lip and closing her eyes.

She was a psychiatrist, but she still had medical training; she shouldn't be so hung up on the gender difference.

Besides, he had taken a knife to save her life...

She mentally braced herself, took a deep breath, and reached out to untie the drawstring of his pants.

Her fingertips inevitably brushed against his taut lower abdomen. The man's muscles instantly hardened, the scorching heat radiating through her fingers and sending an involuntary shudder through both of them.

She kept her head down, too afraid to look at him as she stiffly slid the loose hospital pants down and helped him into a fresh pair.

Throughout the entire process, Archer didn't say a single word, but his breathing had grown noticeably heavier.

Once he was dressed, Virginia picked up the water basin, ready to retreat to the bathroom, but a large, burning hand suddenly clamped down on her wrist.

"Virginia."

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at him.

"Come closer," he murmured, his voice incredibly low and dangerously seductive.

Virginia knew exactly what he wanted. Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned forward, bringing her face closer to his.

Archer raised his uninjured left hand, cupped the back of her head, and captured her lips flawlessly.

He kissed her with immense restraint. There was no forceful invasion; instead, he gently traced the shape of her lips, his tongue coaxing her mouth open to invite her response.

The faint, crisp scent of Oud & Bergamot mixed with the sterile smell of the hospital, wrapping around her completely. Virginia didn't push him away; she let him take exactly what he wanted.

Terrified of pulling his stitches, she actively leaned against the edge of the mattress to support herself, kissing him back.

After a long time, he finally pulled away. The pad of his thumb gently brushed against her swollen, glistening lips, his eyes practically burning with barely suppressed desire.

...

Feeling something distinctly hard pressing against her, her ears burned furiously. She pushed against his chest, too afraid to use real force, and practically whispered her warning.

"...You're still hurt."

"I'm basically healed."

Archer's breath was scorching hot as he lowered his head and swallowed her protests.

This kiss was far more aggressive than any they'd shared over the past few days.

He pinned her flush against his body with one hand gripping her waist. Unable to use his other arm, he used the weight of his shoulder to cage her against the wall, giving her absolutely no room to escape.

The heat in the bathroom made her head spin.

Virginia gasped for air, the steam and the water from his body soaking completely through her silk blouse, making it cling scandalously to her stunning curves.