Rescued by the Dreamy Doc. Amy Andrews

it wasn’t a command. It was just there, and the way she saw it she could go home by herself and try not to think about the very thing she’d been avoiding all day. That hammered at her skull even now, tearing at her shields. Or she could go home with him.

      But she sure as hell didn’t want coffee and conversation.

      Not tonight.

      They didn’t speak as Sebastian drove the short distance to his apartment. They didn’t speak in the car park. Or the lift. Or as he opened his front door.

      Neither did they touch.

      He didn’t even switch on a light.

      Instead, he watched as Callie strode across his lounge room, dodging boxes, towards the moonlight streaming in through his uncurtained French doors.

      ‘Sorry ‘bout the mess,’ he murmured as he drew level with her, his chest close to her back, his lips near her ear.

      Callie frowned, dragging her gaze from the alabaster river below, and looked round, her shoulder brushing his chest. She hadn’t even noticed them. ‘I didn’t notice.’

      Sebastian nodded slowly. ‘Callie. The bridge?’

      She shook her head. ‘No.’

      He regarded her quietly. ‘You know, maybe it’d help if you—’

      Callie leaned forward and kissed him, cutting off the words she already knew back to front. It was a fierce kiss. Hard. She didn’t open her mouth, neither did he. But she felt it right down to her toes.

      ‘The only therapy I want tonight,’ she said, inching slightly back from his mouth, ‘involves us being horizontal.’ She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his again.

      Sebastian felt her words all the way down to his groin. And when her tongue lapped against his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth, he granted it on a strangled groan, burying his fingers in her hair.

      It felt good to be kissing a woman again. To get lost in one. To feel curves pressed against him and suck in all that sweet female aroma with each jerky breath. And not just any woman. A sassy but vulnerable one who had blown his mind on a bridge a mere twelve hours ago and was doing her damnedest to blow it again.

      But as the kiss grew increasingly wild—desperate? his conscience pricked at him. Even though he couldn’t think of a time when he’d been this aroused, he knew this was about more than hot stranger sex for Callie.

      The psychologist in him knew there were bigger things driving her.

      Her fingers had worked three buttons undone by the time he managed to pull himself out of the sexual fire scorching his common sense. He covered her hands.

      ‘Stop,’ he whispered, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks. ‘Hold on for a moment.’

      He ignored her mewed protest and the fascinating sight of her ravaged mouth. ‘Why don’t we get that coffee first?’

      Callie, still dazed and weak-kneed, would have slumped to the floor had she not been leaning against him. She returned her ministrations to his neck, feeling the spike of bristles against her tongue. ‘I don’t want a coffee,’ she murmured.

      Sebastian shut his eyes as her tongue stroked magic over his skin, whispering illicit promises into his pulse points. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back, give her unlimited access. Just.

      ‘Callie,’ he groaned, opening his eyes as her lips trekked towards his shoulder. ‘I don’t think this is a wise idea. There’s obviously something troubling you…and using sex to obliterate issues isn’t a very good way to handle things.’

      Callie smiled against his collarbone. The poor man was really trying to do the right thing. But pressed into her pelvis she could feel how hard he was for her, and the convulsive clutch of his hands at her hips spoke volumes.

      ‘Relax,’ she murmured. ‘I promise it won’t hurt.’

      Sebastian chuckled. ‘That’s not what I’m worried about.’

      Callie smiled again, the rumble of his voice tickling her lips as she returned her mouth to the strong column of his throat.

      He pulled back slightly and felt her lips leave his skin. ‘I’d hate you to regret this is the morning.’

      Callie sighed. His honourable streak was commendable. She didn’t know too many men who wouldn’t take instant full advantage of what she was offering. ‘I’m a big girl, Sebastian. I know what I’m doing.’

      She rubbed his collar point between her thumb and forefinger. ‘Or is it that a sexually aggressive woman threatens your masculinity?’

      Sebastian regarded her seriously as she morphed back into Callie from the bridge. Bolshie and defiant. A man could get whiplash trying to keep up with her Jekyll-and-Hyde act.

       Curiouser and curiouser.

      Which one was she? The man in him found the challenge irresistible. And looking down at her moist lips and blazing amber eyes, he had to admit it’d be fun finding out.

      He smiled. ‘Not me. I’m exceedingly evolved. I love sexually aggressive women. In fact…’ he pushed a lock of her hair off her shoulder ‘.I think they should take over the world.’

      Callie laughed. ‘Interesting thought.’

      Sebastian joined her. But it was hard to concentrate when their bodies were pressed together so intimately and just her laughter was enough to cause a delicious friction between them.

      He sobered. ‘I need you to be sure, Callie.’

      She sucked in a breath at the intenseness of his gaze. It took her right back to the bridge and the instant magnetism she’d felt. ‘Would you like me to sign a disclaimer?’

      He shook his head. ‘Let’s just seal it with a kiss, shall we?’ And then he lowered his head.

      Callie felt the flash of heat erupt down low the second his lips touched hers and she groaned, raking her fingers into his hair. She could hear his ragged breath loud in her ears and revelled in his no-holds-barred kiss.

      Finally he was kissing her without reservation. Like she was a full-blooded, passionate woman. Not a fragile one. Not an about-to-fall-apart one.

      And, man, did it feel good!

      She broke off, her head spinning, pulse racing, breathing loud in the silence. They really needed to get horizontal. She looked around at the obviously half-unpacked apartment.

      ‘You have got a bed, right? I’m getting too old for the floor.’

      Sebastian smiled, took her hand and led her through a maze of boxes into his bedroom. ‘Ta-da. A bed.’

      Callie grinned. ‘So it is.’ More moonlight streamed through uncurtained glass and she walked in, sidestepping another two boxes. She sat on the edge and gave an experimental bounce. ‘This will do very nicely,’ she murmured.

      He was lounging in the doorway, watching her with the same direct gaze from the restaurant. From the bridge. He was too far away.

      ‘You’re a long way away. And you’re too dressed.’

      Sebastian smiled. ‘Hmm, whatever can we do about that?’

      Callie looked at him for the longest time before leaning back on her elbows and crossing one leg over the other. ‘Take off your clothes.’

      Her husky request stroked feathers along his groin. ‘You do like to be in charge, don’t you?’

      Callie rotated her ankle, one strappy black heel dangling from her toes. ‘You’ve got to ask for what you want.’

      Sebastian chuckled as he straightened and started on the buttons she hadn’t managed to undo. Callie could feel her breath getting shorter as each button revealed glimpses of a magnificent chest, and