Alarms rang in my mind, but it was useless. His gentle, hesitant kiss took over me. His soft lips moved against mine, cautious and testing, and I answered back. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue.
He took a deep breath as our kiss deepened, but it didn't stop him from exploring in my mouth. Behind my back, his hand pulled me closer t him, and his grip on my face tightened. His soft tongue caressing against mine caused goosebumps to burst down my legs.
I couldn't think, breathe, or even move as he kissed me, because I didn't want to ruin the moment.
Dr. Lowery used the hand holding my face to break the contact of our lips, but his mouth was still on my skin. It slowly slid down the side of my neck, allowing a small moan to escape my lips.
My bathing suit was still wet, and the cold air conditioning was blowing on us, but the trembling I had wasn't because of that. It wasn't because of my hardened nipples either. Dr. Lowery was.
I almost lost my balance as he moved in, walking me backward toward the wall. He drew the hand away from my back and threw his palm flat against the wall by my head.
"What the hell am I doing?" He whispered in my ear.
Was he thinking out loud? Because he didn't stop. His lips skimmed over my neck and stopped in a spot that ignited my body with another wave of shudders. When he sucked lightly, my body set on fire. I had my arms wrapped around his waist, and I clenched his t-shirt in my hands.
I wasn't suppose to do this, but it felt so right.
"You mean what the hell are we doing?" I whispered as I leaned against his hand, allowing him more room to kiss my neck.
As I ran my fingers through his hair, I thought to myself, am I cheating? No. It couldn't be. I ended it with Peyton. We needed closure, but I ended it.
The room felt hot and hot at the same time as his mouth slid back up my neck until it connected with mine.
He was twenty years older than I was. My boyfriend... ex-boyfriend's father. What was wrong with me? With us? This is insane. He had me pressed up against the wall hard enough that left damp spots on his t-shirt.
The way his mouth moved against mine wasn't seductive, it was greedy. Making me thirsty for more.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered.
"I know," he moaned into my mouth.
His fingers slid down towards the string of my bathing suit, slowly untying the back. "I'm going to keep going unless you tell me to stop."
I shook my head. As soon as the strap was untied, he slid it off of me and grabbed my breasts, kissing me as he did it. "Jesus, Riley."
His tone was heavy and sexual. The four years I've known him, I've never heard him like this.
"Shit," I gasped. "Dr. Lowery, I'm gonna..."
"It's Anthony. Not Dr. Lowery."
Just as we were about to continue, his phone rang making both of us jump. "I'm on-call. I have to get..."
"I have to go, I'm sorry."
"Riley, this... what just happened... it was my fault."
I looked at him confusedly, not sure what to say. I'm the one who kissed him. I made the move, not him.
"Tell him it's my fault."
"Peyton. When you tell him that we did this."
He opened the door and shut it before I could say or do anything.