Caped and Dangerous - Isabel Jordan Page 0,28
place. But that director pissed me off.”
The bastard had refused to even consider making improvements or looking into clinical trials for his patients outside of his own hospital network. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was fucking with clinical trial results by lining his pockets with bribes from desperate families. The man was a jizz stain on humanity.
“So you bought my mother’s home because someone pissed you off?”
Killian swallowed hard. “Well, not exactly. Technically, I didn’t buy the nursing home. The jizz stain…uh, Dr. Thomas, didn’t own the place. He didn’t have any real power. So, I bought the hospital network that Rolling Hills and about twelve other nursing homes are part of. My team will oversee the other facilities. I only personally took control of Rolling Hills.”
And now she was looking at him like he was an arse-faced loser. A creepy, stalker-y, arse-faced loser. Great.
“You bought the hospital network,” she repeated.
“Yes.”
“The entire hospital network.”
“Yes.”
“Because you knew I needed help and wouldn’t ask for it?”
He nodded. “Worrying about your mum’s care was wearing on you. I could see it. I wanted you to be happy. It was totally selfish.”
As she stared up at him, her expression completely unreadable, Killian called himself a million kinds of fool for not lying. Why didn’t he just say he wanted to help people? Or that the hospital network was a great investment? But, no. He had to go and admit the truth, which made him sound like a complete tool.
After a long, tense silence, Greer jabbed a finger at him. “First of all, I can take care of my mother. I don’t need you swooping in to play the hero. I’m in charge of her care. Got it?”
He nodded. “I understand.”
“Second of all,” she went on, “I don’t need some rich jackass throwing his money around for me. Buying a hospital network does not entitle you to anything with me. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“And third…”
Killian frowned when she didn’t go on. “Third?”
With that, Greer grabbed two fistfuls of his T-shirt, spun him into the bedroom, and slammed him back into the wall. Before he could even think of reacting, she went up on her tiptoes and crashed her mouth into his, kissing the ever loving crap out of him.
She pulled back and whispered against his lips, “Thank you.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KILLIAN WAS ADORABLY STUNNED for all of three seconds, but then he rallied and took control, angling her head with his strong hands, deepening their kiss, stroking her tongue with his.
He tasted a little like the whiskey he must’ve had before she got there, but also like molten sin and the promise of screaming orgasms.
And she fully intended to collect on that promise as many times as humanly (or superhumanly) possible tonight.
Because nothing had ever tasted or felt this good, this right, in her life.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. He looked like he wanted to tear her apart. In the best possible way, of course.
An idea she wholeheartedly supported.
“I need you to be sure,” he said tightly. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“I’m sure,” she blurted.
“I’m going to need you to say it.”
For the love of God, why were they still talking? Why weren’t they naked yet? “Yes! Yes, I’m sure. I consent. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, OK? What else do you want, a signed contract? I con—“
The rest of her sentence was cut off by an inarticulate oomph as he put his shoulder into her stomach and upended her.
For about three seconds, she had the most spectacular view of his tight, denim-clad ass as she hung over his shoulder, fireman style. Then he dumped her flat on her back in his bed. She barely bounced once before he was on her, hands and mouth seemingly everywhere at once.
Greer groaned as Killian’s teeth grazed her earlobe, and her nipples went hard at the mere thought of him moving his mouth lower. Her skin felt like it was on fire.
This was starting to feel like a life and death situation. Like, if she didn’t get him naked and inside her very, very soon, she might literally die.
“Killian,” she panted, the desperation in her voice damn near embarrassing.
He pulled back, framing her face with his hands, staring down at her in wonder. “God, you’re so damn beautiful.”
Her breath caught at the sincerity in his tone and at the pure want and need in his eyes. No one had ever wanted