Everything was so wrong—what he was doing to me was wrong. What I was allowing myself to feel was wrong. Being close like that was so damn wrong!

I jerked back, putting space between us. “No.” My voice was hoarse, my hands clenched into fists. My palms were sweaty, but he couldn’t see that. “You need to stop.” My heart ached at my own words.

Dr. Aldrich arched a brow, clearly amused. “Are you sure?”

Didn’t he want to?

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Yes. We ...