Free You'll Think of Me by Lucia Franco

the feeling of his fingers against her skin. Olivia relaxed into him, feeling every inch of his solid chest as her back started to heat up, wishing she could see who the mysterious stranger was behind her.
    As they began to slow down, his fingers moved into the waistband of her shorts. He didn’t push them in far, just into the top of the waistband. He rubbed from side to side and she immediately felt her sex heat. He was slowly tantalizing her with his rough fingers that her breath caught in her throat. The man brought his face down to the curve of her neck, his hot breath prickling her skin like jagged teeth. She pushed her hips into his as he rubbed his cheek along hers. Goosebumps broke out over her skin.
    Olivia’s head lolled to the side, her brown wavy hair falling along the man’s arm. The heat of the bodies on the dance floor and alcohol took hold, playing with her, tickling her senses and making her want sex, want him and want him now. Olivia wasn’t one for one night stands, but she was ready to throw her inhibitions out the window for just one night…just to let go.
    Feeling his scruffy facial hair graze her neck, his fingers danced along the lace band of her panties. The air swirled in a cloud of dark forbidden passion that spoke of hot, steaming sex. The bar was humid and the grinding they were doing wasn’t helping her. She was hot and turning into an inferno while his hands and body manipulated hers.
    As if he sensed her legs were about to give out, he lifted her closer to him, then twisted her hips around and brought her right back to where she apparently belonged—front to front and up against his dick.
    Olivia came face to face with a rock hard chest covered in a navy blue shirt. His hands never left her waist as he shoved his leg between her bare ones and pushed against her wet sex, slowly beginning a dirty dance with her. She moaned in the back of her throat, her eyes closing on their own accord. He palmed her ass with one large hand while he placed his other hand at the back of her head, holding her closer to him. The man had skill. He had her boxed in with his arms and body. Olivia wasn’t sure if he knew the power he held over her in that instant, but it was hot as hell.
    Before she had a chance to see whose arms she was wrapped in, the scent of spicy sandalwood assaulted her senses. Olivia licked her lips and cracked her eyes open to get a peek at who she had such sexual chemistry with. She looked up to a square jaw covered in stubble. His lips, firm and full that deserved to be sucked on frequently. She locked onto a pair of brown eyes that looked vaguely familiar, flecks of gold swimming in them. They tempted her, lured her in. They were framed by the fullest set of black lashes she’d ever seen on a man. And then he lifted one side of his mouth into a curve and grinned at her, giving her one of the sexiest half-smiles she’d ever seen.
    And that’s when it hit her.
    Shock. Ice cold shock and recognition raced through her body.
    Olivia froze. Her mouth dropped open at the same time her arms fell away. She could not believe she was staring back at the eyes of her patient from this past week. He stood there, holding her tight, with a smug look on his handsome face. She placed her hands flat against Nathaniel’s chest to push him away, but he didn't budge. He just held her tighter with his stupid smile that seemed to grow at her agitation.
    “Move,” Olivia ordered. She wasn't playing games. This was her patient for fuck’s sake.
    “Nope.” He barely moved his lips.
    Olivia huffed loudly, her nostrils flaring in frustration. She pushed hard and was finally able to move him back.
    She quickly turned around to walk away, well tried at least. Nathaniel reached out and grabbed her wrist, spinning her back to him gracefully like a practiced dance move. Olivia fell into his chest with a thump.
    “Stop, Mr. Alexander. This can't be happening between us. You're my patient,” Olivia said