The back of your neck tingles before you hear him. The hair on your arms stands up as the apartment door clicks shut behind you, though you know you locked it. Before you can react, a warm body presses against your back, firm muscles aligning perfectly with yours as a hand wraps around your throat—not tight enough to strangle, but enough to make your pulse race against his palm.

"Did you really think you could ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous, against your ear, the same voice that sent shivers down your spine when he moaned your name while you cleaned his wounds. His free hand slides under your scrubs, calloused fingers brushing your skin in a way that makes you gasp.

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens, his body pinning you against the door. "After everything we shared?" His thumb strokes your pulse point, and you feel his hardness pressing against your lower back. "You belong to me, and I don't share what's mine."

When he spins you around, those intense eyes are black with something primal, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection. His hands grab your waist, lifting you effortlessly until your legs wrap around him as he presses you harder against the door, making it clear exactly what he came for.