Chapter 14

"Fucking hell."

Standing alone in my living room—again—my cock is dying to get out and give the good doc a bit of medicine only I can dole out.

The thought is so vulgar, my need so damn great, I decide Clara is right. Now's the perfect time for a shower.

I turn on my heel, heading for the bath in my room, and all I can do is shake my head.

"You're pushing your luck, asshole."

And I know I am. Saying it out loud doesn't help as much as I'd like.

There's something about that delicious blush she wears when she gets worked up, though, that has me chomping at the bit to bring it out as much as possible.

I've never felt that way about anyone else before, and the absolute evil joy I get from riling her up is just getting worse the more time I spend with her.

Ugh, you are the fucking worst, Luke.

Hurrying down the hall like my ass is on fire, I rush into my bathroom and flick on the water.

I know I should be careful about getting my bandages wet, but I'm not really going in there to "get clean."

Pulling off my pajama pants, my dick springs up. While the cool air is a bit of a shock, I know the erection is not going anywhere unless I deal with it.

With a careful step inside to the slippery floor, I let the spray rain over my head to try and cool me off.

It's not fucking working.

Leaning back, I pull my head up from beneath the water, shaking my hair to get rid of some of the wetness.

I haven't soaked my bandages too much, and I can always ask Clara for help with some new ones.

Even just that thought of Clara is enough to make my blood start buzzing, imagining the water of her own shower gracefully sliding over her skin, causing my dick to jump.

So, I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft and begin to stroke upward.

This is better than having a hard-on around her. It'll keep me sane.

I'm well aware I'm trying to make myself feel better, but it doesn't really matter as I begin to work my slick length.

Dripping precum already, I roll my hand around the head of my cock while I reach down and squeeze my balls with the other.

I need that lick of pain to ensure I'm not just edging myself, and in seconds, I'm fucking into my hand, wishing it was Clara's tight pussy.

Seeing her behind my closed lids, I picture licking the droplets off those perky nipples of hers, following them down the slight curves of her body.

I fantasize about her pleasuring herself in there, her fingers working her pussy as she leans against the wall, just like I am.

My cock twitches in my grip, wanting Clara so damn badly.

Rolling down to the base, I squeeze tight, doing the same to my sack.

I groan to no one as I feel the pulse pounding in my shaft.

When I thrust again, I pretend it's into Clara's slick folds. I imagine I'm sinking into her up to the hilt and rocking the head against her G-spot.

I love her strength, the way she's not afraid to admit this entire situation is fucked.

That sharp sense of humor, her smile, every bit of Clara is irresistible.

And I really want to taste her. I want to fuck her until neither of us remember our names.

Burning courses through my veins as my orgasm approaches. It's in that moment, the moment where a single wrong move could kill everything and leave me beyond frustrated, that I imagine coating those sweet little peaks of hers with my come.

I lose it, soaring off the edge.

"Fucking hell, Clara."

The words are a whisper as I shoot jets of my seed onto the shower wall in a feverish stream. It takes all my strength, and I pump my hand to milk every last drop.

I'm damn exhausted now, and I pull down the sprayer to rinse off my cock, my hand, and of course, the wall I've just decorated instead of Clara's tight body.

But it's something. It's better than what it was.

"Okay, get some food."

Stepping out of the shower, I snag a towel and rub it across myself before wrapping it around my waist.

I'll definitely need help with new bandages, but for now, I'm content to just stay shirtless and let the injury dry.

I swipe a hand across the foggy mirror, taking a look at myself.

Sure, I'm still fighting the signs of lingering fatigue, but I'm much better than I was earlier.

At least, less desperately horny.

I'm not sure what Clara will be up to since she's got some time off, so I just pad out into the kitchen, waiting to decide what to eat once I've determined what I have on hand.

The lights are still on when I get out there, which makes me think Clara must've gone into the kitchen earlier, deactivating the trigger to shut them out when the smart sensors don't detect anyone in the room.

Rounding the island to search the fridge, I'm nearly there when all of a sudden, there's a body standing up from a crouch and crashing right into me.

"Oof!"

Clara stands up straighter, and when I can finally look at her after catching my balance, I notice we're sporting the same outfits.

"Well, hello there," I smirk down at her. "I can't believe you wore the same thing as me to this party. Rude."

She looks up at me in shock, her eyebrows at her hairline as she clutches the towel wrapped around her chest.

I can already see the pink rising in her cheeks, and despite the shower, my dick jerks slightly.

"I just…I wanted a drink." Clara's eyes flick between my chest and the floor. "You don't…um…"

Cocking a brow, I can't stop myself from leaning just a hair closer, gripping the towel at my hip and hooking my thumb underneath the fabric.

"Don't have what, doc?"

She stares up at me, her mouth slightly parted, and I watch the way her chest rises and falls somewhat quickly as she breathes.

"I didn't want, um, alcohol. I was looking for, like, a seltzer water or soda or something."

Clara isn't wrong. I don't have much in the house by way of nonalcoholic beverages.

In truth, I haven't done much shopping in a while, usually just eating at the office or out and about.

And alcohol is basically the only thing I know I have to have.

"Ahh, right. Okay, well." I lean over Clara, reaching for the fridge and cracking it open to reveal a bunch of nothing. "How about I order us some food and drinks?"

"Uh." She swallows noticeably hard as she nods her head lightly. "Sure, but I do need to um…"

Raking my eyes over her body, I grin at her.

"Go get changed?"

Clara nods more vigorously, holding her towel tighter to her chest. "And I have some case reports I want to look at, too, so you know, don't worry about entertaining me or whatnot."

"But I was going to break out Parcheesi and tell my best jokes."

She actually laughs at that one, lowering her face as she chuckles. When she looks up at me again, our eyes locking, I don't want to let her leave.

I don't want to let her get dressed.

Lewd images of tearing that damn towel off her and bending her over the island bloom in my mind.

I have to force myself to breathe evenly, straining against the molten lust that's bubbling through my veins.

Gripping the towel so hard my hand aches, it takes everything inside me to step back and let her have some room.

She's trying really hard here, Luke. Don't be a dick.

"But of course, doc. Do your studying thing or whatever, and I'll order up. When it's here, I'll just knock. Deal?"

Smiling, she nods at me, but I notice her stare sweeping down to my lips and then lower before Clara snaps herself back into order.

Oh God, please, Clara. Decide you want a different snack, and I'll give it to you every which way from here to fucking Tuesday.

Clara clears her throat. "Uh, yes. Deal. Thank you, Luke. I really do appreciate all your help. And I swear, I'll pay you back."

The comment makes me remember exactly why Clara is here, and I sigh, taking another step away.

She's been through hell, and I can't do this to her. I can't take advantage of the situation.

Right? Right.

"Eh, it's nothing, doc. I've got plenty to share. Like you said."

She laughs at me for a moment, and I have to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep myself level.

"Right. Okay, well, thanks again." Clara walks past me, going around the island toward the hall and back to her room.

"What's your poison, doc?" I call out after her. "Thai, Chinese, sushi, Mexican?"

Spinning around, Clara grins at me, and if I wasn't so very sure she isn't interested, I could swear there's a hint of mischief in that gaze.

"Surprise me. I'm up for a bit of anything."

She turns back around, those hips swaying as she walks back to the other room, and I swear to any powers that be out in the universe, I am not going to make it.

Clara, darlin', you're going to be the death of me.