Chapter 20

I know I shouldn't be doing this, kissing Clara like she belongs to me. But I don't give a damn.

I'm sick of pretending this woman, this fucking incredible woman, isn't sinking into the very core of my being.

She's been all I can think about for days, and keeping her safe has been my number one priority since the moment I saw her threatened.

God, she's not any of that. She's not just a responsibility or a hookup. She's something else, and I can't truly bring myself to admit what, but…

I continue to not care.

I caress every inch of her mouth with my own, exploring her like I need to take note of the intimate details of what she feels like.

God, she tastes like heaven and sin, all at once.

Playfully nipping at her bottom lip, I pull back just enough to get a peek at her kiss-swollen lips, and she moans. The sound causes my dick to twitch in my jeans.

Damn, that's the best sound in the fucking world.

"Luke, I?—"

When she starts to pull back, I wrap my arms around her slim waist, pulling her closer.

"Don't you dare, darlin'. I need every bit of you right the fuck here."

I glance up, taking in the combination of lust and apprehension in her eyes.

"But I promise to leave it there. Just you tonight. Let me make you feel good. Safe."

That control of hers falters as I say the words, and I dive back into kissing her.

I mean every damn word.

If this has to be only about pleasuring her, preferably until she's screaming my name, I am more than happy to oblige.

Clara's tongue swirls with mine, and I lace my fingers through her hair as I rise up onto my knees.

Her hands come to my sides. For a second, there is a flash of discomfort, but I shrug it off.

Nothing can stop me from enjoying this, even a little pain.

Leaning her back onto the couch, I angle myself between Clara's legs, and images of driving my cock deep inside her make my desperate shaft swell.

Not yet. She'll run. Just about her. Just her…for now.

I'm kneeling above her now, and Clara is resting her weight on her elbows as we hold the kiss.

My mouth is needed other places, however.

"Lie back, sweetness."

Clara's eyes flick between mine and start to close, and I take her chin.

"What? Talk to me."

She looks up, her green eyes glowing with arousal.

"I just…" Clara chuckles gently. "I'm…not exactly experienced with all this. I'm still supposed to be working for you. That's?—"

I put a finger to her lips. "Forget all that. This is just about me making you feel good, darlin'. Please. If I don't get a taste of your delectable body, I'm going to lose my damn mind."

A blush creeps up her cheeks, and Clara's lips part on a nervous smile. She doesn't speak, but she lies back against the couch and offers a subtle nod.

"There's my girl."

We both nearly trip up as the words leave me, but I refocus us as I grip the hem of Clara's shirt and start working it up her stomach.

She arches, giving me room to pull it up over her chest. She takes it from there to get it over her head.

The thin bralette she's wearing is little more than a scrap of fabric, and I sink down, pulling the silky fabric away from her breast.

"Oh, fuck, sweetness." I smooth my thumb over her full, hard nipple. "I've been fucking dreaming of these."

Pinching the other one as I slide my hand beneath the fabric, I smile as Clara moans.

Clara's perky nipple—bared and desperate for me—is so erect, standing out from her small breast like a damn cherry on a sundae.

And I've got to have a lick.

Hovering my lips above the pebbled bud, I tease the skin with my tongue, and Clara rewards me with a pained hiss.

"Yeah, darlin'? Are these sensitive?"

Licking over her, I leave a thin trail of saliva that I blow across. It chills her skin, and Clara's fingers are suddenly in my hair, tugging on the roots.

"Yes! Christ, Luke!"

I chuckle against her skin, pulling Clara's nipple in between my lips. She arches up into my mouth, and I drag my tongue in circles around it.

God, I love playing with them. They're quite possibly one of my favorite things about her. These tantalizing buds against her slight curves.

Teasing her with my teeth, I worship her nipple. I don't stop until she's mewling, her grip on my hair unforgiving.

Even then, I have to bite the perfect bud once more before I sink down lower, dancing my lips across her stomach toward the hem of her pants.

When I arrive, I grip the top of the scrubs and yank them down her shapely legs. Clara gasps, but she doesn't pump the brakes, just staring down at me with lidded eyes.

I glance down at her, smirking a little. I'm not sure what I was expecting in terms of underwear, but the galaxy-printed boy shorts weren't it.

As I smile up at her, Clara"s cheeks are a subtle pink, and she shakes her head.

"Well, it's not like I was expecting this to happen."

"Oh, hush." I hook my arms around the back of her legs so I can open her up. "I'm busy."

I resume my mission by smoothing my lips across her inner thigh, toying with the edges of the boy shorts with my thumbs.

I'm inches away from touching her, and the way she squirms against me, her body calling out for more, is so damn delicious.

Dipping a finger beneath the fabric, I moan as I kiss Clara's smooth skin. She's so wet for me.

As I rub up and down her slit, Clara arches off the couch again, and I put a hand on the flat of her stomach, gently holding her in place.

I kiss my way to her panties, caressing her over the fabric as my thumb plays with her beneath it.

"Luke!"

My heart pounds as I light up from the inside. I love hearing Clara scream my name.

"So good, baby. So damn good." I inch my hand back to pull the fabric of her panties aside, revealing her glistening skin. "I want the whole building to hear you."

I dive in, stroking my tongue between her folds and finding her clit. Clara cries out, her hands going to my head again.

As I swirl my tongue around her, I hold Clara close to my face, my hips instinctively rocking against the couch.

Probing at her entrance, I dip inside before sliding back out and circling her clit. Clara's legs tremble in my grip, and I suck her into my mouth, humming.

"Holy shit." Clara sounds drunk, and damn if that doesn't make my chest puff up with pride.

I could spend my life between Clara's legs and never get enough. She's so responsive and damn sexy.

"That's so good, baby. I want to feel you come. Can you do that for me?"

Looking up from between her thighs, I watch with glee as she struggles to lift her head up, breathlessly grinning.

"If you keep that up, I think I'll be able to fucking fly."

Chuckling, I get back to work, and this time, I slip my fingers inside her as I tongue her clit.

"Fuck!"

She clamps around my fingers, and damn, she's so tight. My mind starts whirling from the possibilities, but I have zero time for that.

Hooking my fingers up into her G-spot, I stroke against the sensitive nerves as I suck her clit between my lips again.

Clara rocks her hips against my face, and I mirror her thrusts with my fingers—and the desperate erection that's grinding against my zipper.

As I find a particular spot that makes Clara tremble, I flick my tongue up and down over that needy bud, and she freezes in place.

A quick glance up shows me her mouth is wide in a silent scream, and then the grip on my hair pulls hard.

That's my girl. All fucking mine.

A moment later, Clara flutters around my tongue and fingers as she cries out, the orgasm taking over her body.

I keep fucking her with my fingers until she stills, lapping up her shuddering climax.

Everything slows down, and I slip back from her, catching my breath as hers heaves in her chest.

"Damn, you look beautiful like this."

Clara laughs as she cracks as eyelid. "Half naked?"

"Spent. Satisfied. Because of me."

She chews on the side of her lip, her stare going to the floor as she fights a grin.

I help her to get covered back up after a moment, and then she's in my arms, just lying against me on the couch.

"What about you?"

Looking down at her as she leans against my chest, I smile. "Trust me, darlin', I'm good."

"That you are, Luke. That you are."

We both laugh at that one, and I reach for the remote on the coffee table. Flicking on the many movie options I have, I squeeze her tight.

"So, how about a movie? I'll make popcorn in a minute."

She stills. "Luke, what about?—"

"We'll trust everything to the police, and I'll step up security. I promise you, Clara. I got you."

She smiles, and I press play on Die Hard.