Chapter 22

One minute, I'm working on a new timeline for a pain in the ass client who wants to move their launch up three months, and the next, Clara is kissing me.

I'm absolutely not complaining, but I'm not sure how we got here.

It's clear she's spooked about something that happened at the hospital, but she's also damn articulate.

She poured her heart out so well I'm having a hard time trying to stop her from doing what I think she's trying to do.

I'm not enough of an asshole to be okay with sex under duress, but Clara seems really damn sure of herself right now, and the way her tongue slides across my own has me instantly hard.

Pulling back just a moment, I take her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me again.

"All right, doc." I sigh. "I hope you know how hard this is, but I'm just going to ask one more time. To be totally certain. You want to sleep together?"

Her beautiful green eyes are already hazy with lust, and she nips at my lip as she answers.

"Yes. I really fucking do. And that's a first for me."

My brain comes to a screeching halt, and I slide out of my chair. "Wait, wait, wait."

Walking Clara over to the couch, I kneel in front of her like I did the other night, and to think straight, I have to fight against the images of her perfect fucking tits.

As I look up at her, Clara's cheeks are getting pinker by the second, and I can see she realizes what she just said.

"A first for you?" I cock a brow, needing to close my eyes to steady myself.

"Um, yeah." I flick my eyes back up at her, and Clara"s delicious lips are all puffy from kissing. "I've never…I'm a virgin. I never wanted to before, well, before you."

Words cannot describe the incredible array of thoughts and emotions that swirl through my head as I process the fact that Clara, the sexiest damn woman I've ever seen, is a fucking virgin.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The words come out before I can stop them, and Clara frowns.

"No, not like that." I shake my head, reaching up to plant a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm just shocked that someone hasn't gotten you to do it before. I mean, look at you. Who wouldn't want to lose themselves to all this?"

A slow smile spreads across her lips. "It's not that people haven't tried, Luke. I just didn't let them. Didn't want it. I do now. With you."

My heart is ready to pound itself right out of my chest.

"Do you have any idea how fucking flattering that is?"

Clara laughs, and that lilting melody has me crawling up her body and pinning her beneath me on the couch.

"I think I do."

She rolls her hips against mine, her pelvis brushing against my erection.

"Fucking hell, sweetness. I'm going to lose my damn mind here." I kiss down her neck, going for the hem of her scrubs top. "You're really sure? I'm not exactly prepared, either. I don't have a condom."

Leaning up, she pulls me down for another kiss, her tongue mischievously dancing across mine before teasing my lips.

"Yes. I'm sure. I also…" Her eyes close briefly. "Can't get pregnant. Please, Luke."

I'm fucking reeling at her begging, and I pull her shirt over her head, revealing those perky little tits waiting for me behind a much silkier bra.

"Anything for you, darlin'."

She smiles, and then I'm kissing down her chest, seeking out her plump nipple to give it a good, hard suck.

Arching against me, I slide my hands to her hips, finding the top of her pants to pull them down.

I'm damn ravenous for her, and as much as a part of me wants to take it slow, I'm just too desperate to sheathe myself in her tight pussy.

Clara's nipple comes out of my mouth with a loud pop as I move to throw her pants onto the floor.

She follows me up afterward, her hands going to my shirt as I work on my belt.

In a handful of seconds, I've stripped down to my boxers, and Clara is blissfully naked in front of me.

There's something about seeing her completely without clothes, not just the little bits of her revealed behind the fabric.

"Damn, sweetness. You're fucking gorgeous."

That amazing blush fills her cheeks, and I thread my fingers between my boxers and skin.

"Still a yes?"

She nods with a huge smile. "Can I…can I taste you?"

I groan and my cock twitches, and I yank the fucking fabric away in a flash.

"You can do anything you want to me, baby."

Clara's eyes go wide as she looks down at me, and I can't help the smirk.

"Do you approve?" I sidle up to her, kissing before I pull her up off the couch to exchange places with her.

She settles between my legs, her expression still a bit bewildered as she looks at me.

"I do. I just…" She breaks the stare to give me the most adorable grin. "You put a lot of guys to shame, Luke."

"You say the nicest things, sweetness."

We're both able to laugh a bit, and it eases the nervous energy I can feel coming off her.

I can tell Clara has at least done this part because she grips the base of my dick confidently, rolling her hand up and down before wrapping her lips around the head.

A moan slides free, and I grip the couch cushions as my head falls back.

"Oh, fuck, darlin'. That's perfect."

Clara hums against my shaft as she glides her hands along my length in tandem. Her tongue drags up the underside of my erection.

When she reaches the tip, she finds the small opening that's leaking and toys with me in a way that has my hips flexing as I fight against thrusting into her mouth.

Clearly on to me, Clara lifts her mouth away, smiling as she sucks on the base where my pulse pounds through me before speaking up.

"Don't hold back, Luke. I want you. I just…" She chews on her lip with a grin as she grips me, "Might not be able to last long. You're going to test my limits."

That teasing grin of hers is all playful innocence, and I absolutely lose it. I have to have those full lips stretched around my cock.

I thread my fingers through her hair, matching eyes with Clara so I can see any cues she offers, and then I slide myself home across her tongue.

Reaching deep into her throat, I fill her up, that mouth of hers working to accommodate me.

It's too fucking sexy a sight, and I only last about five or six thrusts, going wild at the sound of fucking her mouth, before I stop, desperate for her pussy.

Moving off the couch to kneel on the floor over Clara, I shove her legs open, reaching for her with my fingers.

"I need you to be a good girl and come around my fingers, sweetness. It'll make it easier."

Shoving two deep between her folds, I'm beyond thrilled when I feel how wet Clara is.

"Oh, fuck, Luke. Yes." The words are hungry whispers as I stroke back and forth, rubbing my thumb over her clit.

Her legs tremble as I work her, finding her G-spot as I continue to tease that bundle of nerves beneath my thumb.

Clara's pussy flutters around me as she gets closer to climax, more delicious warmth flooding around my fingers.

Her hands go to my arm, her nails digging into the flesh, and her head falls back. Just as she's crying out, I pinch one of her pretty nipples with my free hand.

"Fuck!"

"That's my girl. Come for me."

My hand is covered in her release when I pull it back. I smooth it across my shaft, lining it up with her entrance.

When her somewhat delirious eyes hit mine, I raise my brows and ask again. "Still yes?"

Clara grabs my hips and yanks me forward. I drive into her, my cock bottoming out, and she screams with a smile as I claim her virginity.

"Holy shit, baby." I slowly begin to rock my hips, her pussy clamping down around me like I belong there. "You're so fucking tight. So good, you're doing so fucking good, darlin'."

"Luke." Clara's fingers dig into my hips, zings of pain lighting up my spine as she squeezes with everything she has. "It's…oh God."

Supporting my weight with one hand, I stroke down her cheek with the other.

"You good, darlin'? I can stop if you?—"

"Don't you dare."

Clara's legs lock around my hips, and she meets my thrusts with her own. Any remaining tension in her body melts away as it opens up to the pleasure.

As it does, the burn in my shaft doubles down, and I pick up a faster rhythm on instinct.

I'm so hungry for her, and the feeling of Clara's exquisite body clamping down around me is so fucking good.

Our pace quickens, Clara's moans echoing through my penthouse, and I give it to her harder.

"Yes, yes! All of it, Luke. I want all of it."

I slide an arm under her back, pulling Clara up toward me as I continue to fuck her.

"Anything for you, baby."

Crashing my lips against hers, I thrust hard and fast. She welcomes it, grinding her pussy against me.

My arm wants to shake from the strain of holding her while the other is taking my weight.

I'm still not in peak condition, but I won't let the pain slow me down.

I lose myself to the feeling of fucking this incredible woman, and as Clara pulses around me, another climax taking her, I fly into my own release.

"Oh, shit. How?—"

But her words are cut off as I thrust in as far as I can.

Blinding ecstasy rakes over me, and I empty myself into Clara's tight pussy.

Our frenzied breaths are the only sound for a long while.

Eventually, we flop down to the soft carpet and lie there, staring up at the ceiling.

I look over at her next to me. "How what, sweetness? What were you going to say?"

She laughs, leaning up onto her elbow. "You got…thicker?"

Barking out my own laugh, I smooth a hand down her cheek.

"Yeah, that's part of me coming."

A gorgeous blush fills her cheeks. "Oh, yeah. Okay. That makes sense with, um, what I do know. I guess it's just different feeling it for real."

I nod at her, leaving the space open for her to continue.

"That was…fuck, Luke. The experience is so different from the fantasy. Better. I…it's like I can still feel you. I'm sore, and it was very overwhelming, but it wasn't bad at all. Not in the slightest."

"Well—" I pull her close, kissing her "—I'm glad to hear that, doc."