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„Upstairs, now,” I say, holding the kittens against my chest as I nod toward the stairs behind my back.
„But—”
„Now!” I roar, louder than intended.
She pouts at me, and looks a bit lost, before she finally obeys my command and walks around me toward the stairs.
I’m closely behind her, trying to control the kittens in my hands, as I follow her upstairs. Her delicate little ass is right before me, and I’m sure she’s swaying her hips for my benefit. What a torturous tease she is.
But she can never know how much I love this.
She’s moving slowly, taking her sweet time to climb back up to the first floor, while I’m struggling more and more to keep the kittens contained. They’re trying to wriggle out of my grip, but I don’t want to lose hold of them before we’re upstairs.
I almost let out a sigh of relief, when she finally reaches the first floor and makes her way toward the door, just like I told her to. We’re greeted by Zeta and Pi, who has finally dared to venture out of the box, and is now clinging on to her mother as she curiously comes my way. She’s meowing and the kittens are now more than eager to be let go, but I don’t want to let go of them just yet, before—
„Fuck!” I cry out, as one of their tiny claws flies up to my face, missing it just by an inch before it digs into the sensitive skin right above my collarbone.
The pain is short-lived but intense enough for me to lose my grip on the kittens, and they both jump down to the floor as I involuntarily let go of them.
I watch as the kittens happily toddle to their mother, who escorts them into the living room. But just as I’m about to follow to keep them away from my furniture, I hear an amused giggle coming from my right.
I turn to find Claire grinning at me, as she tilts her head to the side.
„Did the tiny kitten hurt the big man?” she asks playfully.
She winks at me, and a part of me wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but I manage to contain myself and merely release an annoyed huff.
„It’s time for you to leave,” I say.
But when I’m about to walk over to the door to open it for her, she holds me back by placing herself right in front of me.
„Did he get you? You might have to clean the wound if it’s deep. Let me see,” she says, and I freeze when she lifts herself up on her toes and reaches for my collar. She gently pushes it aside and examines the scratch on my collarbone.
I don’t know why, but I let her do it. Instead of pushing her away, like I should, I just stand there, turned into a pillar of salt and unable to do anything about it.
I like it. I like having her this close to me. And I like the look of concern on her pretty face, the tender sensation of her fingertips following the outline of my collarbone, her warm breath dancing across my skin, while her sweet scent envelops me.
„Claire, please….” I breathe, sounding as desperate as I am. „Please leave, before I lose control.”
I shouldn’t have said that. I realize that right away when I look at her pretty face, and the way she smirks at me. She leans in closer, and I do nothing to stop it. I should push her away, but I can’t.
Because she’s right. I want her. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. It’s a fiery desire that’s been killing me from the inside, ever since I found out who she was.
She gets up on her toes again, slowly, as if she’s moving in slow motion, which only makes it worse. The tip of her finger trails along the burning scratch on my skin, while she gets back up on her toes to bring her luscious lips closer to my ear.
„Lose control with me then, Professor Jones,” she breathes into my ear.
„Stop calling me that,” I hiss as I reach up for her hand.
My fingers snake around her wrist and her eyes widen in a blend of fear and excitement. It was my intention to yank her hand away and drag her over to the door before finally forcing her out of my house.
But that plan is gone the moment I touch her.
Instead of getting rid of her like I should, I pull her closer, wrapping my other arm around her slender body before I let go of her wrist with the other and place it at the back of her head. Her lips curve into a smile when I close my hand around a fistful of hair and yank her head back, which causes her lips to part for me, inviting me in.
My lips crash onto hers, and it doesn’t take more than a second for our tongues to find each other and intertwine in a forbidden dance.
Chapter 17
