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“Sleep well?”
“Mhm.” Clara rocks back onto her heels, does a final check of the glass front, then closes the oven. She pulls off the rubber gloves and carefully drapes them in the supply bucket, smooths down her uniform, then heads to the fridge.
I watch her grab a tumbler, take a long sip, then put it back and return to her work. And even though she’s facing me during her short break, not once does she look up at me.
It’s starting to feel more than a little insulting. Especially after she practically went hoarse screaming my name last night.
“Something on your mind?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
Clara offers a small smile with her eyes locked downcast. “Doing great. You?”
“Can’t complain.”
Actually, yes, I can. And I’m going to. Because I’m a selfish bastard who wants what he wants and gets what he wants and right now, I want her to fuckinglook at me.
I hear her suck in a sharp breath when I cage her in at the kitchen island. She’s just turned to grab something from the cleaning bucket and I make my move so she’s got nowhere to slink off to. My hips press hers against the drawers.
And, God help me, I can’t resist wrapping my arms around her waist. It’s too fucking intimate but damn it all, it’s what I want right now.
It’s what I seem to be wanting a lot lately.
I bury my face in her hair and breathe her in.Fuck, she took a shower and her wild waves give me a hit of my own scent. My arms tighten around her out of sheer instinct and my fingers can’t help but flex and stroke her soft curves where they rest.
Clara sucks in a shivering breath. “I thought…”
“I know.” I can’t fault her for it. I was pretty damn clear when I left her alone in that laundry room after fucking her brains out. “I’m not supposed to want you. But fuck, Clara, you make it impossible.”
I feel her swallow back a whimpering moan when I move my mouth to press a kiss over her racing pulse. At the same time, I slide a hand down and under her uniform, under the waistband of her panties. If I can’t shake her, I’m sure as hell not going to let her shake me.
“You said it was a one-time thing,” she whispers in protest.
“I did.” I press my teeth to her skin, just enough for her to feel it, as my fingers find her slit.Fuck yes,she’s already damp for me. “I lied.”
“But—”
“Tell me it wasn’t good. Tell me it wasn’t fucking incredible. Tell me you’re not addicted.” Beneath my fingertips, I feel her going from damp to dripping in a matter of seconds. “You can’t. And neither can I.”
“Dem—”
“Clara.” I know I sound possessive when I growl her name. Protective.Mine. “I want you. In my bed. Every fucking night and every fucking morning so I can make you scream my name.”
She shivers and I feel the effect my words have on my fingers. I tease her opening and, when she rocks against my hand, I’m so tempted to plunge inside her. But I hold out, just long enough to really make her beg for it.
I want her to.
I need her to.
Because goddamn, hearing her beg for me is a fuckinghigh.
“That’s…suchabadidea…” Her words come out rushed and breathless, with no pauses in between.
“Of course it is. But I want it anyway. And I always get what I want.” I swipe my thumb over her clit just to underline the truth of that statement, and she bites her plump bottom lip with a whimper. “Tell me whatyouwant, Clara.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “You. Fuck, Demyen. I want you.”
I turn her face and capture her lips with mine. I want to taste her gasp, her moan, when I push my fingers inside her. She’s so sweet and I can’t get enough of the way her tongue flicks along my own while she’s taking me. My fingers or tongue or dick, it doesn’t matter which—she takes me so well.
One hand buried between her legs, the other tangled in her messy bun, I have her right where I want her. In my arms, melting into me. Gasping, whimpering, trembling.
