“Yes, ma'am. Thoroughly. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk and there's no way you won't be pregnant.”
My chest lurched. “I—I'm not ovulating right now.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Relief spread from the center of my chest to every nerve ending I possessed. Why did I care that he mentioned getting me pregnant? That was the goal, after all. But it was also a stark reminder that I had to let him go once I got what I wanted. Didn't I? I'd convinced myself all his pretty words about wanting more were simply him talking without thinking. But even though I'd tried to brush it off, they'd had an effect. They'd planted the seed of possibility in my heart. That damn thing had grown roots without me even knowing.
“Let me love you tonight, Clara. Let me love you like I should've been loving you the last two years.”
Well, when he talked like that, how could I resist him? I wasn't immune to his charms, never had been. Could I really have more with Maverick? Was everything he promised really up for grabs? Because a life with him, like this, was worth putting my heart on the line for.
I didn't say anything. I just looked into his eyes and nodded.
Maverick
Clara shivered in her wet clothes. The thin cotton top she wore was see-through, revealing a hot pink bra underneath. Had she worn that for me? The thought did things to me. Serious things.
“You cold, baby?”
“Yes? No? I'm not sure. I think I'm a little . . .”
“Nervous?”
Her gaze flitted down to the floor. “I don't know why. I shouldn't be. It's not like you haven't had me under you before.”
“You know what I haven't had?”
I slipped my fingers under the hem of her shirt, running them along the skin of her soft belly. “What's that?”
“You on top of me.”
She bit her lower lip. “That sounds like a challenge, Wilde.”
My fingers gripped her waist, tugging her against me hard. “Oh, it absolutely is, darlin’. One hundred percent. I saw you ride that mechanical bull. I want a turn.”
“You know we shouldn't be doing this. It's not part of the plan.”
Her and her goddamned plan. “Fuck. The. Plan.”
I kissed her hard, walking her backward and into the bathroom. I helped her out of her shirt first, tossing the fabric onto the tile floor with a wet smack. Then I peeled her jeans down her hips, both of us laughing when I reached her boots and had to stop so we could work together to take them off her. But then she stood before me, in nothing but hot pink panties and a matching bra.
“Fuck, darlin', I love you in lace.”
“Why are we in your bathroom and not your bed?”
I jutted my chin toward the large egg-shaped tub. “I'm keeping you with me all damn night. This is me wooing you. So get naked, and we're gonna do some romance novel shit.”
She laughed. “The way I see it, you're the one who needs to get naked. I'm already almost there.”
I tore my shirt off, dropping it to the tile as I slipped my boots from my feet and then removed my pants. I stood in front of her, baring my body and my soul in the bright light that surrounded us. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra before letting the lace fall to the floor. Fuck, she was . . . Clara Barnes was everything I wanted.
“You're so fucking pretty, baby.”
She reached out and trailed her fingertips over the designs etched into my chest and shoulder. “So are you. A work of art. How bad did this hurt?”
“It wasn't so bad,” I said, grasping her hand and directing her touch to the spot on the underside of my bicep. “Until we got here. That hurt like a sonofabitch. It had me shaking and sweating.”
Her gaze was trained on the intricate ink pattern, fingers following the lines and curves, up and over my shoulder, back to where the tattoo covered my pec. Then she circled my nipple and grinned. “I really like it.”
“My tattoo?”
“Yes. It's sexy.”
I reached out and grabbed her by the nape. “I really like this.”
My lips found hers, and soon we were a blend of harsh gasps as desire took the reins. Thunder damn near shook the house, but we didn't care. We had each other to ride out the storm with.
I broke away from her so I could start the bath and grinned at the candles positioned strategically around the tub. I had never used anything other than the shower in this bathroom. Once upon a time, a decorator had come in to make it a home rather than a show house for a real estate agent. At the time, I'd thought it was ridiculous, but now I was thanking my lucky stars for every little touch.
Pouring a liberal amount of bubble bath in the water, I took a deep breath, loving the scent of lavender and vanilla that wafted in a warm cloud of steam.
“A bath?” she asked, eyebrows raised as she assessed me. “Really?”
“Aren't you cold?”
“Are you getting in with me?”
Shrugging, I threaded our fingers and pulled her toward the filling tub. “I'm naked, aren't I?”
“It sure looks like it to me.” She ran her palm down my abs, stopping when she reached the trail of hair leading from my belly button to my straining cock. “I am a doctor, you know. Maybe I need to examine you.”
“I saw this in a porn once. Maybe twice.”
Her soft giggle was so fucking sexy. “Only once or twice?”
“Maybe more. I don't keep count. God, keep doing that,” I murmured, the last leaving me on a groan because she'd taken my length into her hand and stroked slowly.
“This?” she asked, all innocence and sweetness. Then with her other hand, she massaged my balls, gripping me and sending sparks shooting through me. “Mr. Wilde, I think I need to give you a more thorough exam.”
“By all means, doctor.”
She slid to her knees, the sight of her at my feet waking up every primal instinct I had. Then the woman licked my crown as she gazed up at me. Fucking hell, I was so glad we weren't trying for a baby right now because I wouldn't last more than a few seconds once she wrapped those full lips around me.
“Clara,” I warned. “Don't tease me, darlin'.”
Her light laugh filled the air around us as she opened her mouth and took me in, the wet heat of her intense and perfect. The only place I belonged was inside her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Wherever she wanted me.
“Fuuuck me,” I groaned.
She hummed in response, small vibrations only adding to the desperate need for release I was fighting. I reached down and threaded my fingers in her hair, forcing myself not to thrust and accidentally choke her on my cock. Her eyes watered as she rolled her tongue against my tip, her palm shuttling up and down in time with the bobs of her head. She didn't want to miss any of what she couldn't take into her mouth.
I was close. Really fucking close. She trailed her fingers along the crack of my ass, the sensation foreign and ridiculously hot. I bucked, thrusting without realizing it, but she didn't flinch. She doubled down, sucking me until I shook, until my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. White-hot pleasure curled my toes, and I held her head as I came down her throat.