Her eyes narrowed. “You didn’t finish the other night?”
He shrugged. “I left a few assignments, like math.”
My father was a financial genius. Many of my brothers worked on Wall Street. I swallowed. “Why did you skip the math?”
He stood. “Because it’s easy. It’s the other stuff that’s hard.”
“If you need help, just ask,” I said.
Clarissa froze, and in that moment, I couldn’t read her.
Sam left, and I quickly finished my tea. As I gazed at Clarissa, I wanted to kiss her and thank her for everything she’d given me. We listened to Sam’s footsteps as he went upstairs, then I asked, “Can we talk?”
She finished her drink and nodded but avoided my gaze as she stood. “Let’s go in the library and close the door.”
She walked stiffly, like she was heading for her own execution. When we were inside the library, I said, “So, last night—”
"Let's not talk about it." She faced the window.
I tucked my hands in my pockets. “You were in my dreams last night.”
She faced me and blushed. “I… okay, we can talk. No one has ever kissed me like you do.”
Her innocent and sweet answer struck me. I came beside her. “I’m trying hard not to push you.”
She sucked on her bottom lip. “I don’t mean to upset you, Elon.”
I wanted to bury myself inside her. The reaction was hard and fast, but I held back. “You’re not. I’m going to wait for whatever you want to happen between us.”
Tears formed in her eyes. “I don’t know what I want.”
I went to hug her and tell her everything was okay, but the second I touched her, sparks ignited inside me. It wasn’t just physical. The need to have her was overwhelming and intense.
She pressed her lips to mine, and I held her.
Last night, our kiss had been shocking, but now I was full of desire.
And having her body against mine set me off.
She met my gaze between kisses and moved my hand. For one second, I thought she’d break our connection, but she lifted her T-shirt and had me cup her breast.
Fuck. The ache inside me grew. She was perfect, and I somehow needed to get myself under control to ensure I only did as she wanted.
She tugged at her shirt, and I helped her get it off.
Her kisses grew hotter as she unfastened her bra. Adrenaline raced through me, and then I saw those pink nipples of hers.
They seemed bigger, and I knew immediately that she’d breastfed Sam.
I’d wished I’d seen that. I traced her nipples with a finger, and they puckered beautifully. A rush of desire raced through me, and I leaned down to taste her. She curled her fingers in my short hair and said, “Yes.”
My heart whispered that she was into this. I reached down to her pants, and she unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor.
The only barriers we had were her panties—and me wanting her to be entirely satisfied.
My heart pounded as my fingers dipped under her cotton briefs and found her folds.
I needed my cock to be inside her, but I had to test her first. My fingers easily slipped inside her, and she moaned. I moved my fingers quickly, and she said, “Please.”
