Page 81 of Dr. Intern

Claire huffs a laugh. “I’m turning into a desperate girl.”

I continue crowding forward, forcing her to retreat until her back hits the edge of the countertop. Her breath catches as my arms lock on either side of her body, caging her in like a trapped animal. The sound of her rasped breathing makes my cock come to life with anticipation.

But I won’t continue until I hear her say it.

I need her to verbalize what she wants.

“Desperate, huh?” I whisper, my voice gruff. The air between us is charged, every breath and movement amplified. “And what exactly are you desperate for?”

“You,” she confesses, her eyes glued to my bare chest instead of my face.I flex my pecs in response.

“You’ve got me right here,” I offer, reaching down and cupping her chin between my fingers. “Is there something else you’re desperate for?”

Her tongue runs over her bottom lip as her eyes meet mine. “Yes.”

“And what might that be?”

Claire swallows hard, her expression flickering between nervousness and boldness. “You know what I want, Beau.”

“Do I?”

Her eyes roll, and I can’t stop my grip on her chin from tightening. She can be such a brat sometimes, and it’s hot as fuck.

I lean in close, my lips just inches from hers. “Tell me what you’re desperate for. I won’t ask again.”

The air seems to crackle between us as Claire takes a deep breath. “Everything. I want everything with you, Beau.”

“Everything, huh?” I tease, sliding the hair off the nape of her neck. “Not sure you can handle everything yet, pretty girl.”

Her eyes flutter closed in frustration as I place my lips on the thin skin of her shoulder. “At least give me something“ she pleads, drawing out the last word as my kisses turn to bites.

I chuckle against her, dropping my hand from her chin to the area I just nipped. Brushing my fingers across the reddened skin, I consider if the rest of her body would change color beneath my lips in the same way.

“How about I give you what you need, and then we can talk about everything.”

Claire responds by leaning into me as I trail deliberate kisses along her collarbone, slowly inching myself closer to her mouth. I have no doubt that she can handle whatever I throw at her, but being able to handle something, and enjoying, it are two different things.And you can bet your ass that I’m going to make sure she enjoys this.

By the time my lips find hers, my cock is straining painfully against my jeans. I try to ignore it, instead focusing on how soft her mouth feels as it presses against mine. Claire practically purrs when I kiss her, my tongue digging into her mouth and drawing out a sound of pure longing. I could kiss her for hours if it meant hearing that beautiful song of desperation the entire time.

Claire’s hands run down my chest, tentatively tracing my muscles like she wants to etch every detail into her memory. Just the sensation of her skin against mine drives me wild, and I can’t resist any longer. My hands find her hips, and I hoist her up in one fluid motion, setting her gently on the counter before me. If she’d made it any lower and started unbuckling my belt, there would be no going back. I would have lost complete control.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, blinking at me with confusion as she tries to catch her breath.

Even though we’re at eye level, it still feels like she’s got the upper hand. It’s fitting—Claire always has the upper hand when it comes to me.

“Nothing,” I reply softly as I run my hands along her thighs. “Just checking in before—”

She interrupts. “Before what?”

“Before we go any further.”

I’ve never been this hesitant with a woman. Normally I’m dominant as hell in bed, controlling everything from the pace of penetration, to the number of orgasms my partner has. But I don’t want to fuck things up with Claire, and I’m terrified that if I let loose completely, she won’t like it. Or that she’ll like it too much. Or that the second I’m inside her, I’m not ever going to want to be anywhere else.

Her bony hands land on top of mine, instantly calming my concerns. “You want me to be more vocal with my feelings?”

“Of course,” I reply, not sure where she’s going with her question.

“Well then I give you full consent to do whatever you want to my body. If I need you to stop, I promise I’ll tell you. I belong to you, Beau, and that means that I fully trust you to give me what I need. And right now, you’re not doing that. So snap out of it.”

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