Page 65 of Cluelessly Yours

I stare at her in rapt attention, watching as a hint of a blush forms on her cheeks. She glances down at her shoes and digs her bottom teeth into her lip before she brings her gaze back to mine.

“You know, you’re kind of beautiful too, Dr. Philips.”

I scoff. Sammy points one index finger at me before heading over to the bed and sitting down. “Women basically fawn over you. The cashier in the cafeteria nearly had to wipe drool off her face when you were paying for our lunch, and more than once, I’ve found myself admiring you from a distance before I even realized it was you.”

I shake my head.

“But the thing that makes you really beautiful is the gentle way you care about people. Brooke and me and my kids and your sister and your friends. I’ve never heard you speak a bad word about anyone, and we live in New York, for Pete’s sake. ‘Fuck’ is practically an adjective.”

“Sam.” I stand up from my chair to walk over to the bed. I sit down beside her, and Sammy’s gaze locks with mine. “I don’t give a shit about the assholes. Right now, quite frankly, I don’t give a shit about anyone but you.”

“Noah. My life is…”

“Sammy, don’t overthink it.” I reach out with one hand to gently grip her thigh. “Just feel it.”

“Just feel it?” Her throat bobs as she swallows hard around her words.

“I care about you.” I lift my hand to caress the smooth skin of her face and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear as I do. “I’ve been into you since the moment I met you.”

“You have?”

I nod and run the pad of my thumb across her full bottom lip.

“But…but…why did you take so long to show me?”

“I don’t know… I guess it’s because I didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t ready for,” I answer honestly. “I respect you, Sammy, and I felt like you deserved space to find your way. Space to focus on your kids and yourself. Space to find yourself after going through such a hard divorce.”

“But you think I’m ready now?”

“I don’t know, Sammy. Only you can know that. I guess…I just…I can’t keep denying my feelings for you.”

She doesn’t say anything, but she surprises the hell out of me by leaning forward and pressing her mouth to mine.

A groan escapes my throat when she deepens the kiss, and my taste buds awaken with the feel of her tongue and the taste of the lemonade she drank with lunch.

Somewhere deep inside me, there are drifting thoughts aboutwhether this is way too fastandwhat this meansandwhat she’s trying to conveyandthe fact that I don’t know if she’s still dating other men, but all of it disappears in awhooshwhen our sitting position turns horizontal.

I wrap my big hands around the curves of her ass and pull her body tighter against my chest. My cock is already hard at the feel of her soft body against mine, and it only grows harder beneath my scrub pants when she straddles my hips and starts grinding herself against me.

“Fuck,” I mutter, and a moan jumps from her delicate throat.

The intense need for her overpowers any rational thought I have inside my head, and before I know it, I’m flipping her onto her back and pressing my hard cock between her still-clothed thighs.

She moans again, and her eyes are heated as they lock with mine.

Andfuck me, she looks so beautiful like this. Her hair fanned out over the pillow and her breasts heaving up and down with each erratic breath. Her lips are swollen from kissing, and her cheeks are flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink.

She’s a modern Aphrodite. The kind of woman men used to spend monthsand months sculpting in marble. Soft and supple and feminine. Fucking perfect.

“Noah,” Sammy pants, and she reaches both of her hands up to tightly grip my face. “For the love of everything, please tell me you have a condom, or else…I don’t know what I’ll do, but I know it won’t be pretty.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “I have a condom.”

“Thank everything!” she exclaims, and she slides out from underneath me to hop off the bed and start removing her clothes. When she glances back to the bed to find me watching her, she snaps an impatient finger in my direction. “Get moving, Philips.”

I smile. But I also do as I’m told and remove my scrubs and boxer briefs and even pull a condom out of my wallet in the process.

Sammy is naked now as she climbs back onto the bed to straddle my hips, and my brain short-circuits for multiple seconds as my eyes take in the beauty that is her.

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