She undulated against him, locking one leg around his hips.
“Want something?” he teased, moving up her body till he could press his lips to her throat.
“You,” she said as she tilted her head back to give him access. “Right now.”
“What if I want to play?” he whispered in her ear.
She shivered at the hot breath running over her skin. “Later,” she promised. “Right now, I just need you inside me.”
“Mmm.” He rocked against her, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing between her thighs. “I could be persuaded to speed things up. Provided I get to be in charge next time.”
Using her leg as leverage, she flipped their positions. “I won’t leave you with any complaints,” she said.
With quick fingers, she unzipped his jeans and tugged them from his body along with his boxers.
“So much better.” She leaned down to draw her tongue over his hard cock, feeling him jerk beneath her hands as he fought not to buck into her mouth.
Clara took her time, letting her hair brush over his abdomen as she drew him deeper into her mouth.
“Christ, sweetheart. If fast is what you want, it’s what you’ll get if you keep doing that.”
In response, she flicked her tongue over the crown of his cock. Power surged through her as she teased him. He could drive her to distraction, but right now, all the decisions were hers. To taste him with a light brush of her tongue, to swallow him down till his guttural groan echoed in the air around them. Her nails dug into his thighs as she rocked over him. Tension thrummed in his body. Every movement had him straining against her until the salty taste of him touched her tongue.
“Stop,” he panted. “I want to be inside of you.”
With a last languid lick, she released his glistening cock to toss him a smile.
“Me too,” she purred.
Blindly he reached for the bedside table and the box of condoms they’d stashed inside. In no time, he unrolled one onto his long length before his hands sought hers.
Evading him, she threw a leg over his hips.
“Now, now,” she said. “I thought I was in charge this time?”
Positioning him under her, she sank down with a groan of pleasure.
“Clara,” he panted as he slid inside her. “Yes.”
Grabbing the headboard for support, she raised her hips before descending back down on him once more.
Pleasure flooded through her as she found her rhythm, rocking over him at a slow, steady pace.
Two hands came up to cup her hips as he arched under her. As gasp escaped her and he slid deeper, sending more spikes of ecstasy through her core.
Needing more of a connection, she leaned down, bracing herself against the mattress as she lifted her hips. He caught her questing lips with his own, kissing her deeply while she rode him.
“More,” she whispered against his mouth. Her speed increased as her orgasm built within her. In this position, she had the power to control their pace. Control the steady build of pleasure.
Their panting breath mingled as she moved faster, giving in to the need they both felt.
“So close,” he said, brushing the hair away from her face to see her eyes.
Holding his gaze, she gave in to her body’s needs, riding him with desperation as her climax drew tantalizingly near.
“Yes,” she cried, biting her lip. “Just a little…”
Slamming herself down on him one more time she broke apart with a cry. Pleasure crashed through her, making her go stiff as Walker rolled her under him and thrust into her furiously.
“Clara,” he shouted her name as his own climax took him.
She smiled with closed eyes. For a second, time stood still as she floated in a sea of satisfaction.
“How could I ever let you go?” he growled to her, burying his face in her neck.
“Don’t,” she sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Don’t ever let me go.
Because there was nowhere else she ever wanted to be but here.
Chapter Eighteen
Clara dug her thumbnail into the side of the kitchen island as Emily bustled around the room. Hunter was fast asleep upstairs, and the nanny was about to take off for the evening.
Exactly the one thing she was afraid of.
Usually she looked forward to Emily’s departure. Once the doors closed behind her, Clara was alone with her family. Or those she desperately wanted to claim as hers. She and Walker would sooth the restless baby, or fall into bed together, or sometimes, just sit side by side in mutual exhaustion and oddly, contentment.
Tonight was different.
“Do you want me to get you anything before I go?”
Her head jerked up at Emily’s offer. “No, I’m fine. Have a good night and thanks for your help today.”
Emily paused in the act of folding a dish towel. Setting it aside, she slid into the chair next to Clara.
“Are you all right?”
Clara let out a little laugh, shaking her head. “I’m not sure.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s our last night,” she said with a sigh.
“What does that mean?”
She drew her nail along the wooden edge again. “It means, I promised to live here for a set time before returning to my own life. And tonight, that limit comes due.”
“Ah,” Emily murmured.
“Exactly.”
“And you’re wondering what happens next.”
“Pretty much.” Her shoulders drooped. “Walker is hard to predict sometimes. I’m not sure how fast he wants this to move.”
Because she was all in. She’d move here permanently the second he offered. She’d take on the responsibility of raising Hunter with pleasure. And she’d spend the rest of her life loving both her boys if Walker would give her the chance to.
Or maybe he’d ask her to move out. To go back to her own apartment so they could date at a normal pace and slow things down. After all, his life was still in an upheaval and would be for a long time to come. It was no big deal if he asked her to move out.
But no matter how she sliced it, it felt like a step backward when they’d already wasted so much time tiptoeing around each other.
“I know the solution,” Emily said.
She perked up. “What?”
“Talk to your man.”
The air rushed out of her in a chuckle. “That easy, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Maybe you’re the genius.”
Emily grinned. “I’ve worked with many couples. I’ve seen ones who stay together for the sake of their children and ones who love each other to distraction. Which category do you think you and Walker fall into?”
She blushed. “He’s never told me he loved me. Not in a romantic way, at least.”
“Have you told him?”
No. I can face down drug lords and dirty politicians, but I flinch when it comes to having an honest conversation with the love of my life.
Because what if she found out she wasn’t the love of his?
“It’s never easy, starting a relationship,” Emily said, her voice understanding. “Then again, it’s not like the two of you are starting from scratch. You’re basically an old married couple who just rediscovered the joys of sex.”
She groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
Emily patted her back the way she’d seen her do to Hunter. “My point is, your connection to each other isn’t fresh. It’s deep and binding. I don’t think you need to be afraid of being honest with Walker.”
“No,” she mumbled into her arm. “I shouldn’t be.”
“But matters of the heart aren’t logical, huh?”
“Not even slightly.” She sat up, shaking her head. “This part of adulthood should come with a warning label.”
“Love at your own risk?”
“Something like that.” Dragging a hand down her face, she rolled her shoulders back. “You’re right,
though. I need to talk this out with him. One way or another, I want to know where we stand.”
“Good luck.”
She squeezed Emily’s hand. “Just so you know, you’re the best nanny we could have found for Hunter. I’m grateful for the help you’ve given us this last month.”
The other woman gave her a wide smile. “He’s a great little boy. I’m happy to have found this position, too.” Glancing at the clock, she continued, “Though I will also be happy to snuggle into my own bed tonight.”
“Go, go. Don’t let me keep you.”
With a parting wave, the nanny slipped off her chair and headed out.
Clara waited until she heard the door close before heading for the stairs. She needed to have a chat with her lover.
Who happened to be coming down the stairs as she headed up.
He paused, seeing her, before continuing down. “I got Hunter to sleep,” he said softly. “We’re should be free for the next few hours.”
“Good,” she said, backing down the steps.
He joined her on the landing and opened his mouth as if to speak, only to close it again.
“We should talk,” she said.
He nodded and gestured toward the living room. Silently, she followed him to the couch and dropped down beside him. He was close but not touching, and she wrapped her arms around herself in comfort.
“So,” she started. “Our time is up today.”
“I know,” he replied, his voice equally soft. “Thank you for what you’ve done. I would have been lost these last weeks without you.”
“That first day you held Hunter like he was a bomb about to go off.”
“The second day I held him like he was a football. We’d still be back there if it wasn’t for you.”
“You would have figured it out.”
“Not as quickly as we were able to with you around,” he said. “You directed Emily and trained me. I’m grateful you did.”
She plucked at the couch cushion.
“Just grateful?” she finally asked in a whisper.
…
His heart twisted as he stared down at her.
“No,” he said, reaching out to lift her face to his. “This isn’t just about gratitude.”
Her eyes rose to his, so wide and deep a man could drown in them.
How does she do that?
How could she make his chest tighten with just a look?
He brushed his fingers over her cheek. All the nights they’d spent together and he still wasn’t used to the simple pleasure of touching her.
Maybe I’ll never get used to it. Maybe she’ll astound me for the rest of my life.
He’d never wanted permanent with anyone. He hadn’t thought he was the type who could commit to a life that ordinary. He still wasn’t sure it was a good idea with Hunter being so fresh in his life.
But he also knew one fact there was no escaping.
Clara was it for him. If he was ever going to make commitment work, it’d be with her or no one. When he thought of where his life would be ten years from now, it would be with her at his side.
It had always been her.
Which meant he needed to convince her she was right where she belonged. The rest they could figure out later.
“This is just a night like any other,” he told her.
She shook her head, drawing back from his touch. “It’s different and you know it.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Everything is going to change now.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip, nibbling on it in a way that made him long to sooth the bruised skin with his mouth. “We’re playing house,” she whispered. “None of this is real.”
She wasn’t wrong. Their deal had been temporary from the start. But along the way everything had evolved into so much more. One thing he knew for sure, he didn’t want her walking out of this house and sleeping in a bed he couldn’t share with her.
“It could be real,” he said, the words coming far more easily than he’d ever thought they would. “We could be real.”
She froze, her eyes growing even wider if it was possible.
“Be clear,” she demanded.
The words brought a smile to his lips. His little reporter wouldn’t stop until she uncovered the truth. About what he wanted from her. About what he felt for her.
About what he planned for their future…
For the first time in his life, the idea of permanency, of normalcy, didn’t send him running from the room.
Instead, it made him excited for every morning he woke up beside her.
“Stay,” he said. “Live here. Don’t leave us now.”
“Because I make a good surrogate mother?” she asked. “Emily can help you take care of him. You don’t need me for that.”
He took her hands in his. “You are irreplaceable,” he replied. “The best mother Hunter could ever have. You love him as much as I do, admit it.”
She drew in a shuddering breath. “But he’s not mine,” she said. “Eventually we have to go back to our real lives and when we do…it’s going to hurt.”
He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over hers. “What was so great about our real lives? I could hug you, but I couldn’t kiss you. I could sleep beside you on a couch, but I couldn’t wrap myself around you in bed. I couldn’t take your hand in public or attend one of those tedious gala events with you on my arm.” His fingers delved deeper into her hair, angling her face up to his. “I couldn’t touch you the way I always wanted to. Do you really want to go back to that?”
“You were the one who said you couldn’t make promises. You said there were no strings here. That you didn’t know how long we could last.”
“I was an idiot.”
Her grin was brief. “Can’t argue with that.”
“I take it all back. You want strings? Bring them on.”
She shook her head. “If this is too fast for you, I don’t want to rush anything. There’s Hunter to think about.”
“I am thinking about him. What if he was yours as much as mine?”
A shudder went through her. “You can’t offer this only to pull it away later,” she warned.
“Losing you is the last thing I’d ever want to do. I mean every word I’m saying.”
Not looking away from her, he drew his lips over the ring finger on her left hand.
“Let’s be a family, Clara. For real. Forever.”
It took her two tries before she could choke out the words. “Are you asking me—”
A knock interrupted her.
With a groan, Walker dropped her hand. “Who the hell is knocking at this hour?”
“Probably your assistant coming to drag you back to the office whether you want to go or not,” she said. “I told you not to keep ignoring him.”
He glanced at the door before shaking his head. “He’d call if he needed me.”
She arched a brow. “Walker Beckett, are you going to give up playing with some fancy piece of code for me?”
“Do you believe I’m serious now?”
“Oh deadly,” she purred, leaning toward him as he lowered his head.
The knock sounded again.
With a sigh, she pushed to her feet. “Screw it. Let’s let him in, he can drop off whatever he’s working on, and then we can send him on his way.”
“You are a far kinder person than I am,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she replied with a grin. Climbing over him, she skipped over to the door with a smile on her face.
He draped himself over the back of the couch as he watched her go.
Clara tossed him a smile as her fingers wrapped around the door handle, as if she couldn’t look away from him any more than he could from her.
Then she jerked the door open and horror washed through his body.
“Hello,” the beautiful blonde standing in the entrance said. “I’m looking for my son.”
Chapter Nineteen
Clara stood frozen as she faced the woman on the doorstep. Sluggishly, her brain tried to assimilate what her eyes were seeing. The woman was gorgeous but more disturbing was this person she’d never seen before was hauntingly familiar, and her slow brain was finally figuring out why.
She’d been staring at a miniature version of the woman for weeks.
Every time she looked at Hunter.
“Or Walker? Is he here?” the woman asked, a frown crossing her perfectly made up face. “If this is a bad time I can come back.”
“Bad time?” Clara said, shock receding in the face of the pain she knew was coming. Was it a bad time for the mother of the child she wanted to claim to show up? A bad time for this Amazonian model to come back into Walker’s life right when he’d been about to ask her…
What had he been about to say?
“I—”
“Clara, let her in.”
The woman brightened at the sound of Walker’s voice. There was nothing she could do as Hunter’s mother shouldered by her and stepped into her home.
“Veronica,” he said, rising.
“Hi,” she said. “I know I must be the last person you want to see right now, but I had to come.”
Clara drifted into the room, watching the scene unfold like a viewer watching a TV show. Nothing seemed like it was quite right.
Or real.
“Did you do this?” Walker said, obviously putting the pieces of the puzzle together that she had. “Did you leave our child on my doorstep like a cast-off pet you had gotten bored of?”
Veronica wrung her hands. “I didn’t know what to do. I never wanted to get pregnant. Once I discovered I was, I was on the other side of the world working.”
“They didn’t have phones in this distant, remote location?”
She hung her head. “I get it. I know I screwed all this up in the worst way possible, but I need to see my son. I thought I could give him up and be happy knowing how good a father you’d be to him, but I can’t.”
Ice washed through Clara’s veins. She opened her mouth to protest, but Walker beat her to it.
“If you try to take Hunter back, I will fight you with every resource I have available to me. You abandoned him and I gave him a stable, loving home. Any judge in their right mind would grant me custody.”
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