Chapter 12
12
AMELIA
“ J ared,” I breathed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His lips had been on mine just seconds ago.
I could still feel the heat of him, the pressure of his body against mine.
I stepped back, trying to create some distance between us, but my legs felt wobbly.
My mind was reeling.
What had just happened?
And more importantly, why had I kissed him back?
Jared was watching me intently, his gray eyes dark with an emotion I couldn’t quite read.
Desire? Confusion? Regret?
I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
“Amelia,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have?—”
“No,” I cut him off, holding up a hand.
“You shouldn’t have.”
But even as I said the words, I knew they weren’t entirely true.
Part of me—a part I’d been trying desperately to ignore—had wanted that kiss.
Had been wanting it for weeks, if I was being honest with myself.
“I know. It was unprofessional. I just… I got caught up in the moment.”
I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts.
“It’s fine. We were both… it was a mistake. Let’s just forget it happened.”
But I wanted him.
I was always good. I never did anything risky or wild.
And the man was here in my lab looking at me like he wanted me.
Like really wanted me.
Why couldn’t I walk on the wild side just once?
I pushed aside all the reasons why I shouldn’t and looked him straight in the eyes.
His expression of guilt evaporated.
He reached for me again.
His mouth slammed against mine.
It was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him.
I melted into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair.
He backed me up against the desk, his body pressing into mine.
I gasped as my hips hit the edge.
He pulled away for a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine for permission.
I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and kissed him again, my hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Jared Welch, the arrogant, infuriatingly sexy neurosurgeon I’d been fantasizing about forever, was pressed against me in my lab of all places.
I hadn’t felt this alive in years.
My mind screamed at me to stop, that this was a bad idea, but my body wouldn’t listen.
His lips trailed down my jawline, making their way to my neck.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me as he nibbled and sucked gently, sending shivers down my spine.
My senses were on fire; his scent, his warmth, the feel of his hands roaming over my body left me breathless.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and it showed.
He pushed my lab coat down my arms until it fell to the floor.
I jerked at his neatly tucked-in shirt, yanking it from the waistband of his slacks.
“I want you, Amelia,” Jared growled, his voice dripping with need.
He yanked off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs.
I had been thinking about those abs since the jet ski incident.
His hands roamed my body desperately, sliding under my blouse to cup my breasts.
He massaged them firmly as he claimed my mouth again in a searing kiss.
I arched into his touch, crying out softly as he teased my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.
His hardness pressed against my belly, filling me with heat.
I fumbled with his belt buckle, eager to free his straining cock.
He batted my hands away impatiently, unfastening it himself before shoving down his slacks and boxers in one swift motion.
His cock sprang free, huge and throbbing.
“God, Amelia,” he groaned hoarsely as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking from base to tip.
“I’ve fantasized about this… wanted to bend you over from the day we met.”
I couldn’t speak, too turned on to form words.
Instead I squeezed him harder, reveling in the way he twitched in my grasp.
He jerked up my skirt.
Thank God it was a loose one and not a pencil skirt like I typically wore.
His hand slid up my thigh, pushing aside my panties to find me soaked and ready for him.
I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so hot for him.
“So wet already,” he purred smugly, stroking through my slick folds with skilled fingertips.
“You like that I’m taking control? Using your body however I please?”
“Yes,” I gasped shamelessly as he thrust two fingers inside me.
“Are you sure about this, Amelia?” Jared’s voice was husky with desire, his gray eyes blazing into mine.
“We can still stop at any point.”
But even as he said the words, his hand was still stroking between my legs, two fingers pumping in and out of my slick heat.
I clenched around him desperately, my hips bucking to meet his touch.
“No,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. I need this. Need you.”
I tugged him closer, capturing his lips as he worked a third finger inside me.
He groaned into my mouth, his thumb circling my clit.
I fumbled at my blouse, popping the buttons impatiently as Jared’s other hand reached up to grab one breast hard enough to hurt in the best way.
He tore impatiently at the remaining buttons of my blouse, sending them flying across the lab.
His mouth descended on my newly exposed breasts, licking and sucking at the heavy mounds as his fingers drove into me relentlessly.
I cried out, my head falling back in ecstasy, fingers gripping his hair.
“Jared,” I gasped. “I’m going to…”
It was too much and not enough.
I didn’t know how to respond.
It was pure instinct when my body took over.
“Not yet,” he growled against my skin.
He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching.
I whimpered at the loss.
“Condom?”
I blinked.
Normally, I would have been embarrassed to tell him I happened to have one in my purse, but I was too desperate to feel any kind of shame.
I reached over, leaning my body without moving away from him, and grabbed my purse at the edge of my desk.
I quickly fumbled with the zipper to the inside pocket.
My fingers felt the package and quickly grabbed it.
He snatched it from my hand.
“Thank God,” he murmured.
He ripped it open with his teeth and stepped back.
I made the mistake of looking down and watching him roll it on.
“Bloody hell,” I gasped.
He looked up at me, then grinned.
“See what you do to me?”
He positioned himself between my trembling thighs.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked roughly, pressing the swollen head of his cock against my wet entrance.
“Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Please,” I begged shamelessly.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
“Turn around,” he growled.
I turned, bracing my hands on the desk.
Jared pressed against me from behind.
The head of his cock nudged my slick folds, teasing, tormenting.
“Do you feel that, Amelia?” Jared rasped, his hot breath tickling my ear.
“Feel how hard you’ve made me? How badly I want to be inside this tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, arching my back to give him better access.
“Please, Jared.”
He thrust into me with one hard snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my inner walls clamping down around him like a vise.
He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to his impressive size.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
“Goddamn.”
After a long moment, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into me.
The desk shook with the force of his thrusts, scattering papers and pens across the surface.
It was primal and rough and utterly intoxicating.
Jared set a relentless pace, pounding into me over and over again.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he took me with a desperation that bordered on feral.
I’d never been fucked like this before, so hard and deep and thoroughly claiming.
“Yes, oh god yes,” I babbled incoherently as he hit that secret spot inside me with every powerful thrust. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as pleasure built in my core like a coiled spring.
“That’s it,” Jared groaned encouragingly as he bent me over the desk further and picked up the pace.
My nails dug into the desk, papers ripping and crinkling underneath my convulsing body.
Every forceful thrust sent electric shocks of pleasure up my spine, my back arching involuntarily.
“That’s it,” Jared groaned encouragingly as he gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, pounding into me relentlessly.
“Take every inch of my cock.”
“Yes!” I screamed, too far gone to care about the reckless abandon in my voice.
I clutched at the edge of the desk desperately as it shuddered beneath us, another orgasmic wave building fast.
My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, white hot pleasure searing through every cell in my body.
I convulsed violently around his thick cock, crying out as electric jolts shot up my spine.
I felt him swell inside me before exploding in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
He slumped over me. His cheek rested against my back.
I was panting, my legs trembling, wondering what the hell had just happened.
As the heat faded, the tension returned.
Neither of us said anything.
What was there to say?
This was a line we’d crossed, and there was no going back.
But maybe we could pretend it never happened.
That worked for me.
Finally, Jared pulled away, his expression unreadable.
He grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed, not looking at me.
“I should go,” he said, his voice rough.
“Yeah.”
He turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him.
I sank onto the stool, my legs still shaking.
What the hell had just happened?
I’d let things get out of control, and now I didn’t know how to feel.
Jared Welch was a complication I didn’t need, but he was also a temptation I wasn’t sure I could resist. Clearly.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life—or the best decision.
I put on my blouse and cringed when I realized the buttons had gone flying.
I put on my lab coat and buttoned it up to hide the fact my shirt was ruined.
I quickly tidied up the lab and rushed out.
The walk to my condo was brief, mostly because I was forcing my short legs to move as quickly as possible.
My thoughts were a tangled mess by the time I reached my door, fingers fumbling with the key.
The cool air of my condo hit me like a slap.
My body still hummed with the memory of Jared’s touch, but my mind was already spiraling into unease.
I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the shower.
I needed to wash away the evidence.
I hoped like hell he was gentleman enough to never bring it up again.