Chapter 4
Claire
I had only been home ten minutes before I heard a knock on the door. Opening it, Nick stood there with a smile.
“Hi.”
“Dr. Nick.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
“Are you busy?” he asked.
“Not at the moment.”
“How about joining me for a drink at the Kind Brewhouse?”
I stared at him for a moment. “One drink.”
“Let’s go.” A handsome smile crossed his lips. “I’ll drive.”
I grabbed my purse, and we climbed into his car. When we got to the brewhouse, I saw Sebastian behind the bar.
“Claire?” He cocked his head as Nick and I sat on the stools.
“Sebastian, what are you doing here? I just saw you at the other restaurant.”
“I own this place. I’m just checking on things before I head home. It’s good to see you, Nick.” He extended his hand.
I sat there in confusion.
“Good to see you, Sebastian.” Nick shook his hand.
“You two know each other?” Sebastian asked.
“We met yesterday in here. Turns out, Claire is my next-door neighbor.”
“Thank you for dinner, Sebastian. You didn’t have to do that,” I said.
“You’re welcome. You’re new in town, and I wanted to welcome you. I hope you’ll dine at Four Kinds again.”
“I will definitely be back. It was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear that. What can I get you two to drink?”
“I’ll have a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine,” Nick said.
“I’ll have the same.” I smiled.
Sebastian set two beers in front of us. “I need to get home to my wife and son. It was nice to meet you, Claire. Nick, I’ll see you around.”
“You know him?” I asked Nick.
“Yeah. He’s the cousin of my good friend, Christian.”
“Christian?” I picked up my beer and sipped it.
“Dr. Christian Kind. We did our residency and worked together in Seattle. He’s a cardiothoracic surgeon who works at Cedars. So does his wife, Charleigh, who is a nurse practitioner there.”
“Nice.” I smiled. “So, you know the whole Kind family?”
He cocked his head. “Yeah. How do you know about the family?”
“Uh, I was at Four Kinds earlier having dinner and met Dr. Grayson Kind and his wife, Ava. Then Nathan and his daughter, Ella, joined them. Grayson said Sebastian was his cousin.”
“They’re a great family. One of the best you’ll ever meet.” He smiled as he sipped his beer. “So, tell me about yourself, Claire. I don’t even know your last name.”
“It’s Monet.”
“You’re French?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I breathed out a laugh. “My mother was French. I was born in Paris. We moved to the States when I was two.”
“That’s really cool. How about your father?”
“My father passed away several years ago in a car accident.”
“I’m sorry, Claire.”
“Thank you, Dr. Nick—” I cocked my head.
“Russo.”
“Dr. Nick Russo.” I smiled. “Tell me about yourself. Why did you move from Seattle to Los Angeles?”
“I needed a change. Christian called and said that Cedars had an opening for an ER doctor, so I applied and got the job.”
“Why did you need a change?” I asked.
“I just did. Why did you move here from Connecticut?”
“I guess I needed a change, too.” I ran my finger around the rim of my glass.
He held up his glass. “Here’s to two people who needed a change.”
I smiled as I tipped my glass against his and finished my beer.
He finished his and called the bartender over. “We’re ready to cash out. Put her beer on my tab.”
“I can pay for my own beer,” I said as I reached into my purse.
“Nope.” His hand touched my arm. “I asked you out for a drink. I’m paying. You can pick up the tab next time.”
“How do you know there will be a next time?” My lips formed a smile.
“We’ve already had two drinks together. I can safely assume there will be more.” A smirk crossed his lips.
We climbed into the car and headed home.
“Thanks for having a drink with me,” he said as we stood at our apartment doors.
He was sexy, and my lady parts were quivering.
“Want to come in?” I smiled as I opened the door.
“Yeah. I do.”
Our lips met the moment we stepped inside my apartment. I lifted his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His body was every woman’s dream. I broke our kiss and took off my shirt. A low growl emerged from him as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Lying me on the bed, he took down his pants as I took off mine.
“You are so beautiful, Claire Monet.” His tongue slid up my inner thigh, and I gasped.
Hooking his fingers around the strings of my panties, he pulled them down. I trembled as his tongue slid to my wet opening.
“God, you taste so good,” he moaned.
My fingers tangled through his hair as his mouth explored me. I was already on the verge of an orgasm and begged him not to stop. My body shook as I gripped the comforter, and several moans escaped my lips. His lips made their way up my torso and to my cleavage. I reached around, unhooked my bra, and tossed it over the side of the bed. His lips wrapped around my hardened peaks as his hands kneaded my breasts.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” His lips met mine for a passionate kiss.
He stood up. As he took down his underwear, I stared at his hard cock. It was perfect, and I knew I was in for a treat. Pulling a condom from his wallet, he put it on and hovered over me, pushing himself in slowly, inch by inch. Moans fell from our mouths as pleasure took over. After a few thrusts, he rolled me on top of him. I rode him hard as his hands grasped my breasts. He felt so good, and I was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Come with me.” He gripped my hips.
“Oh God,” I yelled. “Oh, God.” The wave hit and sucked me in.
“That’s it. Oh, God,” he moaned as he held me down and exploded inside me.
My body collapsed on his for a moment, my face buried into the side of his neck while his arms wrapped around me. My heart raced as I tried to regain my breath. I climbed off him and rolled to the other side. When he got up to throw the condom away, I slipped my robe on, picked up his pants from the floor, and held them up.
“Time to go.” I smiled when he emerged from the bathroom.
“Seriously?” His brows furrowed.
“Yeah.” I handed him his pants. “Thank you. That was fun.” I reached up and kissed his lips.
“It was amazing.” He grinned as he slipped on his underwear and his pants.
“I’ll go get your shirt,” I said as I walked into the living room and picked it up from the floor.
“Why do I get the feeling you can’t get rid of me fast enough.”
“I’m really tired. You wore me out.” I smiled.
“I can stay,” he said as he walked over and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Maybe next time.” I patted his chest.
“Okay. I had a lot of fun, Claire.” His lips seductively met mine.
“Me too.” I broke our kiss, grabbed his hand, and led him to the door. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah. See you around.” He walked out, and I shut the door.
Leaning against it, I slid to the ground and placed my hand on my forehead.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered as my body could still feel him.