Dr. Grant (Off-Limits)

Amara is quiet as we walk into my house, and suddenly I find myself second-guessing my decision to go after her. I don’t want to pressure her into anything she isn’t ready for.

“Hey,” I murmur, my hand brushing against hers before I entwine our fingers. “Are you okay?”

Amara turns to look at me, her eyes filled with an expression I can’t quite describe. Fear. Worry. Trepidation. “I’m scared,” she whispers. “I’m so in love with you, Noah… but I can’t just pretend like that’ll be enough. Being with me is going to cost you everything, and I’m scared. It might seem worth it now, but it won’t be for long.”

I take a step closer to her, and she takes a step back, leaning back against the wall. The pictures Aria and I hung in the hallway are right above her head, and I take a moment to look at them before facing her.

“I get it,” I tell her. “I’m scared too, baby. I admire your grandfather, and he’s taught me a lot in a very short amount of time. I know I’ll go far with his support, but is a good career enough? I’ve lived my entire life cast in shadows of the past, haunted by pain and misery. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned, it’s that there’s nothing more precious than happiness. That’s not something I can buy, and it’s not something your grandfather can help me achieve. It’s something I can only have when I’m with you. When it comes down to it, I’ll always choose happiness over money, Amara.”

She places her hands against my chest and slides them up, until she’s got me wrapped in her embrace. “You say that now, but I’m scared you’ll change your mind. I’m scared you’ll end up resenting me for everything I’m taking from you.”

I smile at her and drop my forehead to hers. “You aren’t taking anything from me, my love. If anything, you’re giving me more than I ever thought I’d have. You’re everything to me, Amara. I knew what I was getting into when I walked into that lab. I vow to you right here and now, I will never blame you for any of the consequences we’ll face. We’re in this together now. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

She looks into my eyes, a glimmer of hope lighting up her expression. She smiles at me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “The mere thought of walking away from you… of letting you go. It won’t happen, Amara. I can’t ever go back to the emptiness that filled my life before you walked into it.”

She rises to her tiptoes and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my cheek. “You have me now, Noah. I’ll never leave you.”

I nod and pull her closer, my lips finding hers. She sighs happily when I kiss her, and I can’t help but smile against her lips. “I missed you so much,” I whisper, pulling her toward the living room, my lips never leaving hers for more than a second. “You’ve been all I’ve been able to think about.”

Amara pushes against my chest, pushing me in the direction of the sofa, and I smile as I fall back onto it. She stands in front of me and I lean back, mesmerized. I can’t believe I let her walk away. I never should’ve let her get into her car.

Amara grins as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. “I missed you too, Noah. So much. Just being here with you is so surreal. I thought I’d have to live on the memories we made last week, and it killed me.”

I pull her against me, my lips inches away from hers. “You won’t have to, baby. We’ll spend the rest of our lives making memories together.”

She looks at me with wide eyes, and I smirk. I guess it technically is too soon to tell, but when you know, you know. Someday, this beautiful woman in my lap is going to be my wife.

“Come here,” I whisper.

Amara leans in, her lips brushing against mine, and I wrap my hand into her hair, throwing every ounce of feeling into my touch. She moans against my lips, opening up for me. The way she moves on top of me… fuck.

She pulls away to look at me, her gaze heated. I’ll never tire of seeing that look in her eyes. Amara smirks as she leans in to press feather soft kisses to my neck, driving me crazy. I tangle my hand into her hair and pull her back up, kissing that smirk off her lips. “My turn,” I whisper.

A soft moan escapes her lips when I kiss her neck, my teeth grazing past a sensitive part of her skin. She tilts her head, exposing more of her neck. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, and I chuckle.

I kiss her collarbone, taking my time as I move lower. We’ve always been in a rush, but not tonight. She’s finally mine now, and I intend to show her what that entails. “I love you,” I whisper, before sucking down on her skin, leaving a mark.

Amara gasps, and the sound of her has me rock hard. I love the way her body responds to mine, the desire that’s on display for me. My hands roam over her body, and her eyes fall closed when my fingers find their way underneath her dress. “Let me guess,” I murmur. “No underwear?” My fingers brush over her thigh, and I chuckle when I realize I’m right. “Already wet for me, as expected. Tell me, Amara. How badly do you want my cock?”

She looks into my eyes, her gaze heated. “You know I want it,” she admits. Her voice has always turned me on, but right now it drives me half mad.

I slip my fingers between her thighs, biting down on my lip when I realize she’s soaking wet. Fuck. I tease her, my thumb twirling around her clit the way I did back when she walked into my office with a toy to test. I watch her as her cheeks flush and her breathing quickens, soft moans escaping her lips.

“Noah, I need you… please. I need to feel you inside me.”

Her hands move to my trousers and she pulls on it impatiently. I lean back and watch her, enjoying the urgency of her touch, her blatant need. My eyes fall closed when she wraps her hand around my cock.

She doesn’t hesitate as she lifts her hips, aligning my cock right where she wants it. Amara looks into my eyes as she sinks down on me, her lips falling open when she sits down in my lap, my cock so fucking deep inside her. “Oh God,” she moans, and I smile as I lean back, watching my girlfriend ride me.

I wrap my hands around her hips and push up, thrusting deep into her, moving with her. Her dress is bunched up around her hips, and I pull it up further, revealing her bare tits. I pull her dress over her head and drop it to the floor before leaning in, teasing her nipples, enjoying the moans that leave her lips.

“I was going to take my time with you, baby. I wanted to undress you, take you to bed… I wanted to fucking worship you, but damn… I have no self-control when it comes to you.”

She laughs and wraps her hands into my hair, pulling me closer roughly. “Self-control is overrated,” she whispers, her lips hovering over mine.

I kiss her slowly, deeply, her tongue tangling with mine. This girl… she kisses the way she sucks cock. I swear I could come just from her kissing me. Combine that with the way she’s fucking me and I’m ready to blow.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I whisper against her lips, leaning back to watch her. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. I fucking love watching you take my cock like that.”

I hold her by her hips and thrust up, hard. Every fucking moan that leaves her lips gets me closer. The way she’s riding me is clearly getting her closer and closer, and it’s a fucking sight to behold.

She smiles and picks up the pace, her movements turning more frantic, her moans getting louder. Amara’s eyes fall closed just seconds before her muscles contract around me, and I watch her come all over my cock. The way she smiles at me when she opens her eyes almost makes me lose it. I’ve never felt anything like this. Sex has never been about an emotional connection for me, but everything is different with Amara.

I grab her ass and thrust deeper into her, taking her hard. I need her with an intensity that’s foreign to me, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

“I love watching you fuck me, boyfriend dearest.”

That fucking does it for me. Having her call me her boyfriend? Yeah. My eyes fall closed as I lose control, coming deep inside my girl. She slows her pace, longing out my orgasm, milking the fuck out of me. “Fucking hell,” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “I couldn’t hold on any longer. Why the fuck do you always make me lose my mind, huh?”

She giggles and threads her hand through my hair, pulling my face to hers. She kisses me slowly, and my heart skips a fucking beat. I’m so in love with her, it’s unreal. Our love will cost us, but it’s worth it.