Chapter 7
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He turned his face slightly, kissing my lips again. His breath was unsteady, his voice low and deep, "No."
"So… you've never slept with a woman either?"
Jonathan cupped my face, his thumb gently brushing the moisture from the corner of my lips. "That's right."
He was tall. Even with my high heels on, I only reached his chin. My hands, which had been tangled in his hair, slowly slid down to the open collar of his shirt.
When my soft fingers grazed his Adam's apple, his reaction was startling.
It bobbed sharply, and the warmth of his palms against my cheeks suddenly felt searing.
The swirl of emotions inside me—bitterness, confusion, desire—all screamed for an outlet. I craved release. I craved indulgence.
I closed my eyes and pressed a soft kiss against his alluring Adam's apple.
His slender fingers, which had been cradling my face, slid into my thick black hair, holding me tighter. Our lips were forced even closer together.
His breath grew ragged, but he restrained himself, refusing to let out even the faintest gasp.
"Dr. Clayton," I whispered softly, "aren't you forgetting something?"
His elegant fingers traced the outline of my face, his lips brushing the corner of my eye. "What am I forgetting?"
"I'm in pain. Shouldn't you check me, just to be sure?"
I reached for his left hand, guiding it down until his fingertips rested over my chest.
The moonlight was silver and cool, but against my bare skin, it felt as delicate as frost.
I tilted my face upward, clearly seeing the dark, intense desire clouding his eyes.
Then, still pressing his hand against me, I tightened my grip slightly. "Dr. Clayton, can we start now?"
Jonathan's palm was burning hot. It felt like his heat might scorch right through my skin.
His Adam's apple bobbed again violently.
Beneath the overwhelming desire in his gaze, there was something even more terrifying—an intense, all-consuming possessiveness that seemed ready to devour me whole.
We were pressed so close together that I could feel every change, every reaction in his body.
He was like a volcano, his heat dizzying me, melting away every shred of rational thought.
But I had underestimated Jonathan's self-control.
Even at this moment, he managed to force his hand away from me.
I stood there, stunned, my heart sinking, feeling lost and vulnerable.
"Not here," he murmured.
He pulled me into his arms again and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. "Let's shower first. Otherwise, it won't be clean. It wouldn't be good for you."
His words sent a strange tremor through my heart. Even the cool mountain breeze outside suddenly felt soft and gentle.
At that moment, no one could resist falling deeper.
When we entered his villa, I was about to bend down to take off my shoes, but Jonathan had already knelt, holding out a new pair of slippers.
A surgeon's hands were known for their precision and dexterity.
The delicate straps of my heels crisscrossed around my calves, were designed to be easily undone with a gentle pull. But he fumbled, awkwardly tugging twice before succeeding.
His fingers wrapped around my ankle as he carefully slipped my foot into the soft slippers.
Looking down, I saw his broad shoulders outlined perfectly by his white dress shirt. The hem of the shirt tucked neatly into his slacks, highlighting his lean, narrow waist.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but a restless heat bloomed inside me—a thirst I couldn't ignore.
As he stood up, I suddenly rose onto my toes, hooked my arms around his neck, and kissed him first.
We kissed all the way from the entrance to the bathroom.
By the time the water from the shower began to fall, the hem of his shirt was already a mess under my fingers, and the straps of my dress had long since slipped off my shoulders.
Jonathan pinned me against the wall, his kisses fierce, heavy, and urgent.
Steam soon filled the bathroom, engulfing us completely. It felt like he wanted to devour me whole.
"Katherine," he whispered hoarsely against my skin.
But just when I thought we'd crossed the point of no return, he suddenly gripped my wrists, forcefully pulling me away.
