Page 40 of The Doctor

What if I couldn’t do it?

What if I hit someone, or totaled Zee’s car?

What if Zee looked at me the way my mother had after the first and only time she’d taken me out for a drive?

At the back of my mind, that scritching, scratching monster raged.

What if he realized how horrible I was?

What if he stopped loving me?

“Clara.” His voice was a gentle nudge as his heavy palm landed on my bare thigh.

The monster in my head roared as my skin flared against his touch.

“It’s okay, kid,” he said, thumb brushing my heated flesh. “You can do it. I know you can. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done.”

His words felt like a caress, like his hands that had woken me from a deep sleep this morning. Hands that had slid along my body and slipped beneath my clothes, touching me until not touching him felt like a sin.

I hadn’t expected him to slip his fingers beneath the band of my panties. Hadn’t anticipated those thick fingers petting and touching until I was embarrassed at the wetness that had leaked from my core.

But the man hadn’t minded the mess he'd created with his hands. Instead, he’d delved inside of me, first one finger, then two, curling and plunging until my entire body lit up brighter than Rockefeller Center on Christmas Eve.

Then again, as he dragged my sensitive clit across his hard cock until he spilled himself into the thin space between us.

“Clara!” I blinked away the image of his face as he came and found him staring at me with a furrowed brow, his palm curled around my cheek as he tugged my attention his way.

He was close enough to kiss.

So I did.

I pressed my lips to his.

Only, Zee jerked away, eyes wide and chest heaving.

Not like that.

His mouth worked, like he was trying to find some way to respond.

He relaxed slightly when I nodded and lowered my chin, but the monster in my head raged once again, stopping any apology on my tongue.

“I can do it,” I told him, an idea popping into my mind. “Will you help me?”

Was it fair that I knew he couldn’t say no to my pout?

Maybe.

Did I care?

Not at all.

Zee seemed to relax slightly before he nodded and shifted in his seat.

Ignoring, once again, what I’d just done to him.

“You’re going to put the car in reverse and back up a little to give yourself some room to maneuver.”

“Like this?” Instead of reaching for the stick shift, I reached for him.