In Good Hands With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Taboo Romance) (9 page)

He threw back his head and laughed. "Yes, women
are
like wine. Each a little different, each one mysterious, every one delicious. You," he ran his palm down her neck, then cupped her breast. "I think I could explore you for a long time."

His thumb stroked her nipple through her shirt and she couldn't hold back a moan. Nor could she think of a reason to say no. It had been far too long since a man looked at her with such desire. Mathew seemed nice. Maybe he really
was
a good guy, and would treat her well. She deserved this little bit of pleasure.

Still, the voice of reason persisted. "Condoms."

"Got one in my bag. Don't move. Wait, move just a little."

He pulled her to him and kissed her. Not a tender or tentative kiss, either. His mouth captured hers hungrily, drawing her in, coaxing a response she eagerly gave. Their tongues entwined and she met his urgency, surprised at how natural it felt. Like they'd done this a hundred times before.

He cupped one breast, stroking her nipple again. She arched her back, leaning into him, wanting more. As though he read her mind, he complied, taking the other one in his hand, then rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. An ache filled her and she longed for him to take them in her mouth, to suck on them.

Once again, he seemed to pick up exactly what she wanted. He pushed her shirt up and lifted her sport bra, freeing both breasts. Exposed to the somewhat-chill air, her nipples hardened further. He bent and flicked his tongue over one peak, while continuing to tease the other with his fingers.

Sara could barely hold still. Waves of such pleasure ran through her. She wrapped one leg over his thigh, needing contact with his body.

He stopped, pulled away, and she saw the wonder in his eyes too. Did he feel that spark, that connection when they touched?

He cleared his throat, ran his hand along her face again. "Don't move." His voice shook slightly.

Sara leaned back. No way could she move if she wanted to. Her whole body shook, with nervousness and desire. She was about to make love with a guy she'd just met, a wildly hot guy who wanted her bad. Could this night get any crazier?

Yes.

The slamming of a door made her jump. Not an upstairs door, one in the back of the house.

"Sara, I'm home. The garage door wouldn't open." Shit. Her father's voice. "I guess the electricity is out. You okay?" He strode into the room.

Too late to adjust her bra, she shoved her shirt all the way down and hoped the bulkiness would hide her state of undress. Surely the room was dark enough to hide her enflamed cheeks.

"I'm fine. Your friend Mathew is here."

"He is? He's early."

"Yeah, that's what he said."

"You don't have to yell, I can hear you."

Hoping to heck Matt could too, she kept her voice raised. "Good to see you, Dad."

In the dim light, she saw his eyebrows raise. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Hey there. About time you got home."

Matt ambled down the stairs and to Sara's relief, from what she could see, the erection he'd had moments ago disappeared. The two men shook hands and guy-hugged.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"I got drenched. That's my rental car with a flat tire you see down the road. Your daughter was kind enough to let me shower and loan me clothes."

"You've met Sara then."

"Sure have. We helped ourselves to pizza and drinks."

"Why didn't you tell me you had company coming?" Sara stood and put her hands on her hips. Her heart rate slowed a little, but she still had steam to blow off.

"Sorry, totally slipped my mind. I got called away for this last minute meeting. Glad you were here to let Matt in. Guys, I'm beat. Hate to be rude but I'm heading to bed. Maybe there's still some hot water left. There's extra blankets in the closet, if the heat doesn't come back on." Doug picked up the overnight bag he'd brought in. "I'll see you two in the morning."

When he'd disappeared up the stairs, Sara and Matt looked at each other.

"Um…"

"Guess we should smother the fire, close off the fireplace. I'll take care of that, if you'll put away the food stuff. Got your flashlight?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Well, good night then."

No, not hardly a good night. Sara wanted to talk further, to continue where they'd left off. But the magic had disappeared. She gathered the wine, plates and empty beer bottle and put the items on the tray. Moving slowly, still shaking, she took it to the kitchen.

Damn it! Why did her dad have to come in just now and ruin what was sure to be the best time she'd had for a while? Of course, it would have been worse if they'd already been naked and entwined. A shudder coursed through her as she pictured that. Her legs wrapped around Matt, heels digging into him.

Blowing out a breath, she put that image out of her mind and cleaned up in the kitchen. She'd take a shower, most likely cold. The hot water take in the house was large, but she suspected not big enough for a third steamy rinse. That would cool down her jets. Anyway, her and Matt, bad idea. He said he found her attractive, and his body sure responded, but after their one night together, he'd be gone. So what was the point, besides a little pleasure? She'd just get all goofy and sappy, start to like the guy. She didn't need her heart stomped on again.

But what a guy! A grin spread across her face as she shoved the pizza box in the trash. Funny, kind, generous. She could have sworn all those men were as extinct as the
Tyrannosaurus rex.

Didn't matter. Matt wasn't for her. His interest was just horny-guy-in-a-romantic-situation attraction, that's all.

When she walked back to the living room, Matt was gone and the fire was out. Just like the one in her heart.

Chapter 3

In the Pink Room, Sara's bedroom of choice, she managed a quick, lukewarm shower before the water turned cold. She'd have to hunt down another blanket or two, wear her yoga pants to bed, if the electric stayed off. Rain continued to beat on the roof, though the thunder and lightning had stopped. Maybe she could coerce Daisy into the bed to snuggle.

"Don't you look delicious."

Sara almost dropped the candle she held. Two other candles burned in their holders, one on the dresser and one on the bedside table, joined by the bottle of wine and a glass. Matt sat on the edge of her bed, a mischievous smile in place.

"What are you doing here?" She clutched the towel to her body.

He stood, crossed the room, and came to stand a foot away. "Finishing what we started."

She backed up. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not a 'quickie' kind of girl."

"Oh, it won't be a quickie." He moved closer.

"I mean, I don't do one-night stands."

"Didn't plan on this being one of those." Closer.

"You said you've had a lot of lovers."

"I have." Now almost touching.

"I don't want to be another conquest. You don't live here. You'll be leaving soon. Right?"

"Wrong. That's one reason I want to get this project rolling. So I can put down roots somewhere for a while. Stop traveling so much."

His scent reached her now, that pine/orange, mixed with wood smoke. And a little man-sweat. Her pussy clenched and she gripped the candlestick to keep her hands from reaching out and grabbing him.

"My dad, he's just down the hall."

"And passed out by now, I'm sure. These rooms are pretty sound proof. We'll just have to try not to scream."

She didn't protest when he took the candlestick away, set it down, then pulled the towel away.

"Just stand there a minute and let me look at you."

She did, trying not to blush. Matt seemed genuinely turned-on by her body. And as he undressed, she was most definitely aroused by his. Strong legs, a powerful torso, arms that she wanted wrapped around her.

He held out his hand and led her to the bed.

"Sit. Open your legs."

She complied, and pulled in a breath as he kneeled, parted her thighs further, and began to lick her pussy. Long, slow strokes, sweeping upward and ending at her clit, which he flicked with his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair, tingles of pleasure rushing from her scalp to her toes. He continued this movement for several moments, then pulled back and slid a finger inside her.

Like he knew her body already, he found her G-spot. With just the right amount of pressure, he caressed it with one finger, while his thumb teased her clit. Sara planted her hands on the mattress and leaned back on the bed, afraid she would fall over. The tingles had turned to bolts of ecstasy; she could barely sit upright.

Finally, after only a few minutes of this bliss, she pushed his hand away. "Stop. I'm going to come right now."

"Nothing wrong with that." The glow from the candles illuminated his eyes, gone dark with desire.

"I want to wait for you."

"Go ahead. I'll catch up."

He smiled and put his mouth back on her clit, slid two fingers inside her channel, then reached up to fondle her breasts. Stroking first one, then the other, he tortured her nipples to almost painful points.

Sara squirmed on the bed. She'd never had a man pay this kind of attention to her body. Like he truly wanted to please her, make her happy. And suddenly, she wanted to do the same to him. She moved away, onto the middle of the mattress, and got up on all fours.

"I want to taste you now, want you in my mouth."

He looked as though he would protest, for a moment, but then he stood. Oh yeah, the guy was ready. She bit her lip at the size of his erection. His cock was not overly long but thick, and she knew from having held it earlier, it would be hard. She crawled to him and before he could utter a word, bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

He moaned, and it was his turn to grab her hair. Up and down his shaft she pulled her mouth, sucking, using her tongue to circle the head, grazing gently with her teeth down lower. Kyle had always demanded blow jobs and for the first time ever, Sara was glad she'd practiced so much. Balancing herself on one hand, she licked the fingers of the other and used them to stroke his balls.

Matt's breath came in short, shallow pants. "Enough." He stepped back. "I can't take that anymore. I've got to get inside you, now. Turn around."

She did, not certain she could support herself with her trembling arms. This kind of sexual excitement was totally new. All her other encounters had been good, and most of the time she'd reached orgasm (as long as she told Kyle and her one other boyfriend, what to do) but this exceeded her wildest imaginings. The energy that flowed between her and Matt had her lit up like a firework, ready to explode. She half wanted to prolong the experience, half desperately wanted to reach her climax.

Uh-oh. Wait. "Did you bring the…"

"I did."

The sound of a foil packet tearing caused another burst of wet. Any second, he would slide that magnificent cock inside her. She shuddered when he grasped her cheeks, then rubbed his rod along her ass.

"I'm going to get in there, next time." He slapped her, just hard enough to sting and make her bite back a yelp of pleasure. "But now…"

She did cry out when he plunged his rod inside her. A perfect fit, like she knew it would be. They both paused for a moment, reveling in the feel of utter bliss. Then, he moved, slowly, sliding in and out. She clamped her muscles down once, delighting in the groan of pleasure that move produced. When he reached around and found her clit again, she tried hard to remember to be quiet. The way he stroked her, teasing, light, then hard, made her want to scream for more.

When he pinched her throbbing bud, she couldn't hold back. Grabbing a handful of the sheets, she buried her head in a pillow, to stifle her bellow as she came. The orgasm ripped through her like the lightning bolts that had hammered the house all night.

"That's it, baby, come for me. Damn, you got me hot. Hold on."

Both hands back on her ass, he rammed into her, and as he found his own release a moment later, bent over and burrowed into her neck, to stifle his shout of joy.

For a moment he remained wrapped around her, both of them breathing hard. Then he climbed onto the bed, skimmed off the condom, and pulled her down next to him, her back to his stomach. He slowly ran his hand over her torso, his rough palm on her now-sensitive skin sending shivers rippling every which way. She stroked his leg.

"You do something with those hands. They're rough."

"Sorry." He stopped.

"No, I like it." She put his hand back.

"I do work outdoors whenever I can. Chop some wood, fix stuff myself. I like to keep active."

"You're in great shape." She turned around, nestled into his chest, and trailed a fingertip along his abdomen.

"Touch me again," he commanded.

"What, here?" She tiptoed her fingers down lower, then wrapped them around his cock and squeezed. "Holy shit." She laughed as he instantly grew hard again.

"I'll bet you're ready too."

"No. I don't ever come more than once."

But his fingers were already busy, stroking her slick clit, rubbing her juices all over her pussy.

"I've only got the one condom so we'll have to do each other like this."

"Really, I don't think I…oh damn."

He'd slid a finger into her ass, just a tip, but enough to make her whimper with need. How could he maneuver one hand so expertly, to play her body like a musical instrument?

"Relax, let me take care of you."

So she did, closing her eyes and giving herself up to ultimate pleasure. He moved his fingers skillfully, gauging her need, flowing with a perfect rhythm. To her wonder and delight, she came again, a gentler peak this time, but still enough to make her back arch and force her to clench her teeth to contain the sounds she wanted to make.

Back flat on the bed, she realized she'd let go of his cock and reached down to grasp it again. He gently pushed her hand away.

"I'm done for the night, darlin'. Let me just hold you awhile, enjoy this amazing buzz."

She burrowed into him, breathing in his scent as she lay her head on his chest. Amazing buzz was right! She wanted to stay awake for hours, just to enjoy this better-than-anything-ever feeling, but between those two mind-blowing orgasms and the rest of the night's activity, her body and mind proved to be done also. In moments, she drifted to sleep.

****

"Hey, wake up. Shhhh."

Sara woke, totally confused for a few seconds. Darkness filled the room and the clock on her nightstand showed six o'clock. Then she remembered where she was and, oh yeah, who she was with. A smile curved her lips and she kissed Matt's chest, licking his erect nipple, enjoying his quiet moan.

"Don't start. I won't stop. Damn it, I want you again."

"So let's."

He rolled away and sat up. "I'm heading back to my own room. Doug is an early riser and I don't think he would be too happy to find me in bed with his daughter."

"I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions." A stab of cold twisted in her heart. "So you're leaving? You don't want to see me again?"

"Hell no. I
want
to see you. A lot. Let's just introduce this idea to your dad slowly. Without us being naked. I plan to rent a place here in Clayton, so I'll be around."

"For real? You plan to stay here, in Clayton?" Sara rose up on one forearm.

"I do. And if you're here, I'll have all the more incentive." With one finger, he drew a slow, lazy line down her arm, then looked her straight in the eye. "You said you like nice guys. I make cookies, I paint, and I plan to get a cat. I'll never be one of those black-leather bad boys. If that's what you want, it's not who I am, I'm telling you upfront."

So there
was
one nice guy left in the world after all. Cooking, painting, cats, and a big heart able to show generosity to others. Oh, and a heck of great partner in bed. Life suddenly looked better than her best romance novel.

"You are exactly what I want." Sara planted a kiss on his lips. "I'll see you at breakfast."

And later. Lots more later, if she had her way.

THE END

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