Willow shrieks with delight and grabs my knee, shaking it so hard I’m afraid I might just fly right out the car door.
“I knew it. I knew there wasn’t anything wrong with you. It just took the right man, that’s all,” she says in the ever so hated, I told you so tone.
“Oh my God, Willow shut up, Simon can hear you,” I yell whisper.
“Simon is not listening. He gave up listening to my rambles a long time ago, right Simon?”
“Yes, Mrs. Wellington, I did indeed,” he answers looking in the rear view mirror. Just proving my point he is so totally listening.
Simon pulls the car up to the bistro and holds the door open for us with a grin on his face. Great, that’s just great. As I step out I see that same silver car again. Now the first time I felt uncomfortable, and the second time I gave it the benefit of the doubt, but a third time. This all just can’t be a coincidence. We get seats outside on the patio and order our dinner. For some reason I can’t stop touching my neck. I just have this strange feeling.
“What’s wrong with your neck?” Willow asks.
“Have you ever just had that feeling that you are being watched or something? I don’t know, I just feel like, I don’t know. Strange, like someone is staring at me or something.”
“Sometimes you do get that feeling, I don’t know how, but sometimes you just know someone is looking at you. You look over and sure enough someone is looking at you. It’s fascinating how you can sense someone is looking at you. Why, what’s got you all bugged out for?” Willow asks.
“I don’t know. I just have this strong feeling someone is watching me,” I tell her as I scan the area.
Willow looks around us and shakes her head.
“I don’t see anyone looking at you. Do you have a zit on your face? Maybe you feel self conscious about something. I know. Maybe your subconscious thinks that everyone knows you finally had an orgasm by a man,” she whispers.
“Oh my God, Willow, no one can tell that,” I say and kick her under the table.
Our food is delivered, and as I start to eat my salad, the feeling starts to go away, but the thought does not. We pay for our meal, and Simon delivers us to the spa. Of course Asher called ahead and ordered us the deluxe package which includes a mani/pedi, an aromatherapy massage, and a customized facial. The spa stayed open late just for the two of us. If that man loved Willow anymore than he already does, I think the two of them would become one person. I couldn’t be happier for him though. The spa was amazing, we both leave relaxed and pampered beyond belief. We have shiny polish on our fingers and toes and a glow in our cheeks. Simon drives us back to Willow’s, I kiss her on the cheek and get in my car and head home. I still have a few more hours of work to do and I hope to still talk to Kyle tonight.
Kyle
It’s getting late, but I better try to call Amelia before it gets any later. I sit in the on-call room and dial her number. She answers on the second ring and her voice is music to my ears once again.
“Hi, honey, how was your evening?” I ask her.
“I had a wonderful evening. Willow and I were whisked away by Asher’s driver to a little bistro for dinner then to the spa for some major pampering.”
“Sounds like you had a well deserved night out,” I tell her.
“How are the twins? Were there any more births tonight?” she asks excited.
“The twins are doing great. They will go home in the morning, and there was one more birth tonight,” I inform her.
“Ouch,” she shouts.
“Amelia, what’s wrong?” I ask with concern.
“Man that hurt. I walked right into the coffee table, and I totally ruined my pedicure. I was doing so well the past few days of not being a total klutz too.”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better later,” I promise.
“Eww you’re not going to kiss my toe. That’s disgusting.”
“You want to make a bet?” I ask her as a challenge.
“You can’t be serious,” she says.
“Honey, look I have to run. I just wanted to say goodnight. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night for dinner.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kyle. Have a good night,” she says in a sexy voice.
The rest of my shift goes by quickly. By the next morning I am ready to sleep in my own bed. I wrap up all my cases and make my notes in all the charts for the next doctors on duty. Exhausted I drive back to my house. I can get a few hours of sleep in before I need to pick up Amelia for dinner.
I am fully rested and excited to spend time with Amelia tonight. I dab on some cologne and grab my keys. The drive to Amelia’s takes no time at all, and I push the buzzer for her apartment. She buzzes me in and I think to myself I know she was expecting me, but she should ask who’s there before just buzzing me up. I’ll have to remember to mention it to her. That thought escapes my mind when she opens the door, and not only is she dressed in an amazing curve hugging black dress, but those shoes. She has on sexy as hell, fire engine red stilettos.
“Kyle?” she says.
“Hmm, oh sorry. You look amazing, but I have to tell you that you have the most exquisite taste in shoes.”
“Thank you. Come on in, I’m almost ready. Can I get you something to drink?” she asks.
“No, thank you,” I tell her and shut the door behind me.
She disappears for only a few minutes and returns with her bag and a smile on her face.
“How was your shift at the hospital?” she asks.
“It wasn’t too bad. I’m glad I only have to do a forty-eight hour shift once a month.”
I take her hand and kiss her on the cheek. We both walk out her door then she locks it behind us. We walk to the garage hand in hand, and I can smell her familiar intoxicating vanilla scent. I open her car door for her, and before she can step in I squeeze her hand, she turns those beautiful blue eyes to me and my heart skips a beat.
“It’s good to see you, Amelia,” I lean in and kiss her. She pulls slightly away and smiles.
“It’s good to see you too,” she says then kisses me like she hasn’t seen me in a week. It leaves me breathless. How can a woman turn your world completely upside down in a matter of a few days?
She steps into the car and I close her door gently. Once in the car, I grab her hand and hold it the entire way to the restaurant. I have always heard people say that love at first sight doesn’t exist, but I could argue the case well. Amelia and I have only gone out a few times. I can see the two of us together for the rest of my life.
We get to the restaurant and I valet the car. We walk into the steak house, and my mouth instantly starts to water. There’s nothing better than a good steak. We are shown to our table, and I pull out the chair for Amelia.
“Thank you,” she says.
I take my seat across the table from her, and we both look at the menus. I order the filet and mashed potatoes, she orders chicken and shrimp with a salad. We each order a glass of wine then I reach across the table and thread my fingers with hers. Looking deep in her eyes, I am lost in a trance. I could look into those beautiful blue eyes for the rest of the night.
Dinner was amazing and everything I had hoped it would be. After getting the car from valet, I don’t want the evening to be over.
“It’s not too late. I was wondering if you would like to go back to my place for a drink,” I ask hopeful.
“I’d like that,” she nods and turns the sweetest shade of pink.
I make the short drive to my house in a quiet subdivision not far from the hospital. I pull in the driveway and quickly go to her side and open the door for her. We walk hand in hand to the door, and the motion sensor lights turn on. I unlock the door and flip on the light just inside and throw my keys on the table in the hall.
“I’ll show you around if you like. It’s not much, but I fell in love with this house the first time I saw it.”
“It’s beautiful, Kyle.”
“There are three bedrooms and two
bathrooms. I have been slowly doing renovations to every room. It’s been a slow process, but so far I have the kitchen and the downstairs bath done.”
She looks around and her eyes light up when she sees the kitchen. She runs her fingers on the granite counter tops, and I could swear her eyes were twinkling.
“I love this kitchen. I love to cook and bake. I don’t have much time to do it anymore, but this kitchen is amazing.”
She walks into the family room and stops in front of the fireplace mantle. She takes a photo down and studies it for a few minutes.
“Is this Chloe?” she asks turning around, showing me the photo.
“Yes, that’s her and I, that’s the day we graduated from medical school. It was one of the happiest days of my life.”
“What’s the necklace you two have on?” she asks.
“Those were given to us by our parents as a graduation gift. It’s the caduceus. It’s the symbol of the medical profession. I never take mine off. Chloe never did either,” I tell her sadly as I feel for the necklace under my shirt.
“I’m sorry, Kyle, I didn’t mean to bring up something painful.”
“No, it’s OK. Let’s get us that drink. I think I have a bottle of wine in the refrigerator chilling.” I head back into the kitchen and grab the bottle of white wine from the refrigerator.
She places the photo back on the mantle and sits on the stool at the breakfast bar. I retrieve two wine glasses and pour us each a glass.
She finishes her wine in record time. I take the empty glass out of her hand and set it down in front of her. I lightly touch her face then thread my fingers through her hair. Pulling her mouth to mine, I take everything she has to offer. Her lips are soft and taste like wine. I stand in front of her and wrap her legs around my thighs.
The kiss turns heated, and she runs her hands under my shirt. She breaks off the kiss only long enough to rip my shirt off over my head. I lift her off the chair and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her dress rides up her thighs and I run my hands on her ass and pull her dress off over her head. I slowly walk to the stairs, never breaking our kiss and stop on the second step.
I press her back against the wall and kiss down her neck to the top of her red lace bra. Her hands are fisted in my hair almost to the point of pain, but fuck does it feel good. I pull her off the wall and carry her up the stairs, kissing her the whole way. Once in the bedroom, I unhook her bra and toss it on the floor. I lay her down on the bed and she wraps her legs around my back and crosses her ankles locking me in.
I take a nipple in my mouth and suck hard. She gasps and fumbles with the zipper of my pants. She lets me up, and I stand to remove my pants and socks. I pull her panties slowly down her legs.
“Leave the shoes on honey,” I whisper.
I am so ready to just sink into her, but I am fully aware that I need to see to her needs first. And that is something I can do willingly. I have been thinking about the first time nonstop. She was so responsive, and it is something I can quickly become addicted to.
I make my way down and she smells so damn good. She’s breathing heavy, anticipating my next move. Just like last time she’s on fire. Her legs start twitching as she writhes beneath me. It doesn’t take her long and she’s coming in my mouth, screaming my name. She digs those amazing heels in my back and I need to be inside her now. While she rides her orgasm back down, I reach in the night stand for a condom. I’m so turned on by just the noises she was making I don’t think it will take me long to find my own release. Rolling the condom on, I take my position over top of her. I can see the look of want in her eyes. She grabs my neck and pulls me down for a fierce kiss. I know she can taste herself on my lips and it’s beyond fucking hot. I slowly enter her and she makes whimpering noises.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she says.
I sink all the way in and start to move slowly. She’s so verbal and it feels so good I can feel myself quickly at the brink. She bucks her hips and flips me over on my back. In one swift movement she is riding me hard and deep. She bends her knees up and plants her feet on either side of my hips. She then leans back placing her hands on my knees. She moves slowly as her head falls back, the ends of her long blonde hair brush my upper thighs.
That is the finishing move. I sit up and grab her close, chest to chest and come with a deep groan. We’re both panting heavily. She pulls away slightly and kisses me softly on the lips. We lay back down and she places her cheek on my chest. I run my fingers through her hair and smooth it off to the side of her neck. We lay that way for some time, I love that her beautiful naked body is pressed to mine.
“I could totally fall asleep like this,” I tell her.
“I better get up and use the bathroom before I do fall asleep,” she whispers.
She gets up and sashays across the room, turning her head slightly to catch me staring at her glorious ass. She smiles and disappears down the hallway.
Chapter 9
Amelia
I close the bathroom door behind me and then remember I have no clothes in here, and I am wearing only my stilettos and that my clothes are scattered all over his house. Then there is a knock on the door.
“Amelia, I have your dress here, although I like you out of it much better than in it,” he says from the other side of the door.
I crack the door open and he hands me my clothes. I take them and he doesn’t let go right away. He peers over to look at me naked. With a devilish grin, he lets go and winks at me.
“I’ll wait downstairs for you,” he says.
I quickly dress and find him in the family room sitting on the couch. I sit next to him and put my head on his shoulder and wrap my arm around his waist. I flip off my shoes and draw my knees into his side. He pulls me close with his arm around my back and then kisses my hair.
“I was thinking, maybe you would like to stay the night. I have plans to play basketball with Spence in the morning. I could drive you home then, and pick you back up when I’m done, and then we can go on our hike.”
“I’d like that,” I say sleepily.
We stay close on the couch for a long while just holding each other. Then out of nowhere he lifts me up, and we head back upstairs to his bedroom. He tosses me gently on the bed and grabs me by the ankles. He looks from one foot to the other foot then grabs my right foot and kisses my big toe.
“A promise is a promise. I told you I would kiss it later.”
He walks to his dresser and pulls out a t-shirt and hands it to me. It’s old and soft. I move to kneel on the bed to take my dress off again. He kneels on the bed behind me and runs both hands down my arms. I get chills through my whole body. My happy place starts to get happy again. He pulls my dress up and off my body laying it at the foot of the bed. He kisses my bare shoulder over to my spine. He sweeps my hair to one side, tossing it in front of me. My head falls forward as he kisses down the center of my spine. When he reaches the small of my back, he trails around to my waist sending wild goose bumps up and down my body. He turns me so I’m facing him then kisses up my stomach and between my breasts. He lays me down on the pillow and we wrap each other in a comfortable tangle of limbs. My head is on his chest and soon I hear him breathing easy. I never did put that t-shirt on and I too am soon fast asleep.
In the morning I wake up still wrapped in his arms. Sure, I have woken up with a man in bed with me before, but this time is different. Roger would be rolled over facing away from me as far away as he could get. Kyle still has a firm hold on me even while he sleeps. I start to draw lazy circles on his abs. His breathing changes and I know he is waking up. He squeezes me and kisses the top of my head.
“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” he asks in a sexy gravely morning voice.
“I did. How about you, how did you sleep?” I ask him.
“I haven’t slept this well in two years,” he says with a sigh.
“That’s good,” I say as I kiss the side of his chest.
He loosens his grip on
me as I slide farther down his body. He grabs my hair in a loose pony tail in his hand. I kiss down his ever so sexy chiseled lower abs. I run my hand down his upper thigh and massage my way back up. I grab a hold of him in my hand and stroke ever so softly up and down. I slip him in my mouth and he moans with pleasure. I take it slow and sink to the root then back up to the tip again. I fist his balls ever so gently in my hand as I run my tongue deep down the underside of his shaft deep into his balls, making him gasp. I take all of him back in my mouth as far down as I can go and continue to move up and down slowly. I know he’s close. I can feel and hear him losing all control. He whispers my name.
“I’m coming,” he says.
I take it all. I take all he has to offer, and I love it. When he’s done I sit up and smile at him.
“Amelia you didn’t have to do that. I’m not complaining one bit, trust me. My God that was phenomenal, but I don’t want you to think I expect that.”
“I don’t. I wanted to. I love making you lose control. I love the way you say my name when you’re coming.”
“Come up here,” he pulls me up to his mouth and kisses me. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the beating of his heart.
“How about if I make us some coffee and some breakfast then I can drive you home? I’m supposed to meet Spence in an hour. Did you have anything planned this morning?” he asks while gently stroking my hair.
“Coffee sounds good. I was thinking I could make us dinner tonight. I know we have our hike planned, but I make a mean pot roast. I can throw everything in the crock pot when I get home and it will be perfect when we get back from our hike.”
“A mean pot roast, you say?” he says, tucking his chin into his chest to look at me.
“I make it for my family all the time. It’s one of their number one requests. It’s called, to die for pot roast, and once you’ve had it, you’ll agree. It doesn’t take long at all to throw together. Then after our hike we can go back to my apartment and have a nice quiet dinner.”
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