“You mean the moans from a minute ago weren’t enough to get your motor running? Ah!”
He pressed his hips into mine so I could feel just how revved his motor was. “Oh, it was plenty satisfying,” he licked my neck long and slowly until my knees buckled and he had to hold me just to keep me upright. “But my goal is to keep you moaning all night. Until the sun comes up.”
Holy fucking shit! “In that case, I’m happy to oblige. Let’s go get me some moan-worthy food.”
The steak and lobster was nearly as moan-worthy as the man seated across from me, smiling with that dark sensual look in deep stormy gray eyes. But the best part of the meal, for me, was watching him watch me as I enjoyed every bite. And don’t even get me started on the clarified butter that dripped from my fingers. “You’re right, that was truly incredible.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
I blinked, shocked he’d been able to figure out I was feeling indecisive. “I was trying to decide if your reaction would be worth the stares it would draw if I licked this butter from my fingers. But-,”
“Yes. Absolutely fucking yes, Dani.”
I made it to my middle finger before he dropped a few bills on the table, stood abruptly and grabbed my hand—again—and pulled me out of the restaurant.
“So,” I began, trying for calm as several tables turned to look at us. “Dessert at my place?”
He gave me a dark look over his shoulder. “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” He winked and once again I wondered if crotchless panties were the right choice for a man like Ty, able to get a woman soaking wet with one hot look.
The drive back to my place was quiet and tense, but I could hardly focus on any of that because Ty’s big hand remained on my leg the whole trip, drawing slow lazy circles on my inner thigh, occasionally letting his pinky graze my exposed pussy. When he pulled to a stop in my driveway, I jumped from the car, eager to put some distance between us.
I was nervous, not only about the response he invoked in me, but also the intensity of the chemistry between us. I liked sex as much as the next person, maybe more than since I could appreciate the therapeutic benefits of it without getting emotional. But it had been more than a year since I’d gotten this up close and personal with a man and I felt nervous. Inadequate in the face of a man as potent as Ty, which I know was ridiculous since we’d already had sex. But this was more than therapeutic. This was deliberate, purposeful and premeditated. This was sex for the sake of only one thing. Pleasure. Still, I wanted this and I unlocked the door and rushed inside, Ty followed close behind me.
“Want something to drink?”
He nodded, wearing a sexy grin that had my gaze focused on his mouth as he said, “No.”
No? Okay, then. I poured myself a shot of amber liquid, it was scotch or whiskey, but it didn’t matter which at the moment since it was nothing but liquid courage. The room temperature liquid slid down my throat, leaving a trail of heat in its wake that had nothing on the heat Ty left behind.
“Okay.”
“Second thoughts?”
“No. Just nervous.” Why did I admit that? I was a grown woman. A professional. I could do this. No problem.
“Take off the dress Dani.”
I looked up and my eyes locked with his, commanding and intense just like his tone. My hands went to the bow tied at my waist and slowly tugged on the strings until the dress opened. I arched my back and held my shoulders perfect so the wrap dress slid to the floor. “Better?”
“Getting there,” he growled as his gray eyes took me in, my small but perky breasts were barely concealed in the black demi-cup, giving him a perfect view of hard, pink nipples. And the black lace panties were decoration, with my plump and moist pussy exposed for his gaze only. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I stood taller at his praise and the hungry look aimed my way.
“Now the bra.” His eyes never left mine as my hands reached back to unhook the clasps of my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms until it found a home on the floor with my dress. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties but his words stopped me. “Leave them on.”
Shit. Okay, then. I stood in nothing but panties and stilettos. Nothing existed right now but the two of us. “Take off your pants.”
Ty blinked in surprise but he shucked his jeans and his shoes before he took a seat on the sofa, legs spread apart and a hungry look in his eyes that had my legs quivering under the force of my need for him. “Come here.”
With a wiggle in my hips, I took several slow steps to him and stopped right between his long, strong legs. He reached for me but this was my show now. The sight of his cock trying to rip the fabric of his boxers in half to get free, made my mouth water and I sank to my knees. “I’m here,” I told him and rubbed my palm over the hard length of him. “Now what?”
“Now you come give me what I want.”
I smiled. Want. Why a man like him wanted a nerdy but slightly weird doctor, I had no clue. But this man was absolutely perfect and my body was seconds from an orgasm so I’d worry about that part later. I reached into his shorts and gripped his cock, hissing in pleasure at his silky skin and rock hard erection. He lifted his hips so I could take the boxers off.
“What about what I want?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer before sliding my tongue across the liquid pooling at the slit of his cock.
“Fuck, Dani.”
Yeah, that’s right. My lips wrapped around his tip as my tongue swirled nonstop, absorbing the warm, masculine flavor of him. He groaned and his hips began to rock as I took more of him into my mouth, sliding all the way to the back of my throat before pulling him out again and French kissing the head of his cock. He tasted like heaven and man, and fucking sunshine on the Fourth of July and I got comfortable, grabbing his sac while I licked and sucked every inch of him.
“Dani,” he called in warning as his hips began to move faster. My eyes opened and looked right into his, filled with raw need. I kept my gaze on him as I pleasured him, enjoying the way his gray eyes slowly burned to black. “Fuck!” His hips jerked and he slid deep down my throat, forcing me to swallow around him. “Fuck, Dani. Fuck!”
I broke free. “You know you want to,” I told him with a naughty smile as I licked my lips. “Do it.”
With a growl, he held my face gently, hips moving faster and faster so his cock slid down my throat, nearly choking me. Another rough growl ripped from him and he roared my name as I held tight to his strong legs. He tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let him, tugging on his sac as I took him as deep as I could, I let my tongue massage the pulsing vein that ran the length of his cock as he spilled down my throat. He clenched every time I swallowed down around him.
“You, Doctor, are a very naughty girl.”
I gave his beautiful cock one final lick and stood. “Why, thank you Fly Guy.”
Ty grabbed my wrist, his jaw clenched and body tense with unsated lust, and tugged me until I was on his lap. “As much as I wanted to come deep inside you, that was fantastic. Thank you.” He kissed my neck, slow, drugging kisses that had my hips moving along his cock, still at half-mast.
“I should thank you. I can’t remember ever having so much fun with my mouth on a cock before.” I laughed and he joined in, the sound vibrating the surface of my skin.
“You can have fun with my cock anytime.”
That was a plan I was on board with. But first, I needed more. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” One hand slid down my neck on a gentle glide. Between my breasts and down my belly. He didn’t stop until his fingers slid between slick folds, dripping with desire. Two fingers plunged deep, in and out, he watched transfixed by the view. I was left speechless by his reaction to pleasing me, it turned me on even more and I began to ride his hand.
“Make yourself come on my hand,” he growled.
“No. I want to come around your cock.” I smiled when it grew hard under me. “Yeah, that’s what I want.” I moved faster on hi
s hand and felt the stirrings of my orgasm, but I was determined not to have it. Not yet, anyway. I froze and looked down at him. “I mean it Ty.”
His thumb slid around my clit, making my hips buck. He chuckled and did it again. “You sure? Because I can make you come now,” he pinched my clit. “And later.”
“Okay.” That’s all I got out before his thumb flicked hard and fast over my clit and sent me right over the edge. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, now we fuck.” He had a naughty glint in his eye that matched my own as he pulled his fingers from my body and rubbed them across my breasts. “Wrap your legs around me,” he groaned and stood before I locked my ankles behind him. “Yeah, just like that.”
“No, just like…that,” I groaned as my kitty found his cock and I sank down on him. Not enough, just a few inches to make me greedy for more. “More, please Ty.”
“Bedroom,” he growled at me.
“Upstairs, but I want you right now. Here.”
“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He growled but laid me down and I recognized the first landing on my staircase. “But I want you too, Dani. So fucking bad.” And he slid home, his long thick cock surging deep inside me, filling me until I thought I might burst. “Fuck. So tight.”
I grinned wide and rolled my eyes. “Remember last time I told you, it’s been awhile?”
He smiled and licked my juices off my nipple. “Yeah, I just like how fucking tight you are, squeezing my cock in your wet,” he pulled out and slid deep, “hot,” he grunted as he pulled out and slid in again. “Pussy.”
My back arched off the floor because his cock felt so good moving inside me. Actually, it felt too damn good and I had nothing to grab on to, nowhere to look other than at intense dark gray eyes that held me, spellbound as his body moved within me. My skin heated, prickled as sexual energy flowed through my veins, thick and heavy like lava. It felt incredible. Amazing. Like he was trying to fuck his way into my soul and I had to look away from that stare that made me believe in something he wasn’t offering. But hell, it felt like heaven. “Ty, yes.” I lifted my legs and he slid in deeper and that was just what I needed, the feel of his body against mine, scraping against my clit with every stroke. “Ty!”
“Yeah, you fucking like that don’t you? You’re close, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me.” He punctuated his words with slow, steady strokes that kept my blood simmering, but somewhere along the way he thrust deeper and harder. Hungrier.
I was close. So close that I knew it would take nothing to set me off, but I knew what would send us both over the edge. My hand snaked between us on a slow journey to my clit, tracked by his eyes.
“Yeah I like it. I love it.”
“Me too, baby.” One hand joined mine at my clit and together we pushed each other into the atmosphere, screaming and convulsing in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
“Fuck. Me. That was unforgettable.” It was more than that, much more, but my brain was in no position to dissect every emotion at the moment as my body floated in a languid pattern back down to earth. His heavy body still pressed into me and I loved it. Savored it. Relished it. He radiated heat, his slick skin made me tingle all over. “Ty.”
“Dani. That was…fuck that was out of this world.”
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I held him tight, hoping this rush of emotion was just sex and adrenaline and a few orgasms.
Not feelings.
Please god, anything but feelings.
Ty
“Do you think Aunt Amelia will like me?” Bobby sat in the passenger seat of my car while we waited for Dani to come out. I’d left her house late last night, well early this morning and she was running behind. “Do you?”
“She will love you because you are the best little boy in the world.” I ruffled his hair. “Plus, your dessert skills are going to seal the deal.”
“But what if I mess it up? Like burn it or something?”
He looked so worried, those big sliver-blue eyes the perfect blend of me and Tilly, my heart squeezed for him. “You haven’t burned anything in a really long time.” He didn’t believe me. “You don’t need to be nervous son, if anyone will understand it is a woman who loves cooking as much as you do. You think she makes everything perfect all the time?”
His face twisted in thought and he shook his head. “No.”
“Then why would she expect you to when you’re only seven?” His shoulders relaxed back into the seat for a moment before he jumped up on his knees.
“Dani! Hi Dani! You look pretty today,” he shouted even though the windows and doors were all closed. “Dani!”
“Hey Bobby! You look handsome dude. I like that shirt,” she winked and I could have hugged her because he always felt self-conscious about wearing his nerdy giraffe tee.
“Thanks. You look pretty too!”
She looked more than pretty in fitted jeans tucked into soft knee-high boots, with a sexy red sweater with a neckline that almost showed her shoulders. “Yeah, you look real pretty Dr. Dani.” She winked at me from the backseat, to which Bobby and I both objected. “Why are you sitting back there?”
“Why not? I’ve got all this room back here and two handsome men to look at.”
“Girls sit in the front, Dani!”
“Really, who says?” She looked from Bobby to me and back, a sly grin on her face. “Besides, I’m not a girl. I am a woman.”
Bobby sighed. “That’s just a grown up girl,” he groaned and rolled his eyes. “You sit in the front.”
“Nope. You’re already there and I’m fine back here. I swear.”
She convinced Bobby though I still didn’t like it. But I recognized the determined set of her shoulders and the defiance in her eyes, and knew it would be a losing argument. So I put the car in gear and followed her instructions to Aunt Amelia’s house. The large Victorian sat back from the street, decorated with flowers, an American flag and plenty of character. “This it?”
She nodded. “This is home. Come on, boys!” She stepped from the car and opened Bobby’s door, helping him down. “Aunt Amelia is so excited to meet you, Bobby. She called me this morning to ask what kind of snacks you like. I told her spinach and carrots.”
He frowned and couldn’t suppress a whine of disappointment. “Aww, Dani.”
“Lucky for you she said carrots are for soup, so I’m sure we’ll have some tasty cookies.”
“All right!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the steps, leaving me to follow them at a distance.
“Aunt Amelia, we’re here!” Dani pulled us inside and a petite woman with long brown hair streaked with silver walked in wearing a smile and a colorful muumuu.
“Is that you Daniela? Oh it is!” She came closer, wrapping her thin arms around Dani who, somehow looked tall beside the diminutive woman. “You’re too damn skinny, girl.”
Dani laughed and sent Bobby a look that said, told ya so. “I’m not skinny Amelia, do you see all this,” she grabbed her ass and I swear I had to bite the inside of my jaw to stop from groaning.
“Oh honey, men like to have a little to grab,” she did a terrible job of whispering before turning her attention to me and Bobby. “And which of these handsome young men is Bobby?”
“I’m Bobby, Aunt Amelia, nice to meet you.”
“Well you’re a gentleman and a chef, I like you already.”
I could have kissed the old woman for somehow saying all the right things to put my son at ease. Instead, I kissed her cheeks in greeting. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, young lady.” She looked a lot younger than she was with smooth skin marred only by laugh lines at her mouth and eyes. She had kind blue eyes lined with green makeup. In her day she’d been a knockout because she was still beautiful today.
She blushed and laughed, squeezing my biceps too long to be appropriate. “Oh, and I can see why my niece hasn’t told me much about you, handsome. I’m Amelia,” she held out a hand which I shook.
“Tyson Hawke, nice to meet yo
u. Officially.”
Amelia grinned, looking pleased with herself. “Daniela show Bobby where we’ll be working while I show your friend the house.”
Dani grinned and mouthed, “sorry,” to me but she didn’t look sorry at all. “Come on Bobby, wait until you see this kitchen!” Her chatter faded as they went right and we went left.
“This house is a beast, isn’t it? I love it, but it is far too big for one woman and the occasional lover.”
I tripped at her words, not wanting to think about Amelia doing that with anyone. “It’s a beautiful home and it looks to be in great shape.”
She laughed and smacked my arm. “Nice dodge. So tell me Tyson, is my niece your lover?”
“I don’t know that she’d want me to answer that either way. I’ve heard your matchmaking is legendary.”
“Oh you are a nice one. It’s legendarily bad, and we both know it. I only do it to encourage her to get out there and date, and you are just the kind of man to pull a girl in whether she wants to or not.”
I raised a brow at her. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Oh you know it is, you handsome devil.” We climbed the staircase and she held my arm as we looked through the rooms. “She likes you a lot is my guess, but don’t go getting scared on me, Tyson. I don’t even think she realizes how much yet. So, what are your intentions?”
“I’m not sure, Amelia. I like her. She’s great. Beautiful and smart, kind. But I haven’t dated in a long time.” I didn’t know if I wanted another wife, anyway. Who could compare to losing your first love too soon?
“Well Dani doesn’t date, not really and not for a lack of interest. She’s smart and beautiful and men want her, but she just doesn’t see it. I think she’s going to see it with you.”
“You don’t know that, you didn’t know about me until a few minutes ago.”
“That tells me a lot. She always tells me when she meets a man and especially when she goes out on a date, because she hopes it’ll keep me off her back. She kept you a secret because she doesn’t know yet, which means anything is possible.”
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