Dating Dr Notorious

by Donna McDonald

  Regina opened the door quietly and saw Ben Kaiser sleeping peacefully on her bed. Then she saw his face pressed into her nightclothes. She had to bite a quivering bottom lip to keep from crying at the sweetness of the gesture.

  Damn the man for blasting a hole in every defense mechanism she had spent years creating for herself. At every turn, Ben Kaiser stripped her down emotionally to nothing more than a wishing, hopeful mess of a woman. Regina wanted to hate him for it, but between his tongue probing kisses and the finger-sucking thing, she was too far gone to fight the physical attraction between them.

  All she could hope now was that there would be enough of her left when Ben was done to go on without him when she needed to do so.

  Regina stepped out of her shoes and dropped her bag into a chair. After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, she came back out and crawled onto the bed beside Ben, wearing only her slip. It was the best she could do not having brought any seduction wear with her. She hadn’t even brought any sexy underwear along, so she’d come to bed without any at all, hoping it would shock and please Ben a little to discover the absence of it later.

  Her body barely hit the bed before Ben pulled her into his arms. Sleepy or not, Regina realized, Ben had been waiting for her to return.

  “I missed you,” Ben whispered as his hands stroked her back firmly, making her arch against him.

  Regina felt him run both hands down her hips and across the silky slip before he paused. His hands shook a little as they pulled the hem of the slip up her legs. When he could get his hands fully under it, Ben unerringly found her naked backside. The quiver in his touch and his ragged sigh made Regina giggle. It had taken the man all of fifteen seconds to discover she was naked under the slip.

  “Regina,” Ben choked, one hand moving to the front of her thighs and between her legs to discover she was already very hot and very wet. Ben left his hand there, absorbing his discovery, while his heartbeat tried to find a steady pace that wouldn’t rocket him off somewhere without her.

  Regina clamped her thighs to hold Ben’s hand in place between them, and then leaned into him to kiss his neck, enjoying the rough scrape of beard already growing there.

  Ben sighed against her hair and dipped his mouth to hers. His tongue sought hers for a lifeline, and Regina threw it out to him willingly. He broke their kiss roughly and pulled back to look at her.

  “Condom or no condom?” Ben demanded desperately.

  “No condom. There’s no chance of pregnancy,” Regina told him. “I decided I feel the same way you do about trust.”

  Ben kissed her hard in reply, his jaw tight with a determination that actually worried her a little.

  “I need to have my hand back,” Ben said logically, “unless you know another way to get me out of my clothes.”

  Regina loosened her thighs and laughed when Ben groaned and slid a teasing intimate finger across her wet heat before moving away. He rolled agilely to the side of the bed and stood. When his shirt came off Regina stared in shock at the hard abs and the flat stomach. She had expected Ben to look good, but had not expected him to look unbelievably hot.

  “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding such an amazing body under dress shirts,” she exclaimed. “That’s got to be a crime somewhere.”

  Ben laughed at her flamboyant praise. “Well, I spent a lot of time working off frustration the last several years. This six-pack is a testimony to just how frustrated I was.”

  When his pants and underwear hit the floor, Regina drew in a breath at surprise number two.

  “Holy shit,” she said, unable to stop the expletive. It’s one thing to see a picture of a well-endowed man, totally another to be confronted with a real one standing by your bed. Ben was completely naked now, hands on hips, grinning at her stare.

  Regina was speechless again, the second time he’d caused her to be so, but it was obvious Ben was waiting for her to say how she felt about the size of his—assets. She made a mental note to cover the etiquette of this moment in her next book. In the meantime, well she’d have to settle for honesty.

  “Sorry about the swearing, but based on my limited experience, you’re a bit more endowed than I was expecting. I’ve never seen a man like you outside of a textbook.” Regina sighed, wishing she could have had time to think of something more sexy to say. She probably sounded like a silly girl.

  “Are you afraid of my size?” Ben asked plainly, knowing that level of honesty was what someone like Regina would expect.

  She checked in with herself for worry, but found only anticipation. “Not so far. I’ll let you know if I have any problems,” Regina told him, meaning it. She patted the space beside her. “Come to bed, Ben.”

  When Ben came back, he stretched out, letting his erection rest on Regina’s thigh after he’d climbed in beside her.

  When Regina put a tentative hand between them to stroke his length, Ben closed his eyes in gratitude for the touch.

  “Catherine was sick for two years before she died,” Ben told her softly. “We had separate bedrooms toward the end. I haven’t had sex with a woman in a really long time, Regina. I can tell you for a fact I’m not going to last more than five minutes inside you.”

  Regina said nothing, just gently stroked his length in appreciation of the man. She was thrilled when Ben moaned.

  “Hell, I might not even last five minutes if you keep stroking me like that,” Ben warned. “There’s going to be a second, and maybe even a third time tonight. I will take care of your needs, Regina. I’m going to eventually make you very glad you let me in your bed.”

  Regina laughed then, making a sound of pity with her tongue as she shook her head. “If we’re sharing bedroom confessions, then what you need to know about me is I don’t fake my orgasms, Ben. So don’t be hurt if I don’t have one. Now get inside me, and let’s get the first time over,” she said to him teasingly. “Your promises just make me more impatient. I’m already thinking about next time.”

  Ben happily rolled himself onto her fully, his erection settling between her soft thighs. He pulled and pushed the slip completely above her waist as Regina spread her legs to give him access.

  “You don’t have to wait,” Regina said on a moan. “I’ve been ready for you since the first time you kissed me.”

  “God, Regina. You’re so damn honest,” Ben groaned, and began to ease into her gently, withdrawing and moving forward just a little at a time.

  Regina murmured approval as she lifted her knees to make more room for him. When Ben was halfway inside her depths, Regina realized this was where she had been before with other men. Moments later Ben was more deeply inside her than that and her heartbeat thundered in surprise, maybe some worry even. Then as if he knew her concerns, Ben stopped to kiss her neck, to probe her mouth with his tongue, and to whisper how much he wanted her in her ear.

  “Ben, please,” Regina called finally, tired of him holding back. She wanted all of him.

  Ben groaned in relief when he finally plunged home inside Regina all the way.

  “Ben,” Regina called, her throat tight with emotion. Realizing Ben fit completely inside her like a missing puzzle piece, tears welled at the rightness of it. It wasn’t long before she was openly weeping as she lifted her hips to meet Ben’s deep and possessive thrusts.

  “Where have you been all my life, Ben Kaiser?” she asked furiously, because for her anger was the emotion always closest to the surface.

  He’d been having another life, Ben thought, but couldn’t say that to Regina. So instead he pressed down hard on her, appreciating the way she tilted and pushed her hips against his as she strained to take him even more deeply. Her struggles were so instinctive to mate herself to him they banished the caution Ben had used with every woman until her. He might hurt her, but the urge to make her his was too powerful to ignore, so he simply gave her all of himself.

  “I’m here now,” Ben said at last, happily driving himself into her over and over. “And I am so damn glad t
o be in you.”

  Then unwilling, but unable to fight the need any longer, Ben released himself inside her. “I’m sorry, honey. I knew I wasn’t going to last long enough.”

  Regina stilled, kissing his neck, still moaning against the feel of him buried so deeply inside her there was no escaping his possession. She lowered her legs and brought both of them under his, in the process trapping his throbbing length deep inside her, holding him prisoner with her thighs.

  “I look forward to next time,” Regina told him.

  She crossed her ankles and squeezed her legs to hold his length in place against the perfect spot, thinking this was a special heaven with someone as endowed as Ben. Then she discovered her hips had a mind of their own as she clutched his hips tight and stroked herself against what was left of his impressive erection, which was more than some men ever had.

  Ben felt tremors starting deep within Regina, so he rose a little and pressed down a few times more, sliding what was left of his hardness against her until she called his name in release.

  “There’s my girl,” he whispered, satisfied more now because she was as well. As her tremors faded, Ben kissed Regina’s hair, the corner of her eyes, and licked away the tears of relief flowing freely down her face. Her passionate, full out response to everything continually thrilled him.

  After Regina calmed, she swore softly in both embarrassment and pleasure. “Now I’m the one who’s sorry. I can’t believe I did that,” she told him.

  She all but demanded an orgasm from him, and Ben had answered as best he could. Not that she had given him much choice. Great first time etiquette, she scolded herself. She was glad the mostly dark room hid her flaming cheeks.

  Ben laughed against her hair. “Sorry you did what? Showed me how to give you what you wanted and needed. Don’t worry it, Regina. I ask for directions when I get lost, too.”

  She snorted beneath him. “I warned you I wasn’t nice,” Regina said quietly against Ben’s throat, kissing his heartbeat there. “Just don’t pull away for a couple of minutes, okay?”

  Ben kissed her back, settling his weight more comfortably on top of her. He had no desire to leave her body yet. He even waited until Regina was asleep before easing himself gently away.

  *** *** ***

  About two in the morning, Regina woke while Ben was removing the rest of her clothes.

  “Hi,” she said, sleepy but excited again to see Ben bending over her. “I’m really glad you’re still here.”

  When the slip was over her head and heading to the floor, Ben ran appreciative hands over the lacy bra under it.

  “Where else would I be?” Ben asked, his dry tone implying just how strange he thought Regina’s comment was under the circumstances.

  When her clothes were completely gone, Ben pulled Regina to the edge of the bed until her feet touched the floor. Leaning himself at an angle to her body, Ben stood on the floor between her knees, rocking himself into Regina until she screamed in release.

  Not long after, she begged him to stop moving. Staying inside her, Ben remained bent over her body, bracing himself on his hands as he watched her breathing go from erratic to normal again.

  “Oh no,” Ben told her, when Regina’s eyelids drooped and she started to drift away. “No sleeping yet, I’m not done with you, lady.”

  Regina moaned as Ben kissed her breasts, laving the ends with his tongue until both nipples were straining once more. Then Ben lifted and dragged Regina up into the bed until he was poised above her.

  Hard and pulsing still, he pushed inside her as far as he could get once more. Stroking her slowly and thoroughly to another climax, Ben finally allowed himself to stroke as hard as he wanted until he found blessed relief as well.

  When the waves of pleasure stopped rolling through him, he kissed Regina deeply in gratitude while their hearts hammered in sync with each other. Afterward, Regina curled up next to him, sighing brokenly over and over in the dark as she drifted back to sleep.

  Ben held her to him tightly, kissing her quivering body when he couldn’t help himself. He was happy with her satisfaction, but quite aware he hadn’t even lost the edge of his need for her yet. The possessive feelings he had were too much too soon, Ben knew, but they were growing stronger every moment he spent with Regina.

  Ben stared at the ceiling for a long time, pondering the amazement of how much he enjoyed being with her, before he finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

  *** *** ***

  About five in the morning, Ben woke up fully aroused again to find Regina had taken what she could of his length into her mouth. It was a pleasure he’d seldom known in his life and certainly hadn’t expected so soon with Regina.

  She did things to him with her teeth and tongue, things Ben hadn’t even known were possible, until eventually giving him the longest orgasm of his life. Since Ben literally couldn’t move afterward, he had to wonder how any man could have found the energy to run away from Regina Logan’s bed.

  “So how did I do?” Regina asked Ben, watching his labored breathing return to something a little more normal.

  Ben opened tired eyes to see her head still resting on one of his legs, her red hair spread across his thigh.

  “How did you do?” Ben laughed, thinking Regina was teasing or fishing for a compliment.

  He yelped when Regina smacked his other thigh with a stinging hand. “Ouch! What was that for?” Ben asked, shocked by her action.

  “Damn it, Ben. Don’t laugh at my question. I need to know,” Regina demanded. “It was my first time.”

  “Your first time?” Ben demanded. “You’re telling me I’m the first man you ever went down on?”

  Ben swore in disbelief and threw an arm across his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at her. On one hand, the woman was amazing both for her sexual knowledge and her enthusiasm. On the other, Ben was simply elated to be Regina Logan’s first in anything.

  “God help me,” Ben said quietly, thinking he should have paid more attention to what Alfred and Daniel said about her. Regina was both a testimony and a contradiction to what the world thought of her.

  Expecting simple praise and not understanding Ben’s odd reaction, Regina shrugged in the semi-dark. “I knew how to do it. I just hadn’t practiced. I wasn’t interested in pleasuring a man that way before you,” she told him.

  “Damn, Regina,” Ben choked out her name. Humbled, and on the verge of admitting the depth of his feelings for her, all Ben could safely say was her name over and over. Her confession was just too much after a night of what Ben already considered the best sex of his life. He closed his eyes trying to think of a suitable reply, but instead fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  While Ben’s words weren’t the flowery compliment she had hoped for, Regina took Ben’s disbelief that he was her first as a sign of her expertise, and his dead sleep as proof of her success. Leaving his lap reluctantly, Regina crawled up to the pillow to tuck herself contentedly next to Ben’s sleeping form.

  She ran a hand across his chest and hard stomach, wondering what Ben did to keep himself so fit at his age. Though not overweight herself, her body was soft and not nearly in as good shape as his. Regina had never liked exercising, so Alexa and Lauren were both better physically maintained than she.

  Not the least bit naïve, Regina knew there were any number of younger, more attractive women who’d gladly take her place next to Ben Kaiser if given even half a chance.

  Regina sighed in true contentment as she studied Ben’s sleeping form in the dark. Her hand found its way down until it rested on the flaccid proof she had finally managed to sate the closet sex fiend Ben had turned out to be.

  Thinking life was strange and sometimes wonderful, Regina contentedly followed Ben into sleep.

  Chapter 4

  In the week that followed Norfolk, Ben called twice to say hello and just to say he missed her. Lauren had been right about Ben Kaiser being a nice man. A nice man, Regina had learned, didn’t ravish a woman in b
ed and then just never call.

  A nice woman, Regina had concluded, would have been grateful for such common courtesy. Unfortunately, Dr. Regina Logan was not often a nice woman. She might have been a nice woman once, but it had been too long ago for her to remember what it had been like.

  As the week wore on, Regina found herself growing more and more frustrated as she worried about the attraction between her and Ben. If they were seen together, there would be public hell to pay. If they didn’t see each other, then what would happen? The thought of never being with Ben again almost made her ill.

  Because of her churning emotions, she was hardly sleeping or eating. Normally, she could blame mood swings on her peri-menopausal symptoms or her insomnia, but not this time. She hadn’t even had a hot flash since Ben had kissed her at the country club fundraiser.

  This time it was all about the man.

  Regina knew she had been a trial all week to her medical office staff and not as supportive as usual to her clients. On Friday, she cancelled appointments and closed her office early in penance. It eased some of the guilt, but in the end didn’t get to the root of her distress.

  She needed help figuring things out, but since she was at the top of her field that narrowed the list of people qualified to help her. In fact, she knew only two people who even came close to the level of expertise she needed.

  *** *** ***

  “My God, you look awful,” Alexa said, taking in Regina’s pale face and baggy clothes as she sat dejectedly in a chair across from her. Even Regina’s white doctor’s coat was wrinkled. Alexa waved to the bartender at Eddy’s and pointed to Regina.

  Lauren looked at Regina frowning, unable to hide her deep disappointment. She’d been so sure Ben was going to follow Regina to Norfolk. He must have run screaming from Dr. Logan after all, Lauren concluded. That’s the only reason Regina could possibly look so destroyed.

  “I’m sure things will look better after a couple martinis,” Lauren cooed, rubbing Regina’s hand. “You look so tired, honey.”