The Doctor's Fake Nanny(20)

"I like how brave you are, and how good you are with Sophie. I like how smart you are. How outspoken."



"Yes?"



"Yes."



With every word he spoke he moved closer to me until his face was only  inches away from mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he waited,  hovering right in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off of his  body and wrapping itself around me like a wool blanket. I could feel the  tension, too. I knew how badly he wanted me and yet still he held  himself back. I couldn't say for sure, but it seemed like he was waiting  for my go ahead. I hadn't ever had a man be respectful of me in that  way and it sent me over the edge. I bridged the small remaining gap  between us and pressed my lips against his.



It was just as exhilarating as before. Maybe even more so. This time  there was the anticipation. I had spent the whole day thinking about  that first kiss and wondering if I would ever get another one again. Now  I didn't have to wonder anymore. I didn't have to ask myself if he was  really attracted to me the way that I was to him or if he had just  gotten caught up in the moment. The moment my lips landed on his I could  feel his entire body respond to me. It was like electricity was flowing  between our two bodies, pulling us closer and closer together.



The kiss started out slow, maybe even a little bit unsure, but it  quickly became something else. His lips were more forceful, needier, and  his hands found my ribcage and urgently pulled me in closer to him. Now  I was practically in his lap and it still didn't feel close enough. It  seemed like I couldn't ever get close enough to him, like I couldn't get  enough of him. His hands moving over my body left my skin tingling and  screaming for more, more, more. My hands made their way up to his thick,  unruly hair and plunged in deeply, pulling lightly and reveling in the  sound of the light moan it elicited from deep in the back of his throat.



"Kayla," he gasped, pulling away from me so that he could speak.



"Yes? Is this wrong?"



"No, not wrong. That isn't what I was going to say."



"Then what?"



"I want you. God, I want you so much."



"I want you too," I whispered, afraid of how true the statement was. I  had never wanted a man in my entire life the way I wanted him. It scared  me how badly I wanted to have more of his touch.



"Will you come upstairs with me? Is that something you want, too?"



I couldn't speak anymore, just nodded vigorously, trying and probably  failing not to look too eager. Once we were in his bedroom there wasn't  anything else to stop us. There was no chance of Sophie prancing in and  asking for a glass of milk. There was just him and me. It was one of the  most exciting things I could remember happening to me.



He rose, slightly unsteady on his feet, and extended a hand to me. I  took it, feeling a little bit light headed but completely up for the  challenge. He didn't let go of my hand, held the tips of my fingers as  he led me up the impressive stairway. He didn't say a word and neither  did I. The entire house was silent and it made what was about to happen  feel even more monumental than it might have otherwise. I kept having to  remind myself to breathe, in and out, in and out, trying to time each  breathe with my steps. Faster than I expected we were standing in the  foyer of his vast master bedroom. He shut the door quietly behind me and  then we were utterly alone. It was almost like we were the only two  people in the whole wide world. I liked that feeling. It was something I  thought I could get used to.



The room was dark enough that my eyes struggled to adjust to the change  in light, but I could still make out David's outline, see his hand as he  lifted it and gently stroked the side of my face.



"So smooth," he murmured, "so rich."



My breath came in quick, shallow gasps. I didn't answer him because I  wasn't sure I could speak without my voice breaking. His hand trailed  teasingly along the side of my neck and ran lightly across the line of  my collarbone. His fingers were strong, capable, and I wanted to feel  them all over my body. I wanted those hands everywhere at the same time.  I wanted him to make my body sing.                       
       
           



       



"Kayla, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It's intimidating."



Intimidating? He was intimidated by me? It didn't seem possible and yet  here he was saying it with complete seriousness. I felt more powerful  than I had ever felt before. It was an intense aphrodisiac and it made  me bolder than I would usually be.



"Kiss me," I said insistently, "please kiss me, David."



"Your wish is my command."



I could hear the grin on his face when he spoke and it made me smile,  too. He put one strong, calloused hand on the small of my back to draw  me in closer to him. I could feel the length of him against my hip and  just that made me start to pant. He leaned in and kissed me again, first  softly and then more forcefully, more urgently. It was like he needed  to have me, and that was the biggest turn on of all. My hips started to  move gently against him, grinding slowly against his body so that he let  out another one of those moans. It felt like our bodies were vibrating  with the energy of what we were doing and I got lost in the feeling of  his lips, his tongue. He tasted sweet and my hands tugged on the hem of  his shirt, ready to feel more of him. I wanted as much as I could get.



Clearly he took the hint because he ripped the shirt off, pulling it  over his head and tossing it aside like it was nothing more than an old  rag. His body was more insane than I could have imagined. How the hell  did he have time to get a body like that and be a doctor? His arms were  enormous, the lines of his abs so pronounced it was like he could have  walked straight out of a men's fitness magazine. To top it all off, he  had perfectly defined lines making a perfect v down towards the low  slung edge of his slacks.



"Jesus, you're, like, perfect."



I didn't mean to say it. It sort of just slipped out. He laughed,  though, and I could see his abs moving as he did. He kissed my forehead,  the tip of my nose, my mouth, slipping his warm, wet tongue between my  parted lips.



"Why thank you," he said against my mouth, kissing me again and again so  that I felt completely breathless. My hands found their way to his  broad chest, pulled lightly on the thin layer of hair I found there. My  fingers traced down, down towards his belly, down towards the button of  his trousers. They lingered there, playing with the zipper and then  casually unbuttoning them. I wanted all of his clothes off. I wanted to  feel the weight of him on top of me.



"Hold on now, I think it might be your turn. Fair is fair, right?"



His voice was hoarse with lust and now it was his turn to pull on my  flimsy dress. He brought it easily up and over my head and then gasped  when he saw what was underneath. Nothing. Underneath my dress I was  completely bare and his hands immediately explored the length of my  body, stopping tantalizingly on my pelvic bone before moving up to my  full breasts. My back arched beneath the palms of his hands and now his  hips were bucking involuntarily into mine, his body pressing mine right  up against the wall.



"What do you want?" he panted, his pants falling off of his hips to  reveal his long, hard shaft. My hand slipped down and took it into my  grip, then ran up and down in slow, smooth strokes. David groaned and  threw his head back, his eyes closed and his Adam's apple moved in his  throat.



"I want to feel you inside of me," I said in a low voice, hardly  believing that those words would come out of my mouth. He made me feel  wild, completely free of any inhibitions. Now that we were here together  like this with his body wrapped around mine, I wasn't afraid of saying  anything to him. I was willing to tell him everything I wanted. All he  had to do was ask.



"You do, do you? Well, I don't want to disappoint," he said with a  smile, shaking his pants the rest of the way to the ground and stepping  easily out of them. Apparently he wasn't a man who needed to be asked  twice and, before I knew it, I was being lifted up into the air. I  wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me across the room to his  impossibly large four poster king size bed. It was like I weighed  nothing at all and I felt like I belonged entirely to him. I was at his  mercy and there was nothing else I would rather be.



He lay me down on the bed and stood at the foot, looking my body up and  down slowly. Everywhere his eyes fell felt like it was on fire. My whole  body burned for him and arched towards him, begging for his touch to  return. Once again, he read my desire perfectly. He knelt on the bed  before me and ran his hands from my feet along the length of my legs,  spreading them apart slowly, purposefully. I could feel myself growing  wet already and when his fingers found the pulsing slit between my  thighs I cried out with the intensity of the contact.