All of You (Book 1, Sweet Lovers Series) – Erotic Romance
Alayna Taylor is a dedicated wife, loving mother, and opened her dream business. A tragic accident overturns her perfect life. Pushing through, she finds strength to move on as a mother and business owner. Then she looks for what she wants as a woman and pursues the man of her erotic dreams, her children’s doctor.
Adam Bryant is a caring, gentle man, the perfect pediatrician. He has dedicated his life to caring for others and always followed the “everything happens for a reason” motto. A text from his patients’ mother has him ringing her doorbell.
Alayna is clear that she is a package deal and protects her heart and kids. Adam discovers a hungry sexual side that only she brings out of him with her strength and seductive ways. He is determined to show Alayna how much he cares about all of her with his thoughtful, mind-blowing surprises.
Both Alayna and Adam find themselves wanting a whole lot more.
[Erotic Romance, Contemporary, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
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Copyright © 2014 by Jacqueline Anne
Matt and I met at a college fraternity party. I was a senior and he was getting his master’s in business. He was quite sexy. I noticed him immediately. He was a little taller than me, dark skin, black hair and deep brown eyes. Latino through and through, which he inherited from his mother. He was quite outgoing and had a very persevering personality. I wasn’t looking for a relationship at the time, since I just got out of a long-term one that didn’t go so well. It didn’t matter to Matt. He pursued me nonstop for the next two weeks until I finally agreed to go out on a date with him. As much as I just wanted to date and have some fun, he didn’t see it the same way. We did everything together from that night on. I fell hard for him, but he always told me he fell harder. He was probably right. We dated for about two years. During that time period, we started our careers. He began working in sales at a major technology company. I was at a marketing firm. We got engaged on the Fourth of July under the fireworks. We moved in together after that.
During our engagement, we looked around the local cities in Indiana for the best areas. We bought a home in Carmel, stretching each dollar for our mortgage, but Matt was well on his way in his career, so we hoped it would be for a short time. The two-story house had four bedrooms, three and a half baths, an office, formal living and dining rooms, a family room, and a huge kitchen. The yard was smaller, but a nice size for kids and somewhat easy to maintain. The town was amazing. It had lots of fun things to do and a great school system. It was definitely the place to make our home.
Our wedding was beautiful. It took place at the community park with two hundred guests. Our family, friends, and colleagues partied well into the night. We enjoyed the honeymoon phase of our marriage. We took a few years to focus more on our careers as well as traveling to numerous places around the world. We loved it and loved discovering new places together. On our trip to Italy, we decided to start trying for a baby. Alex, a healthy baby boy, arrived nine months later. He looks more like Matt with his dark features, but has my book-smart, obsessive-compulsive personality.
Matt was doing well with his job since he had received two promotions since he started. We made the choice for me to stay at home. James was born when Alex was two years old. James looks a bit more like me, but acts like Matt with a very outgoing and determined personality, driving me insane at times.
Being at home was an adjustment over the first year or so. Honestly, I missed having my own money to spend, despite the fact that we shared everything. I threw myself into different play groups and volunteered. I met some of the most amazing people, including my best friend Liz and her family. Taking lots of deep breaths at times with very little breaks, both kids are so handsome and tug at my heart. I couldn’t imagine my life without my boys, all three of them.
* * * *
Matt and I were getting ready to celebrate our tenth anniversary this year. His job was getting busier. He began traveling more as he received a promotion to work on mergers and acquisitions within the company. It was tough, but I managed at home with the help of babysitters, Liz, and my mom. School days were easier, of course, but I started to think about what I wanted to do. I had been dreaming of opening a candy shop for quite some time. The opportunity never seemed feasible due to Matt’s schedule and money that he was always investing in the market and saving for a rainy day.
Matt came home one weekend after a two-week-long trip. I met him at our favorite Italian restaurant since he had a Saturday meeting that afternoon. He wore his black suit, light gray shirt, and his gray-and-purple silk tie. It was a look I loved and it used to make me melt, but I had grown accustomed to his fine tailored suits.
“Honey, you look stunning,” he said with a gasp.
My skin was fair from the winter time and my dark-blonde hair was recently cut just above my shoulders. My curvy body donned a nice form-fitting purple dress that had one shoulder exposed along with my silver peep-toe shoes. I topped it with my turquoise jewelry. I love to use jewelry to add a pop of color and excitement into my wardrobe.
He gave me a kiss on my cheek and pulled out my chair for me to sit. Taking his seat, he exclaimed, “I have some good news!”
“What is it, Matt?”
“I have been assigned to a huge deal. I got a special bonus check for the project.” He handed me the check. “It is all yours to start the candy shop that you have been thinking about.”
“Wow! Thank you!” I leaned the across the table to meet his lips and then he grabbed my hands. I could tell he wasn’t done with the news by the look on his face. “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
“Alayna, I need to move out to California for a year. I will be working on a major merger out there, but I will also be traveling to Europe every few weeks to meet with the sister companies.”
“What? Will you be able to come home at all?
“I received my initial travel itinerary and it is going to be hard, but I will try my best.” He squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes. “You know you and the boys are the most important things in my life. Everything I do, I do it to better our lives.”
I frowned with disappointment. “Matt, don’t you think we should have talked about this before you committed?”
“I didn’t have much of choice, Alayna. It is a guarantee VP position if all goes well. It will give us so much.”
I am not sure if I should be pissed, sad, or worried about handling everything. “Can’t we move with you?”
“That wouldn’t make sense. If I was just going to be in California the whole time, maybe. But, I won’t be. Besides, our home is here and the schools are great for the kids.”
“When are you leaving?”
“That soon! What the hell, Matt? You have to tell the boys and explain it to them. I am not going to do it.” Now I was pissed and rightfully so. I wasn’t about to explain to the boys again about Daddy being away, especially for so long. It was hard enough as it is. The boys lashed out at me enough since Daddy wasn’t home or because they wanted him.
“Alayna, you and the boys will be fine. I will talk to the boys tomorrow. But first, I want to enjoy an evening with my beautiful wife.”
I tried to smile at him, but was too preoccupied. He seemed to talk endlessly about his job and his travel plans. I just wanted to sink in my chair and drown my sorrows in wine. How in the world was I going to manage a whole year without him? Why the hell didn’t he talk to me about it first?
Matt sat down and told the boys the next day. The kids didn’t like the idea about Daddy leaving for so long. I put on my strong mommy face and ensured them that we would be fine. Plus, I told them about starting the candy store. I wanted their opinion and help to make it our special project. They seemed to be excited about it, and so was I. I would need something big to distract us all, especially once summer vacation started.
We chatted with Matt over the Internet once a week for the first two months or so. Each time, I asked when we could come to visit or when he was coming home. He kept telling us that there just wasn’t enough down time for visits and it just plain sucked. Chatting sessions became more and more challenging. He was gone from the country for weeks at a time. The time difference alone was difficult with two children and starting a business.
It took me about three months since I received the check to open the doors to The Land of Sweets. The kids helped me pick a location in the downtown area of our city. It was easy walking access for people visiting the town. It would also attract the crowds during the summer concerts and special events that took place throughout the year. The boys helped me paint and make decorations for the shop. But, their favorite part was our weekly taste tests when samples arrived from vendors and the candy factories.
I was adamant about becoming a staple in our community and the grand opening weekend took place in July. It was a huge hit and I was thankful for all the marketing experience I gained at my old job. Orders were steadily coming in and I couldn’t have been more pleased. We were definitely on the right track. I hired some employees since I wanted to be home with the boys more. I enjoyed being able to spend time with them as much as I could. They were proud of their mommy and loved telling their friends about the candy store. Every night I would tuck them in and tell them how much I loved them and that their daddy loved them too.
Once they went to sleep, I tried to read or watch movies. But I was lonely, really lonely. It had been months since I saw my husband, since my children had seen their father. I missed my husband holding me, touching me, kissing me. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep. Other nights, I went to bed feeling angry for him leaving us for so long with little to no communication. Every once in a while, I would dream about a sexy man I saw and wake up feeling guilty.
I had just dozed off and I heard the phone ring. Startled, I answered it. “Hello?”
“I am Officer Smith from the California State Highway Patrol. Ma’am, there has been an accident.”
I went from a sleepy state to wide awake in a split second. My heart sank to my stomach as tears filled my eyes.
“Is my husband okay?” I shuddered at the thoughts running through my head.
“I am sorry, ma’am. Mr. Taylor was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident.”
I don’t remember dropping the home phone. I ran into the bathroom and started vomiting and crying uncontrollably. I texted my mom and my best friend and told them I needed them to come over immediately. I couldn’t even breathe, let alone talk.
Within the hour, they had both arrived and let themselves in with the keys I had given them. Liz arrived first. She found me lying on the bathroom floor.
“Alayna, are you sick? What is wrong?” She started rubbing my back.
“It is Matt. He was in an accident.”
“Is he okay?”
I turned to look at her. “No. He’s dead.”
My mom walked in right as I said those two words. Two words that changed our lives forever. Both of them fell to the floor and held me. It was one phone call. I was thirty-five with two beautiful children, and a widow.
* * * *
We had Matt’s body cremated in California and his ashes were brought back home for the service. My mom never left me after that night. She and Liz helped me with the shop and all the funeral arrangements. I was so worried about the kids. Everyone was. They were old enough to know what was going on, but didn’t understand it all. Hell, I didn’t either.
My mom was a kind woman who had aged over the past ten years after my father passed away. She was a few inches shorter than me and kept her hair colored a dark auburn, which made her green eyes shine even more. She liked to shop and went out and bought me a new long black dress for the funeral. I didn’t need it, but shopping was always a way of coping for her. She also got the boys new suits and a dress for herself.
A lot of people showed up at the service. Even people we hadn’t seen or talked to in years. I had my breakdown moments throughout the evening, but realized that I had a wonderful support system to help us through it all.
There was a woman there that I had never seen before. She was a beautiful, tall blonde woman, probably in her late twenties. She wasn’t socializing with anyone else there, so I went over to her to see who she was.
“Hello. I am Alayna Taylor, Matt’s wife.”
“I know. I am sorry for your loss,” she replied quietly but abruptly.
“Did you know my husband?”
“Yes, very well in fact.”
“Oh. What is your name?” Before she even answered me, she turned around and walked out with tears escaping her eyes.
Who the hell was she? Perhaps it was a client or someone he had worked with, but no one from his company spoke with her. I could feel the blood rushing away from my face, like I had just seen a ghost. Something was unsettling.
“Mrs. Taylor? Are you okay?” I turned and saw Dr. Bryant, the boys’ pediatrician, walking toward me. “Have you eaten today? You look pale.”
“Um no, not really.” My hands were trembling.
“Did that woman say something to upset you?” He led me over to a chair and handed me a granola bar and some water he fetched from the snack basket on the table.
“I am not sure who she was, but she said she knew Matt really well.” I took the bottle of water and snack from him, shook my head, and refocused my thoughts. “Thank you, Dr. Bryant. I have been meaning to call your office. I wanted to see if you had any recommendations for counselors for the boys. I am not sure if it would be a long-term thing, but thought it would be a good idea to let them go at least a few times.”
“I think it is a good idea. I do have some people for you. I will have the office call you next week, Mrs. Taylor.”
“Please, call me Alayna.” He gave me a gentle smile. “Thank you again, Dr. Bryant.”
I have always had a little crush on Dr. Bryant. He was about six inches taller than me. Nice athletic build. His dark-brown hair was clean cut and professional and he occasionally had some groomed stubble on his face. His eyes were a gentle brown, but it was always his smile that I enjoyed most. Boyish and tender. Matt used to tease me about it because I always looked nice and put together for the kids’ doctor’s appointments. But, Matt would sometimes go to the appointments too. We both agreed that he was a great doctor and the boys felt comfortable with him.
My mom took us home after the service. I was beyond exhausted. I could barely think straight. She tucked in the boys and then brought some soup and a hot cup of tea to my bedroom.
“Thanks, Mom.” I took a few sips and stared off. Not only did I feel lonely, I felt dead inside. She tucked me in, her thirty-five-year-old daughter, and kissed me good night. I lay in the bed that Matt and I had purchased together. A bed we used to share, but not for months. One that we will never share again. My eyes felt so heavy and so swollen from all the tears.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was one forty-five p.m. the next day. I had slept for so long, but still felt drained. I couldn’t even believe the kids didn’t wake me up. I went downstairs and found a note from my mom telling me that she took them to the park for the day. I started cleaning the house from top to bottom, organizing each closet and room along the way. By the time my mom and the kids came home after dinner, most of the house was done. My mom shopped to cope, my obsessive compulsiveness made me clean.
I tried to keep to our normal schedule right away hoping I could be the strong mom and woman I needed to be. I had responsibilities to uphold with the kids’ school work, laundry, keeping up the house, and everything else that people are consumed with on a daily basis. Plus, I had to keep the business running. I needed to be strong, especially for my kids. It was hard knowing Matt wasn’t alive, but sadly, we had developed our routine without him over the months he was away.
Dr. Bryant’s office called with the names of some counselors. I called right away to make appointments. I also talked with the school counselor to see if she could keep checking in on them.
We received all of Matt’s stuff from California. Mom kept asking if I wanted her to go through everything, but I told her just to leave the boxes packed in the garage. When I was feeling lonely, sad, or angry, I would stand in the doorway and stare at the boxes. I found myself doing that way too often.
Deep in thought, my phone rang and startled me. It came from an unknown number, but I used my cell number a lot for my vendors.
“Hello, this is Alayna Taylor.”
“Alayna, this is Dr. Bryant.”
I closed the door to the garage and walked back in the house. “Hi, Dr. Bryant.”
“I just wanted to make sure you got those counselors’ numbers and to see if you were able to make appointments with them.”
“I did. Thank you. They are going next week, plus the school counselor is checking on them as well.”
“Good. Alayna, this is my personal cell number. If you ever need to get a hold of me, please don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thank you. I will see you in a few weeks for Alex’s check-up.”
“Good. See you then.”
* * * *
The days continued. Life had to move on. I was a single mother now and running a business that needed to succeed now more than ever.
We celebrated Alex’s eighth birthday at the end of October with a laser tag party. I took him to his well visit at Dr. Bryant’s office the following week. Dr. Bryant talked to him for a while to make sure he was eating healthy, being safe, and doing well in school. On the way out, Dr. Bryant reached for my arm and asked that I stay a minute to chat with him.
“Alayna, how are you holding up? Is there anything I can do?”
“Thanks, but we are adjusting. That is the only thing we can do at this point. I am sure it will get easier with time.”
“Please call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you.” I left with a small smile, knowing that I really did have great people around me.
The holidays came around. There were some very hard moments, but we tried to start new traditions and not focus on the old ones. This year, the whole family came to stay with us instead of us traveling to them. Matt’s parents, his sister and her family, my mom and my brother and his family all stayed with us from Christmas Eve through New Year’s. It was a jam-packed house, but it was nice having everyone around and seeing the boys running around with their cousins. Entertaining kept me busy, especially at night.
After the holidays passed, I told my mom that she should go back home. She had stayed with us for close to three months. I loved having her here, but needed to be on my own. I reminded her that Liz wasn’t very far and she was always checking on me. Dr. Bryant and the school counselor checked in on us as well. The candy store was still doing well. Thankfully, the employees I hired really stepped up along with my mom and Liz, handling some of the recordkeeping while I tried to get things in order.
I hugged my mom good-bye and thanked her for everything she had done for me. I closed the door and went into the kitchen to enjoy some wine. I sat there sipping my glass of merlot thinking about all the good times Matt and I had. How we met, our wedding, and having the boys. I missed his touch. I missed his touch for so many months before the accident even happened. It had been so long, too long. But, I gained more and more strength as the days and weeks went by. Everyone was surprised I was doing so well, but it was the strength I needed when I was alone that took the longest.
The store was getting busy for Valentine’s Day. Even the schools had contacted me regarding treats for their allergen-alert classrooms. Once the fifteenth hit, it was fairly quiet again until spring, but still steady business. I kept marking the calendar with these business “highs,” as I called them, to keep track of things for the following year. I figured we would be slammed for Easter and we were. But, I wouldn’t have guessed that May would have been so busy. People were placing orders for candy bouquets and trays for proms, First Holy Communions, and graduations from preschool through college.
When I had a moment to breathe at night, I found myself getting back into reading and watching movies. I was pleased with the store and starting to feel more at ease with my newly adjusted life as a single mom and a business owner. I can do this. I will do this. It was a pep talked that I continuously gave myself.
The kids were off to school the next day. It was their last day of school and they were very excited! I headed to the store to get some work done. As soon as I settled in my office, my phone rang. It was Dr. Bryant.
“Hi, Alayna. It is Adam Bryant. I was just checking to see how the boys are doing.”
He just referred to himself by his first name and not doctor. “They are doing well. James seems to be doing better at home. Alex was keeping to himself for quite a while, but has been opening up to me more about things.”
“And how are you doing?”
Is this the doctor asking or the man asking? “Some days are better than others, but the good days are far outnumbering the bad ones now.”
“Keep your head up. I heard the store is doing really well.”
“Yes, it is. We are getting ready to celebrate our first anniversary next month. I have big plans in the works.”
“Good to hear. Alayna, please let me know if there is anything that you or the boys need.”
“Thanks, Adam. I will.” I hung up the phone, wondering about him. Then shoved the thoughts out of my head. He was the kids’ doctor. My husband died last year. Moving on, I began to plan the grand re-opening party for The Land of Sweets.
Summer was officially here. My mom asked to take the boys for one or two weekends a month. I thought it would be a great help. It would allow me to catch up on the business end of things at the store as well as with some of my friends. Liz and I planned on a night out this Friday to celebrate my birthday. It had been forever since I went out. I was nervous, but not sure why. Liz and I were best friends and like sisters. I checked myself in the mirror. My dark-blonde hair had grown past my shoulders, straight as can be. My hair couldn’t hold a curl if my life depended on it. My hazel eyes were looking better now that they weren’t consumed with dark circles. My curves weren’t so curvy anymore after dealing with months of stress. I wore a cute black sleeveless shirt and a patterned skirt with a new pair of heels. I put on an orange funky necklace. I was back to adding pops of color in my wardrobe, and perhaps in my life too.
I was heading out of my bathroom and stopped to turn back around. With a sigh, I took off my engagement and wedding rings and put them in my jewelry box and headed out to meet her at the martini bar in town.
“Hey girl!” she said as she got up to hug me.
“Hey, Liz. Thanks for getting me out of the house.”
“You don’t sound so excited.”
“Why would you be nervous?” I shrugged my shoulders as a response to her question. “You look hot, Alayna!”
“Shut up. I do not.”
“You do and I think I know why you are nervous.
“Alayna”—she grabbed my hands noticing the absent rings—“it is okay to get back out there. You are a beautiful woman. You deserve to have fun and go out and find some hunk, or two, that turn you on.”
“Liz, I don’t know if I am ready.”
“Alayna, it has been eight months since Matt died and even more than that since you saw him last. It is time.”
“Maybe you are right, Liz. I am lonely at night and my toys just aren’t cutting it anymore.” We both laughed.
“Thatta girl! That is the Alayna I know! Sooooo, do you see any potential prospects?” she asked as she vigorously looked around the bar.
We busted out laughing as we drank our martinis. It had been so long since I laughed so hard it hurt. It felt good. It actually felt great. Liz always knew me best. Her words of encouragement always sent me in the right direction and she always had perfect timing.
The next day at the shop, I put together the marketing campaign for The Land of Sweets’s anniversary event. I teamed up with a local non-profit organization that I had supported over the years. Part of the profits from the event were to benefit The Children’s Group and buy birthday presents and Christmas presents for the kids. It was something near and dear to my heart. We had always “adopted” a few kids every Christmas since I was a little girl. No child should be without surprises on those special days.
I arrived home later in the evening and had a quick dinner and some wine while I watched The Replacements. I was always a sucker for sports movies, especially ones that had romance and comedy in them. I poured another glass and then something came over me. I texted him.
Do you make house calls?
It was nine thirty p.m. on a Saturday. I was lonely and kept thinking about Adam despite trying not to. He texted me back.
One of the boys sick?
What was I thinking?
I didn’t hear back from him. I impatiently waited, wondering if I had just made a huge mistake. I knew it wasn’t right. But, this innocent crush had turned into a fantasy. Hell, we were both single, as far as I knew. I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but still wanted to look sexy, even after a long day at work. I had a tank top on and a cute knee-length, flowing floral skirt, the epitome of a summer wardrobe.
What the hell was I thinking? I just texted him!
Twenty more minutes passed and I had started feeling like I had made a mistake.
Well, there goes that professional relationship with my kids’ doctor.
I was starting to realize my defeat. I finished my glass of wine and began turning off the lights when I heard a light knock at the door. My heart began to race as I saw his reflection. I opened the door.
God, he was sexy. He was wearing a pair of light khakis and a navy polo shirt. The night’s light breeze blew in just the right direction so I could experience his light cologne scent, or perhaps it was his aftershave. It was something I never noticed before.
“Hi,” he replied as I gestured for him to come in. “Everything okay?”
“With the kids, yes. They are at my mom’s.”
“And with you?” he gently asked with his gorgeous smile, clearly noticing my naked ring finger as I shut the door.
I swallowed and gathered my wits. “It is now,” I answered with a desirable, yet somewhat-vulnerable smile.
I always assumed Adam was in his late thirties, but didn’t know for sure. He had a smile that brightened the room and his demeanor was always so gentle and caring. It really made him a great pediatrician. One that I had known for quite a few years.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he slowly approached me.
My body flushed all over as our gazes met. His usual gentle brown eyes were more like piercing brown eyes tonight. I always knew I was attracted to him, but was unsure how he felt, and timing was a huge issue. Our last phone conversation led me to believe that not only did he care about my kids, but also about me.
The feelings were getting stronger with each and every step toward me. I could feel his warmth and my heart beat faster and faster with anticipation. He grabbed my hand first and brought it to his lips, never taking his eyes away from mine. He reached for me and placed one arm around my waist and the other on my cheek. Our eyes were full of passion. He leaned in and kissed me.
My God did this man have wonderful lips. Lips I wanted to feel on more than just my mouth. The kiss took my breath away. It made me hungry. Really hungry.
My hands draped his neck and then ran down his back and arms as the kiss got hotter and deeper. My legs wobbled as I melted into his built, sexy body. My pussy started to ache immediately as I yearned for so much more. It had been so long since I had sex. I thought about this happening so many times in my dreams, despite the guilty feelings.
I felt his erection pushing up against me. Then he pulled back and looked at me. I gazed at him, wondering what was going to happen next. He smiled that boyish, gentle grin that I adored. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked.
“Sure. Wine lover too?”
He followed me into the kitchen, my ass sashaying as I walked. I couldn’t help it. I felt his eyes on me and it made me hot and tingly all over.
“Absolutely, mostly reds. I am embarrassed to say that this will be my third glass of the night.” I poured us both a glass, finishing off the bottle, and handed him his. I took a slow sip, always savoring the first few sips of each glass.
“Relaxed?” he asked, trailing his finger down my arm.
“I guess you could say that.” Relaxed in one way, pent-up in a whole other way.
We chatted a bit more about wine. Adam loved reds as well and loved going to tastings. He also had California wine country on his to-do list of places to see.
The wine was starting to soothe my nerves a bit. At the same time, I hoped it didn’t make me too fearless. We finished our glasses of wine and then I noticed my heart started racing again. I sat the glasses near the kitchen sink and took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down. I turned back around and Adam was right there. My hands ran into his chest, his very hard chest. I moved my hands around his chest to explore it some more. His finger pulled my chin up. I got lost in his eyes and we began kissing again.
Oh my God. My body ached. My mind wondered if my heart was ready for this. Whatever “this” was.
He slid the strap of my tank top down and gently kissed my neck and shoulder. He caressed my breasts through my shirt. My nipples immediately responded to his touch.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, needing reassurance as I began panting.
“Yes. I am here. I want to be here,” he said without hesitation.
I looked at Adam and thought to myself that it was time to be the woman I really was. You want this man. He wants you. Game on!
I gently pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Damn! Fine with a capital F-I-N-E!
How many times I dreamed about what he looked like shirtless. Better than I ever imagined. I noticed a scar on his right shoulder and couldn’t help but run my tongue over it and then up his neck. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him. I kissed his chest as I stroked it and then moved my hands down to his abs.
I have always been a chest and abs girl. They are a huge turn on for me and that was precisely what was happening to me.
He reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my pink lace bra. His touch became more passionate with every movement. He led me over to the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him with my now-wet panties closing in on his erection.
Thank God for skirts.
I heard him moan as our tongues entangled and I rocked my hips toward his as I pushed up against his erection.
We continued kissing and exploring each other. Our skin-to-skin contact felt impeccable. I stopped to gaze into his eyes and exhaled. So did Adam. I felt enjoyment, passion, and perhaps even relief.
“Alayna, I really care about you. I just never wanted to cross the line of professionalism without knowing for sure how you felt,” he whispered as his thumb rubbed my cheek. “I knew you needed time.”
“I know. I wasn’t sure either. Things have definitely been a roller coaster for quite some time, but I can honestly say that I am in a good place now.” Actually a great place, considering the hardness I was straddled on.
He gently brushed his lips over mine. Adam wanted to talk now and I could tell. I moved off of him and sat beside him. I reached for my shirt and put it back on. At this point, I knew “it” wasn’t going to happen. At least not tonight.
I pulled my leg up onto the couch and turned toward him to see his eyes and those kissable lips.
“Good, but I don’t want to rush things with you, Alayna. You deserve more.” He paused for a moment and gently kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “You deserve the best.”
With a mischievous grin I reminded him, “I was the one that texted you, remember? I kept thinking I was crazy and there was no way you would want more. But—”
“I am glad you did.” He took my hand and brushed his lips over mine. “Alayna, I should go.”
“Oh. Do you have to?” My voice sounded puzzled and a bit whiny. It felt like he had just arrived. I glanced at the clock and noticed we had been kissing for over an hour. Talk about self-control. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on.
“Yes, I have to be at the hospital early tomorrow to make rounds. Plus, I want to get to know everything about you. When can I see you again?”
“How about this weekend?”
“Great! I will pick you up Friday at seven. How does dinner sound?”
“I have the perfect place to take you.”
I smiled and walked him out, where he embraced me again with a passionate kiss good-bye.
As I shut the door, excitement overwhelmed me and so did the ache in my body that was full of desire, but didn’t get what it physically ached for.