If the passion in this kiss is any indicator, the answer may very well be yes.
I told myself I was imagining it, but I’ve noticed her looking at me differently the past few years, too. On occasion, our eyes have met, and she’s blushed and quickly looked away. One time when she was at our house, our hands accidentally touched and she jumped as if she had been electrocuted. I want to believe, and I think I believe, that our attraction is mutual.
I also, however, don’t want to be a creep. If I were a noble man, I’d stop kissing Kara this instant and let her leave the room. I’d tell her that I am too old for her, that our attraction is null and void because she is my daughter’s best friend. I’d wash my hands of this interaction and never speak of it, think of it, or dream of it again.
But then she moans and stirs beneath my hands.
“Rick,” she breathes against my mouth, and any plans for taking the high road are scrapped.
Her arms latch around my neck, and I kiss her harder, more desperately. Thank God this room is windowless and that the door locks. I briefly panic at the idea of someone finding out what we’re doing in here, as I’ve been a physician for over fifteen years and don’t plan on losing my job any time soon. However, as I kiss down her neck, she moans gently, breathily, and I realize that in this moment, being here with Kara is more important than anything else.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, panting a little. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and I nuzzle each one.
“Rick,” she murmurs, those brilliant blue eyes sparkling, “show me what those stupid frat boys can’t.” She bites her bottom lip, and I feel my cock stiffen in my scrubs. “Please?” she asks.
“Is that what you want?” I say, my voice gravelly with desire. I place my hands on her hips, my fingers dipping underneath the hem of her tiny top, brushing the warm golden skin beneath. “Tell me that you want it, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”
She doesn’t hesitate at all.
“I want you, Rick,” she says, looking into my eyes, and I’ll be damned if all my dreams didn’t just come true.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I peel off her shirt, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra. I stare, almost paralyzed in wonder. I’ve seen Kara in tiny t-shirts and even swimsuit tops before, but nothing could have prepared me for the perfect beauty of her bare breasts. “Goddamn, sweetheart,” I breathe as I gently take them into my hands, brushing my thumbs over her peach-colored nipples. She giggles a little at my declaration, then moans as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it gently as my other hand works the other breast. Both nipples begin to stiffen and harden, and she moans louder as I move my mouth’s ministrations to the other nipple.
“Shh,” I say, looking up at her before I tenderly kiss her again. “We have to be quiet. Do you think you can be silent for me?”
“I-I’ll try,” Kara stutters as I return my attention to her breasts. God, I could worship these all night, but I know there are other parts of her that deserve attention, too.
“Stand up,” I order, and she does, allowing me to help her out of her skin-tight skirt. Locking eyes with her, I run my hands down the hourglass of her sides and, finally, down her hips, which are hugged by lacy hot-pink panties. Kara suddenly swallows, hard, and that’s all I need to immediately pause.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she whispers back, a smile flickering onto her lips before it is replaced by a frown. “It’s just that I’m …”
I realize that she’s embarrassed more than overwhelmed, and with a jolt, I guess what she’s about to say before she does.
“No one’s ever touched you down there before?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes huge.
Fuck. I would have never guessed that this gorgeous creature, this paragon of classic beauty, with her pouting lips and swinging hips, was a virgin. Bailey has even told me about Kara’s supposed sexual escapades, but apparently, little Miss James wasn’t telling the truth. She likely embellished and has kept her lack of experience a secret.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, bringing her into my arms and kissing her firmly. My mind is running at a hundred miles an hour now, but my primary goal is to help Kara feel comfortable. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I just want to make you feel good. Is that okay?”
“You’re not turned off? You don’t mind?” Kara’s lip quivers.
“Not one bit,” I reassure her. “In fact,” I let my hands quest around to her perfect ass, gently squeezing it as I smirk at her. “It makes me even harder.”