Dani’s brow crinkles in confusion.
“But Chrissy’s nineteen, just like me. So you haven’t slept in the same bed as Geneva for nineteen years?”
I nod.
“Yep. I probably haven’t touched her for at least five years too. She lost a lot of weight after the baby was born by following some crazy dieting scheme, and never gained it back. Said food gave her a headache.” I shrug. “But you, on the other hand.” I move closer to Dani once more, and run my knuckles down the soft curve of her cheek, smiling as she sucks in a sharp breath. “I’m very attracted to you.”
Dani looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“Dr. Lindstrom, I don’t think …?”
“Don’t think what?” I growl. Then, I pull her hips against my own, almost slamming her against my frame. The curvy girl gasps as I press my hard cock against her belly through our layers of clothing, but I can tell she wants it. Her nips are hard through the thin fabric of the t-shirt, and her belly quivers a bit, softening in preparation for a man. Bending down, I brush my lips over that pink pout. “I’m very attracted to you, and I want you. Now, sweetheart.”
Pulling her tight against me, I close the gap between our lips and kiss her once more, claiming her sweetness. Dani’s eyes fall shut, and she moans into my mouth, parting her lips to give me access. Ahhh, this is how it should be. I need a sexy, succulent woman in my bed right now, and this nubile teenage girl is just the one.
5
Dani
OMG! I can’t believe this is happening, but I don’t want it to end either. After all, it’s not every day that Hunter Lindstrom, a man who could easily win the prize for America’s Hottest Doctor, is kissing me. He’s not just kissing either. He’s claiming my lips and body as his own, stamping his dominance onto my soft, willing form.
But should I go along with this? After all, he is my friend’s dad. Even if he’s divorced now, that makes him a good twenty years older than me. Then again, life is short and this man is a god. The erection grinding into my hip makes me feel faint, and I moan throatily into his mouth. Hunter pulls back for a moment, grabbing my chin between his large hands.
“Say yes, baby,” he growls, those blue eyes flashing. “I need to hear it.”
I mewl again, wetness sticky on my thighs.
“Yes, Dr. Lindstrom,” I whisper. “I want you very much.”
That does it. The huge man sweeps me into his arms and I squeal as I’m pressed against his hard chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask, clutching at those broad shoulders.
He nuzzles my neck, lapping at my pulse.
“What I should have done a long time ago.”
Then, he strides out the kitchen and up the stairs, carrying me as if I weigh nothing but a feather. Dazed, I sense him kicking open the master bedroom door, and then the handsome man drops me onto a mattress so big that it resembles a flotation device.
“Hey!” I giggle. “I’ve never been in your bedroom before,” I say, noting the heavy masculine furniture and total lack of wall decoration. But Hunter’s not listening. He merely stares at my bouncing breasts before growling, “Take off your clothes.”
The command is simple and my eyes jerk to his blazing blue gaze. There’s a look I haven’t seen in his eyes before, and it sends shivers through my body, making me squeeze my thighs together. His words clearly brook no dissent, and I don’t waste any time. I toe my sneakers off, still looking at Dr. Lindstrom, and then yank my shorts down before pulling my white t-shirt over my head. Hunter’s eyes stay locked on mine the whole time, even as my curves bounce.
When I’m down to my bra and panties, he growls, those blue eyes blazing.
“Fuck baby,” he rasps hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.” Then in a flurry, he begins removing his own clothes and the breath catches in my throat as he tosses his shirt to the ground, revealing a bronzed, muscular body. Holy smokes, this man must work out. He’s got the physique of a Greek god with sculpted pecs, rock hard abs, and a dark trail of hair running down like an arrow into the waistband of his pants. My eyes are glued to his hands as he unzips the fly, but then he stops, those blue eyes hard.
“Take off everything, Dani. I want you naked.” His voice is gravely and deep; his demand as tangible as if his hands were on me the way my body hums every time he speaks.
“Yes, sir.”
I smile as his eyes flash, dark and dangerous, at my use of the word “sir.” Then I push my bra straps down and unhook the lingerie, bringing my arms forward and allowing the lace to slide off as it falls to the floor. I push it aside before hooking my thumbs under the edge of my panties. Meeting Hunter’s eyes, I make eye contact with him as I slowly pull the lace off, watching discreetly as his nostrils flare, his gaze practically burning me to the core.