Page 35 of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
“I kissed you,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles despite his darkened eyes, and then he shakes his head. “No, you did much more than that.”
Richard ignores my offer to drive and shoves me into the passenger seat.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re inside his garage.
He opens the door and helps me out of the car. He holds me tightly for a second and releases me. “I’d better skip the kiss because I don’t want to take your virginity right here in my garage.”
I gasp. Although I’ve had a taste of his passion, I’m still unaccustomed to his wildness. Imagining what he could do to me on the concrete floor surrounded by lawn mower, griller and gardening tools sends a shiver down my spine.
“Would you like something to drink first?” Richard asks me in the kitchen.
“No, I’m fine,” I say. How could he eventhinkabout getting a drink now, after what he said just a moment ago? “Why do you need a drink? Are you getting cold feet?”
He chuckles as he steps closer to me. “I’m not. Are you? Do you still want me as much as you did last time?”
“Yes.” I nod. “More than ever.”
He grunts and sweeps me up in his arms, taking me by surprise.
It’s been years since the last time someone carried me like that. I shriek. “Oh God, Richard! Put me down!”
Richard ignores my plea and walks swiftly into his bedroom. Once we get to his bed, he swings his arms, looking as if he’s tossing me into the air. I cling to his neck and scream. He chuckles, not letting go of me.
“Just kidding.” He laughs while gently placing me down on my feet.
He kisses my forehead, and then my nose, my cheek, my earlobe. As I moan, his hand finds its way to under my shirt. Stroking my back with one hand, he finds my breast with the other, kneading me through my bra. I whimper as he slides a finger under the cup and strokes my taut point. The touch is electrifying, triggering an instant flow of desire between my legs.
I watch his finger deftly unbutton my shirt, and it takes me mighty strength to stop him. I grab his wrist. “Just a minute,” I whisper.
He quirks an eyebrow, questioning me silently.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I answer as I slip out of his arms.
“There’s a bathroom right here.” I hear his voice behind me as I run out of his bedroom and back to the living room to get my purse.
I strip in Ivy’s bathroom and put on the silk slip. And then I pull my scrunchie down and arrange my hair using my hands. I also fix my makeup quickly. It’s my first time, and I want to look beautiful. I want Richard to like what he sees. I want to please him.
And then, I take a deep breath and head back to his bedroom.
Richard’s eyes bug out the moment he sees me, and so do mine. He’s lying in his bed in a pair of white briefs, looking like an underwear model, except he’s real. There’s an unmistakable bulge with distinct outline underneath the fabric: long and thick.
Warm juice trickles down my thighs. Shit. I should’ve left my panties on.
He props his head up with arms behind it in order to better look at me. Lust fills his midnight blue eyes. “You’re stunning, Kayla,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you were wearing this all day in my restaurant.”
I giggle. “I wasn’t. I got this with Ivy the other day at Union Square. It was in my car since then.”
“Come here,” he says, pulling my arm as I climb onto the bed. “Sit on top of me.”
I do as he says and straddle him above his legs. “Move up a bit,” he says.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I move until his hard-on is right between my legs.
“Yes, baby,” his eyes turn stormy and his voice a whisper. “It’s exactly what I want.”
I don’t need to be told what to do next, because, although inexperience, I know it by instinct. I glide on top of his hardness, leaving a trail of wetness on his white cotton.
