Kimberly
I couldn’t believe what a shameless flirt David was being, especially in front of one of my students, but I suppose it wasn’t entirely all that surprising. He seemed the type to get a laugh out of making a woman blush like a schoolgirl. It wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep from throwing him to the ground and kissing him all over. Maybe that would be a bit soon; it wasn’t like I was in love. It was undeniable that I felt something for the handsome doctor, however. Something deep and nearly all encompassing.
“Nice kid,” he said after we’d sat for a few moments in silence. I giggled, slapping his arm and using my free hand to try to rub the blush off of my face.
“You’re too much. He’s going to tell the whole class, you know,” I gently chastised, but he only continued to grin, much like the cat that caught the canary.
“Let him. It’ll be kind of funny, don’t you think? Maybe I can even pay a visit to your class sometime. The kids would really go batshit, then,” he teased, reaching out to poke my side. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the sand off of myself. He watched me curiously, arching a curious brow as I offered him my hand. “You actually think you can help me up without getting pulled back down?” he deadpanned. I scoffed, but just the same, I took a step back and simply watched him rise to his feet. He was much more covered in sand than I was, which was a bit funny considering I’d been the one to suggest the sandbox. Truthfully, I didn’t expect he’d go for something so childish, but David Strowman was full of surprises.
“You want to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs after being squeezed in there for so long,” I murmured, giving my leg a little shake as if to demonstrate. He smiled, nodding and holding his arm out. I stared at him in confusion for a moment before realizing he wanted to link arms. He was adorable, sexy, and smart — what more could a woman want? I took his arm, allowing him to take the lead and guide me through the park. There were several beautiful, winding paths stretching across the entirety of the park, although he seemed to just pick one at random. The sidewalk was a welcome change from getting my heels all caked in dirt and grass—not to mention sand—and I could only hope he didn’t notice the sad shape of my footwear. Not that he was doing much better on that front himself.
“I used to jog these paths every morning. I always felt so free. Like nothing could stop me; no one could contain me. I was sure that no matter what happened, I would always be a loner,” he began a bit awkwardly, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “Honestly, I’ve… never really dated anyone. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure my experience in the bedroom was pretty obvious—” he paused, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a little.
“Yes, you were a total sex god,” I grinned, gesturing for him to continue.
“Of course… anyway, I never expected to go on a date with, well, anyone. I didn’t even date when I was a teenager — I was too absorbed in my studies. Then it was off to college, and then to med school, and there was never any time for a serious relationship. Most women didn’t really expect that much from me, anyway. I thought I was happy, you know?” He chuckled a bit, glancing down at me to meet my eyes. I was vaguely aware that it had begun to lightly drizzle, and my makeup would likely be ruined in little more than seconds. Just the same, no one had ever looked at me like David was looking at me in that moment. It was as if I were a work of art, the most beautiful woman on the planet.
“So, did something change your mind?” I asked gingerly, reaching out to brush a wet lock of hair behind his ear. He smiled a bit, tilting his head as if he were considering his answer.
“Not something. Someone,” he winked, drawing me in close and moving to close the distance like we’d tried in the sandbox. My heart hammered against my ribcage, and I could feel his hot breath dancing across my lips. I parted them, closing my eyes in anticipation. All at once, however, a loud clap of thunder echoed all around us, followed immediately by a flash of lightning. We jolted apart as rain began to pour from the sky — no longer a light drizzle but turning out to be an outright storm. Our eyes met, and his expression was briefly mischievous before he leaned in for a quick peck on the lips and then darted away.
“Wait! Where are you going!?” I called out in something of a stupor as I chased after him.
“We need to catch a cab, or you’re going to get washed away. Come on, lovely,” he called back, pausing at the roadside and trying to flag down a nearby taxi. I was outright shivering as I stepped up beside him, and he wrapped an arm around me to draw me in closer. It was damp and cold, and it should have been the opposite of romantic, but I had a realization in that moment that was more terrifying than anything I could ever imagine. I was pretty sure I was falling in love this this man – with the man who was just supposed to be a one night stand, the man I’d told Tiffany that I definitely had no feelings for. In spite of the fact that I’d given up on the idea of soulmates long ago, I felt myself internally thanking the fates.
“Get in, get in,” he said hurriedly, throwing the door open and nudging me toward the cab. I leaped into the back seat, quickly followed by David, who was laughing his head off. I raised a brow, wondering if I had missed out on some cosmic joke he had planned. He did seem to almost be a god at times. “We…. we…” he wheezed, doubling over and nearly sobbing with laughter.
“What? We what? Are you alright?” I asked hurriedly. He held up a hand while he tried to catch his breath.
“No offense, Kimberly. But we look like a couple of wet rats,” he smiled, looking far too delighted about the statement he’d just made. I frowned, glancing in the rearview mirror. The cab driver was watching us with a vaguely disgruntled expression, but I managed to catch a look at myself. I couldn’t help but snicker a bit, realizing that David had a point — we looked like a couple of drowned animals. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, my lips curling in a smile.
“I’m a much more attractive wet rat than you,” I teased. He raised a brow, perfecting an expression of mock affront. At least, I hoped it was mock offense.
“I’ll have you know that this rodent has all of his suits tailored by the most talented hands in the country — his hair is coiffed by a barber with a golden comb. Why, I even survive on a diet of pure leafy greens to maintain this magnificent physique!” he harrumphed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest and considering him with a raised brow.
“A golden comb? Really? And I’m pretty sure vodka doesn’t count as a leafy green,” I smirked, reaching out to give him a teasing little shove.
“It’s made out of potatoes. It’s close enough to a vegetable,” he argued.
“Potatoes are actually starches, aren’t they?” I mused aloud.
“Close enough!!”
By the time we’d finished our little play argument, the cab driver had stopped in front of my apartment complex and was watching us rather impatiently.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. We’ll be leaving now,” I said hurriedly, fumbling in my purse for cash for the fare.
“No rush, lady. The meter’s still running,” he said drolly. I startled a bit upon seeing the fare, but David rested a hand on my shoulder and quickly pulled out his wallet to pay off the taxi driver. He tugged me out of the car, hurrying to lead me into the complex.
“Not to be presumptuous, but I was hoping I could come into your apartment and let the rain slack off a bit. Maybe dry off a little,” David said with an almost meek smile, and I couldn’t help but smile. I took him by the arm, leading him back to the very apartment where this whole thing had started. I couldn’t help but think about the night we’d shared together as I opened the door to my apartment and guided him inside with a small smile. He seemed to be of a like mind, his cheeks flushed slightly and his eyes a bit mischievous as he seemed to scope the place out.
“So…” I crooned, dragging out the word. He tilted his head curiously, raising a brow to silently urge me to continue. “We could skip the towels and just get out of these wet clothes altogether,” I continued, stepping toward him and reaching out to caress his jaw. There was a bit of stubble there, making his soft skin somewhat prickly. He tilted his head back at my touch as if to allow me better access, so I trailed my fingertips down the column of his throat. I could feel the rumble building in his chest, travelling up his throat and slipping past his lips in a positively panty-soaking growl. “I take it you like that idea, then,” I pressed, leaning in to brush my lips across his pulse point.
“Only if I’m allowed to rip your clothes off of you,” he murmured, tangling a hand in my hair. He gave it a slight tug, and a breathless gasp escaped my lips. He grinned, looking like a lion prepared to chomp down on an antelope. I could feel shivers going down my spine, sending a surge of heat between my thighs. I was absolutely throbbing for him, and I wasn’t sure I could take much more of his teasing.
“I think that can be arranged,” I murmured, squeaking as he ducked his head to press a kiss to my neck.
“You think,” he repeated, drawing away with slightly narrowed eyes. “I’m going to need a little more commitment, Kimmy. You wouldn’t want your guest to feel unwanted, would you?” he murmured against my skin, sending shockwaves through my body. I shuddered, willing myself to utter the words he wanted to hear. Shame had gone out of the window; I was willing to do just about anything if it meant I’d feel that massive spear sheathed in me once more.
“I… I… tell me what you want to hear. I’ll say anything. I’ll do anything. Please, David. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I woke up in an empty bed the day after,” I said pleadingly, tangling my hands in his hair. He peered up at me, baring his teeth in an almost animalistic snarl.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he hissed. I hesitated only a brief moment longer, looking him in the eye with all of the desperation that had been brewing inside of me for what felt like an eternity at this point. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Hard, David. I want you to fuck me hard,” I managed to get out, feeling the slightest inkling of shame for how vulgar I sounded in that moment. He stood upright, looking down at me with an easy smile.
“Why, Miss Anderson. I do think that can be arranged.”