His kiss was urgent, raw, and primal in nature. The handsome, seemingly easy going, doctor had a wild side, passionate even. With his mouth on hers, hands roaming her body, it was all she could do to stay standing. Her knees were weak, and her body humming in a way she didn’t recall experiencing before. He spun her around, pinning her to the wall, breaking their kiss so his mouth could explore.
“I…I’ve never done something like this…before.” She panted.
His body stiffened, as it pressed against hers, and he stopped. Raising his head, he looked at her, and said, “Neither have I. I…just…I don’t know. God, I didn’t think this through, are you…you know…okay with this?”
There he was, the cute, all-American guy next door who she met just moments before…in a bar. She didn’t care. She’d lived her life on the up and up, always the good girl – it was time to live a little. After what she had been through, she deserved it. Giving in to temptation, she placed her hands on either side of his face, and pulled him in for another earth quaking kiss – her way of saying yes, hell yes.
Happy with her answer, Clay returned to pleasuring her, while taking his own while he was at it. Trailing kisses down her neck, past her collar bone, he slid the straps to her tank top and bra down her arms, exposing her breasts. If his expression didn’t express his appreciation for the site before him, the hard length pressing against her stomach did. Lord have mercy.
Feasting on her breasts, while his hands roamed under her skirt, it took all she had to keep it together. His hands were magic, and his mouth heaven, a drug she could easily find herself addicted to and they had just began to explore. She let out a throaty moan when his hands raked across her bare, thong clad ass, while his mouth assaulted her breasts.
The tension was high, the heat smoldering. Grabbing at his waist, she quickly undid his belt and pants, helping them fall just below his hips, freeing his excitement as she did. Impressive – only one word could describe his offering – impressive. He was virile, ready, and damn happy to see her.
Before she could grab his more than handful, he had her panties torn, and her wrapped around his waist, hard against the wall, sliding his length against her more than ready heated core. Teasing her with his tongue, while teasing her with other things, he generated a hunger in her she hadn’t experienced before. For the first time in her life, she felt needy, full of heated passion like no other, and aching for his next move.
Eyes locked with hers, through heavy breathing, he paused and raised his eyebrows. Without a single word spoken, his noble gesture was his way of asking permission before taking more, and doing something that couldn’t be undone. A testament to his kindness and thoughtfulness, really, that spoke to her heart, if she was being honest. But, the throbbing length between her legs reminded her that this had nothing to do with her heart, and everything to do with taking a night of hot steamy sex.
Her answer was simple as she tilted her hips forward, finding his beginning, and taking him in. The sound he released, deep, guttural, and entirely too hot. It seemed she answered him just right. And if he felt even half of what she did, she completely understood where that emotional roar came from.
They moved in sync, a perfect melodic harmony of physical pleasure that felt equally emotional. How a stranger can provoke the emotional pull was something neither could explain, nor did they want to explore it because this wasn’t about that. It was about throwing caution to the wind, stepping outside their proverbial box, and exploring a purely physical need…like doing each other a favor – it was a hookup.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he panted.
He said the right things and did the right things too. Their movement was exhilarating, both so lost in each other, the rest of the world didn’t seem to matter. Her pleasure was so intense, as her ecstasy built; she thought she heard bells ringing.
Just as they shared an intoxicating ending, and Clay collapsed against Heather to hold her against the wall they had been using, they were quickly drawn from their blissful fervor with the sounds of gasps. Heather had heard bells ringing, the bell on the front door to be exact – they weren’t alone. Seth Spangler, and Molly Sexton stood, jaw dropped in shock
Clay turned his back to their company, shielding Heather, while he adjusted his pants, tucking away the evidence of their evening, then turned to face them, Heather carefully hidden behind him. Seth’s back was too them, offering privacy, while Molly had her sights set on the stars, staring through one of the skylights.
“Sorry,” Seth said in a near stutter, “uh, didn’t expect to find you here.”
“Is there anything I can, uh, help you…with?” Heather said with a cringe realizing how that sounded given what they just walked in on and that she was standing half naked behind Clay.
A nervous laugh escaped the good doctor. “Sorry, you seem to have caught us in a…compromising state.”
“Uh, yeah the lights were on, and uh…we were worried,” Seth replied squeezing his eyelids together, trying to find the words to explain their way out of why they were there.
Molly jumped in trying to save Seth with his few words all while staring at the ceiling, afraid to look down. “Yeah, we thought maybe something was – wrong! Maybe something was wrong because it’s so late and all.”
Pleased with her answer, she gave a smile, shock rolling over her as she caught herself looking back at the partially clothed couple and their disheveled look. She stiffened and quickly returned her stare to the ceiling.
“Nope, no...problem here,” Clay said with a sheepish grin and awkward chuckle again.
Seth quickly reached around Molly gently turning her around so she could relax her neck and exit without any more embarrassment, and they said their goodbye. “We’ll be on our way then, sorry for the…interruption. We’ll lock the door on the way out!”
As quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, only scuffling feet echoing through the place suggesting they were even there. At the sound of the bell, both Clay and Heather burst out in laughter.
“Well…that was awkward,” Clay admitted.
“Thank you…you know…for standing in front of me and…stuff.” Even in the dimly lit room, it was obvious her cheeks flushed with color.
“You don’t think they will…”
Knowing where his thoughts were trailing, Heather quickly interrupted and put his mind at ease. “No, not at all. They won’t say anything. Especially Molly.”
“Isn’t she the one old lady, Nora Kinkaid, has her sights on? Keeps bashing her on Facebook?” he questioned.
“The one and the same! That’s how I know she won’t say a word. She’s been on the ass end of the small town gossip mill,” she laughed. “She’s trying to get herself out of it. Rumor has it amongst the ladies that she and Seth are trying to catch Nora at something, so…”
“You suppose that’s why they were here? Looking for Nora?”
Heather laughed out loud, truly amused by the idea. “You do know who Nora is, right? Can you really see her here…in this room…with the…poles?”
Clay shuddered at the wrinkled and droopy thoughts of Nora taking a pole for a spin, or doing anything provocative for that matter. “Uh, no…not at all. In fact, with her bunions and arthritis, I’m not sure she could.”
Heather’s crooked face of obvious disgust provoked an amused chuckle from Clay – the endearing look he gave her, indicated something else. “She stops me all over town asking for medical advice. I keep reminding her that I only treat the kids and they don’t tend to have bunions.”
“She wants to show you her bunions, huh? Can’t say I blame her.” Though joking, there was a breathiness to her tone that wasn’t lost on him.
“I’d rather show…someone else.” He pulled her close, helped her straighten her crooked top and skirt before pulling her in for a soft sweet kiss. “So…”
“So…” she quickly followed.
“What’s next? What do people do next in these…situations?”
Her eyes locked on his, as thoughts of what she would like to do next crossed her mind. She answered as honestly as she could and as vaguely as she could. “I don’t know. I’ve never…you know. Done…this.”
“I guess we make our own rules?” he questioned. “I really did have a good time. Wow, that sounded…I’m sorry. I really did enjoy your…”
He shook his head, planting a palm to his face, while she laughed. “I’m really bad at this. Like really, really bad. You’re a nice girl. I’d like to see you again if…”
Bells went off in her head like a five alarm fire. See her again? That would indicate that this was a date, or that they were planning to date, and that screamed relationship and commitment. No thanks. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, go there…not even with the good Doc. And man was he good.
“Look. You’re great. Really. But I’m not looking for anything. This was just the alcohol, and…blowing off steam.” She was a damn liar. She couldn’t even look at herself, much less him.
“Oh, yeah,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I get it. I just wasn’t sure what the protocol is for this…type of thing. I mean, you were great! That was fun…thanks?”
Awkward didn’t even begin to describe the state they were in, and the near insults they were tossing in an effort to protect their own pride. Heather nodded her head toward the hallway that led to the entry before walking that way herself, Doctor Clay Walker, close behind. She looked through the tinted front door window to verify the streets were still as bare as they were upon their arrival. No walk of shame for this duo, or was the walk to the door just that? It certainly felt like it, for both of them.
Heather closed the door behind her, locking it before turning and walking right into Clay. “Oh!”
“Sorry. I guess I was a little too close,” he admitted, his arms holding her upright while his stare left goosebumps everywhere his eyes traveled.
“I thought you left. What…uh…what…”
“I’ll see you home. It’s late. That, in there,” he nodded to the studio, “may not have been very…stoic, but I really am a gentleman and would never leave a pretty lady alone on the street in the middle of the night.”
“So just the ugly ones?” she giggled, as he pulled her close.
“The what?”
“You said you wouldn’t let a pretty lady walk herself home in the middle of the night, so...just the ugly ones?”
He laughed; it seemed her humor was rearing its head yet again tonight. If she weren’t so guarded, and made it a little easier on him, he probably would have a good time getting to know her. “Very funny…let me walk you home?”
“You aren’t one of those follow her home, and sit outside her house every night kind of guys are you? I’m not going to find dead birds, or creepy photos of myself with you photo shopped in laying on my front step, am I?” She had no idea why she was stalling or why she was being so playful. She made a deal with herself before she even stepped on the plane back to St. Helena – no flirting, no dating…no men. Truth be told, if she was in the market for a guy, Clay Walker would be her first choice, hands down. But that wasn’t in the cards.
“No, never. I prefer injecting chocolates with all kinds of fun things. Doctor, remember?” he winked, trying to keep the banter going.
“I love chocolate…” she said in a near whisper.
He leaned in, taking a cue from her change in demeanor, and humming tone, giving into temptation and kissed her. Not hard, not raw, not urgent. Just slow, tender, and sweet – she didn’t pull away, maybe that meant something.
He wondered what it meant, if anything…