In Good Hands With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Taboo Romance) by Ava May Page A

good friend. The one women want to talk to, not get naked with."
    She opened her eyes wide. "No, that's not true. I'd love to get naked with you."
    Holy hell. She did not just say that.
    Matt's eyes lit up. "Then what are we waiting for?" He grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
    She put her hands on his. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, you're very attractive and fun and nice, but I can't do anything with you."
    "Why not? We're both adults. I want you, you seem to want me. Don't you?"
    His eyes dropped to her breasts, where she knew her nipples stood straight up, broadcasting her desire.
    He caressed her face. "I believe in living life to the fullest. Right now, what I want to do more than anything in the world, is make love to you."
    "Why?"
    "Why? Because we're alone, in the dark, with a fire. You're sexy as all hell, and I've been picturing your sweet, naked ass on that fur rug ever since I met you."
    Sara squirmed, the heat between her legs turning to wet fire. She slapped down her building lust. Something was totally wrong with this situation. Any minute now, Matt would burst out laughing.
    "Please. Stop. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I know I'm not the type of woman guys like you go for."
    "And what type is that?"
    "Tall, skinny, gorgeous."
    He took her hand and put it on his lap. Oh heavens! His erection throbbed through the thin material of his sweatpants. He was big and lord almighty, hard. She couldn't resist squeezing lightly, making him hiss in response.
    He smiled at her, a smoldering flame in his eyes. "Still think I'm not interested in you? Let me tell you something. I've been all over this world, and there is no "type" of woman I prefer. All women are beautiful, in their own way. You have a sweet, simple, yet complex way about you that I find immensely appealing."
    "You just described a bottle of wine, I do believe."
    He threw back his head and laughed. "Yes, women are like wine. Each a little different, each one mysterious, every one delicious. You," he ran his palm down her neck, then cupped her breast. "I think I could explore you for a long time."
    His thumb stroked her nipple through her shirt and she couldn't hold back a moan. Nor could she think of a reason to say no. It had been far too long since a man looked at her with such desire. Mathew seemed nice. Maybe he really was a good guy, and would treat her well. She deserved this little bit of pleasure.
    Still, the voice of reason persisted. "Condoms."
    "Got one in my bag. Don't move. Wait, move just a little."
    He pulled her to him and kissed her. Not a tender or tentative kiss, either. His mouth captured hers hungrily, drawing her in, coaxing a response she eagerly gave. Their tongues entwined and she met his urgency, surprised at how natural it felt. Like they'd done this a hundred times before.
    He cupped one breast, stroking her nipple again. She arched her back, leaning into him, wanting more. As though he read her mind, he complied, taking the other one in his hand, then rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. An ache filled her and she longed for him to take them in her mouth, to suck on them.
    Once again, he seemed to pick up exactly what she wanted. He pushed her shirt up and lifted her sport bra, freeing both breasts. Exposed to the somewhat-chill air, her nipples hardened further. He bent and flicked his tongue over one peak, while continuing to tease the other with his fingers.
    Sara could barely hold still. Waves of such pleasure ran through her. She wrapped one leg over his thigh, needing contact with his body.
    He stopped, pulled away, and she saw the wonder in his eyes too. Did he feel that spark, that connection when they touched?
    He cleared his throat, ran his hand along her face again. "Don't move." His voice shook slightly.
    Sara leaned back. No way could she move if she wanted to. Her whole body shook, with nervousness and desire. She was about to make love with a guy she'd just met, a wildly hot