Tempting Mr. Perfect

by Rebecca Rose

  “Everything. Don’t stop.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that.” He hooked a finger under the front of her bra and lifted up, exposing her breasts. “Keep your hands up,” he told her when they started to slide down the door. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want this.”

  “Be more specific.” He could feel her breath pulling in and out of her chest. He knew he could have her but this wasn’t about him. He wanted to please her, show her what it was like to be taken care of. He didn’t just want a quick lay. That’s not what she deserved.

  “I want you.”

  “To what?” he asked, while rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her knees went weak and Dave moved one hand to her stomach and one between her legs to keep her up. He couldn’t wait to see her fly. Only in his dreams could he ever get close to her, now she was standing in front of him, practically naked and begging for release.

  “I feel like I’m going to go crazy. I… I… can’t think.”

  “Kathy, what do you want?”

  “I want.…”

  He turned her around and with his lips to hers, abruptly hiked her up around his waist and pushed them both against the door. Deliberately he slowed the kiss, took his time with it so she would feel every sensation he brought to her while his hands kneaded her bottom. Every time Kathy tried to push him to go faster, rubbed her need against his, Dave would pull back and she’d murmur in protest.

  “Make me yours. Please.”

  How could he say no to such a plea? He thrust her body farther up so he could travel kisses to one of her breasts. Once there he suckled and nipped at the erect peak until Kathy cried out and her body began to buck. As he moved to the next one, they slowly slid to the floor.

  On his knees Dave buried his face between her legs. “You smell delicious. I can’t wait to find out how you taste.” He moved her panties aside and explored her with one finger.

  “Oh!”

  He licked his finger then reached up, beckoning her to taste. “Sweet. Just like you.” She took the offering and suckled. “Wow, that’s hot.” With tender tugs Dave removed her panties. Once exposed he flicked his tongue over the sensitive swollen nub in hopes she would feel the same passion he was.

  “Dave, you’re killing me.”

  “No. I’m pleasuring you. Let go.” He brought her to her knees and kissed her lips with violent impatience. She wrapped around him so forcefully he fell back against the floor.

  He turned them so she could brace her hands on the door and moved her tasty center to hover over his mouth. “I’m living a dream.” Blowing over her softly, Kathy’s body trembled. Next he tenderly teased her lips with his tongue and she jolted. “Come down here,” he commanded, and brought her to his mouth. Instantly she cried out. Dave used one hand to hold her up and the other to tease. He found himself as excited as her, and knew he would lose his own control in his pants the moment she did in his mouth.

  Quicker and quicker his tongue moved over her. Three fingers deep, he felt the velvet walls tighten. Not wanting her to start thinking, he took her swollen morsel between his teeth. Kathy exploded. She rode him hard, coming again and again. Looking up Dave witnessed the most breathtaking woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

  * * *

  She’d never done that before. How could she look him in the eyes after what she’d just experienced? That is, if she could move from where she melted on the floor. Kathy’s body involuntarily shook. Damn, she felt good. No wonder people got addicted to sex.

  “What?” Dave asked, from beside her.

  “Huh?”

  “You said something.”

  She blinked at the ceiling. “I did?”

  He giggled. “Yup. About addiction and sex.”

  “Did you just giggle?” Turning on her side, she regarded the fully clothed man beside her.

  “Probably. You seem to be able to do all sorts of exciting things to me.”

  “To you!” She lay back down and stared at nothing of interest. “Dave, that was.…”

  “Incredible.”

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Wow. It feels so wrong, though. How can you say ‘incredible’ when you got nothing out of it?”

  “Sweetheart. This isn’t only about receiving. You can get just as much pleasure from giving.”

  She would have to think that over. Giving had never brought her much joy. Of course receiving hadn’t either until just a few minutes ago. “Guess we’ll have to try that some time.”

  In a flash, Dave rolled on top of her. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

  “Stay the night.” She reached for his face and brought his lips down to hers. The lingering taste of herself brought on a wave of desire so severe it was jolting.

  “I have to get back home to my parents. Plus I need a shower and a change of underwear.”

  “Underwear? Why in the world would you need that?”

  His smile looked devilish. “I came too.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. You do that to me, Kathy Mae Smith.”

  “I… how? I didn’t touch you. I mean… I didn’t do anything.”

  “You don’t have to.” Dave gathered her close. “Watching you is such a turn-on, you have no idea!”

  When he massaged her breast, she leaned into it. “Sure you don’t want to stay? This was my first real experience with this sort of thing and I’ll need a lot more practice.” Did she really just say that? But instead of cowering, she looked at him with determination. She loved the feelings Dave brought out of her.

  “No… yes.”

  “What’s the worst that could happen?” Kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear, her hands roamed his body. Her power to possess him grew more intoxicating with each of his moans. She wanted so much more than this quick fling in her doorway. “Could I persuade you into staying?”

  “Yes.” His voice sounded intense, his breathing deeper as she undid the button and zipper of his jeans.

  “I’ve been wanting to see what you have down here.”

  “Kathy.”

  “Wow, Dave. This looks to be very restricting.” What was she doing? She’d never seduced a man before. Yet here she was doing it without a skilled plan.

  “What are you doing, Kathy?” He lifted his hips when she started to tug down his jeans.

  “I’m going to give and you’re going to receive.”

  She leaned down and with a flick of her tongue, heard Dave’s hissed breath.

  “That feels great.”

  With her confidence growing, Kathy explored some more. She glided her mouth down as far as she could go and…

  “Wait. Wait.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” She’d just die if he said yes so close to the beginning of her journey.

  “Oh, no. No, Muffin.” He cupped her chin, kissed her then arched himself to the side to search out the back pocket of his jeans. “My parents.” With a huff, he flipped his phone open. “What?”

  Kathy smacked his chest. “Be nice.”

  By the moonlight seeping in through her windows Kathy saw him wink at her. “Mom, I’ll be home in a little bit… Yes, I’m still with Kathy… I guess I could. Kathy, you’re gonna come to the belated Easter dinner tomorrow night, right?”

  Dinner? “I.…”

  “She’s stuttering so I’m taking that as a yes… No, I’m not pushing her into anything she doesn’t want to do… Mom, please don’t do that…” He cupped the back of Kathy’s head and with the phone still to his ear, Dave kissed her brainless. “What? Yeah, you are interrupting something… No, I’m not being fresh.”

  “Yes, you are,” Kathy whispered in horror and began to get up.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he told her and pulled her back down to him. “Mom, I need to let you go. I’ll be home soonish. Love you.” Hanging up the phone he turned to her with narrowed eyes. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I… you told her we’re having sex.”


  “No, I didn’t.”

  Kathy wanted to pull her hair out. Men could be so dense. “Yes, you did.”

  He sat up and pulled his shirt off. “I can’t help what goes on in her imagination, Kathy. Just like I can’t help wanting to feel your hands on me again.” He took one of hers and wrapped it around his hard shaft. Kathy hardly noticed. She was too busy looking at Dave’s toned chest covered in tattoos. Her mouth went dry.

  “You’re a bad boy, aren’t you, Dave?”

  “Kathy, my love…” He kissed her hard then lay back on the floor with his hands behind his head, an open invitation for her to feast. “You have no idea.”

  “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”

  “Nope. You’re running this show.”

  Tentative, she fastened her mouth around him. Ascending down the thick temptation, she found herself lost in the domination she felt. He groaned when she touched him with her fingers then arched when her mouth explored the sacks below. When she worked him beyond any reasonable thought, he exploded in her mouth.

  Again they lay speechless in the moonlit entryway.

  “Wow,” Dave finally spoke. “You have a gift. And you can use that on me any time.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh when he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Really? Not just trying to butter me up for your leaving?”

  “I don’t want to leave. Gosh, you’re beautiful in the moonlight.”

  Kathy snorted before her focus turned to his chest. “Tell me what these mean.” She traced a finger along the tattoos stretched across his torso, abdomen, and arms. “I never knew all these were here. Where’d you get them?” He got quiet and even in the little bit of light, Kathy could see him pondering how to answer her question. “Dave?”

  “I got this one.” He pointed at the large menacing devil on his right shoulder. “And this one.” The angel on his left shoulder. “In jail.”

  He watched her, looking for some reaction he seemed sure would come. “Did they hurt?”

  “You’re not gonna ask why I was in jail?”

  “No. Unless you want me to.” For some reason it really didn’t seem important. As if anything he’d been in there for wasn’t as bad as the fear she saw in his eyes.

  “I’m… speechless.”

  “Well, there’s no reason for that. Did they hurt?” she asked again.

  Dave took the hand tracing his ink and kissed it. “I have a record.”

  “Me too. Actually it’s a forty-five recording of the original Muppet Movie theme. I hear it’s worth money.” He laughed and she realized she liked the sound, knowing she brought the humor out of him.

  “Yes, they hurt.”

  “I have a phoenix on my left butt cheek. Sophie and I got them at the same time.”

  “Sophie has a tattoo?”

  “Yup. On her shoulder blade.”

  His hand slowly caressed her side, sliding up until it cupped the back of her neck. He kissed her. “I’m gonna have to see that ink in a lot more light, Kathy.”

  “It’s not like I have a whole lot on.”

  “I might just have to rethink my—” The vibration of his phone interrupted his words. “Damn phone!” He felt for it in the dark and Kathy watched his irked expression by the dim phone light. “What!”

  Things couldn’t be any more perfect. No, actually they would be if Dave stayed the night. But she understood why he couldn’t. His parents were waiting for him and probably wanted a better explanation to what they had walked in on tonight at the bar and what was going on with Detective Owen.

  Flopping on her bed face up, Kathy stared at her ceiling. He did it. Dave gave her an orgasm and promised to make it happen again and again. It was everything she dreamed it would be and so much more. She rolled over and snuggled into her pillow. A moment before sleep took her she thought, I could get used to this.

  Chapter Eight

  Renee clapped her hands together. “I’m so excited. I haven’t seen Mitch in forever!” Taking a long sip of her martini, she leaned back on Dave’s couch and threw her feet up on the ottoman. “When did you find out?”

  “While I was at Kathy’s.” Mitch was a longtime friend. They’d met years ago when his family took their summer vacations at the same place Dave’s parents did. “He said he’ll be here sometime in the next two days. He’ll find out for certain tonight.”

  Dave busied himself with supper. Cooking had, in much the same way as his brother, become his refuge. Being able to throw all those tastes together and make them into something great was the easy part. It was the making sure nothing burned that got him every time.

  George looked over Dave’s shoulder and down at the frying pan. “Maybe you could use more oil.”

  “Maybe you’d like to cook your own food,” he teased.

  “No need to be testy with your dad,” Renee commented from the sofa.

  “HA. Mom, it’s eleven at night. I’m tired and instead of sleeping, I’m cooking a meal for the two strays that showed up at my place.” He turned and winked at his mother then rolled his shoulder in the sling while George leaned against the counter next to him.

  “Tsk-tsk. You should be excited we’re here,” his father told him.

  “Why?”

  “We can tell you want to know what we think of Kathy,” George told him.

  Dave concentrated on the onions in the pan. Probably should get the meat in here before they fry to ashes. “Make yourself useful and hand me the ground meat.”

  George held the plate of meat above his head and away from Dave. “Admit you like the girl.”

  Placing the blandest look he could on his face and with one hand on his hip, Dave answered, “I like the girl and she’s helped me a lot while I’ve been in this damn sling. Now give me the meat or you’re cooking the rest yourself.”

  George lowered it while studying Dave’s eyes. “That was too easy, don’t you think, dear?”

  “Way too easy. He’s hiding something,” Renee informed her husband jauntily.

  “I’m hiding nothing. You wanted to hear it. I said it.” The meat fell in the pan with a good-natured plop and began to sizzle.

  “George, my love?”

  “Yes, Goddess?”

  “I’m in hell,” Dave said aloud to himself but couldn’t help the grin that split his lips.

  “I think our son is in love.”

  “Sugarplum, you may be right. Is that what you’re hiding, Dave?” With both hands George took his son by the head and examined his eyes. “Looks like he could use more sleep.”

  “I’d be sleeping if I wasn’t cooking and being harassed.” Despite all his attempts, Dave couldn’t keep the laugh in. His parents were truly crazy in such a fun way.

  “Sweety?” Renee pulled herself off the couch. “Check his teeth.”

  “What?” Dave pulled away from his father. “I’m going to bed. You two wacky old people can finish your own meal and clean up after yourselves.”

  “Who would have thought?” George asked his wife. “That our oldest would be such a nitpicky shit.”

  “Why couldn’t you both stay at Jake’s? He has more room,” Dave baited with his hand on his hip.

  Renee kissed her son’s cheek. “We wanted to help you out. You know, with the bad arm and all.”

  “Then why am I cooking?”

  “Well, that’s how we’re helping you out,” George pointed out. “We know you’re not going to let us touch anything or take care of you, so we’re going to let you do it for us.”

  Both his parents’ smiles broadened. “That sounds pathetic, you know. And awfully like you’re taking advantage of me.”

  George shrugged. “Maybe. But you’re not stuck with Jake and Sophie. They offered to let us stay at their place and they would stay here.”

  “I don’t think so!” Dave returned to the stove and stirred the meat. “They were terrible to live with!”

  “See,” Renee pointed out. “We’re doin’ you a favor.”

 
As Dave watched his father slowly sit at the kitchen table, it reminded him that these two special people weren’t getting any younger and how glad he was they came to visit as often as possible.

  “Okay,” George announced. “I’m going to ask about the big purple elephant in the room.”

  With a wooden spoon Dave chopped at the ground meat with a vengeance. “Detective Owen asked about some old drug contacts. I don’t know where those people are, if they’re alive, and I don’t really care. I’m clean.”

  “Dave.” Renee wrapped her son in her arms. “We are so proud of you. We know you’re clean and have nothing to do with those people.”

  “Well, he’s sniffing around.” Dave shrugged his shoulders as if the whole ordeal didn’t bother him, which was far from the truth. With a history like his there was always someone suspicious of him. “He’ll get bored of watching me wipe down counters.”

  George studied his beer with consideration. “What will you do if he starts hanging around the Lion?”

  “Serve him.”

  Renee shook her head. “It’s been so long. No one should be harassing you.”

  “The only people doing that are the two of you.” Dave pulled his mother back into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay. They can check the books. I have nothing to hide.”

  “What about Kathy?” George wanted to know.

  “What about her?” Dave went back to the meat that now swam in grease yet still seemed to be burning.

  “Do you have anything to hide from her?”

  “The both of you are dreadful people. Here’s your son cooking dinner for his starving parents in the middle of the night, and all you can do is drill me. Can you at least wait until the morning?”

  Dave shook his head when his mother said, “George, we can start asking him questions in thirty minutes. It’ll technically be tomorrow and he’ll have calmed down.”

  “Impossible. Both of you!” Dave tossed the seasoning in with the meat, along with water, noodles, and milk, then turned the flame down to simmer. “Okay guys, I’m going to bed.”

  “So Kathy doesn’t know.”

  His mother’s sad eyes grabbed at his soul—a reminder that all his parents wanted was what was best for him. “You make it sound as if I tell the women I date all my nasty secrets, right away. It’s a fine line. If you tell them too fast, they run. If you tell them too late, they say you’re dishonest. What do you think I should do?”