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  “You look incredible,” she said, “You’re going to totally wow him.”

  “I hope so,” I admitted. “I’m still finding it hard to believe he asked me out.”

  Ellen tutted and pulled a face at me. “Why wouldn’t he? You’re beautiful, successful and an all-round great person. What’s not to be interested in?”

  I smiled, grateful for the compliment, but then looked down at myself and said honestly, “Thank you. But I just can’t help feeling he’s the type of guy who could have anyone...you could see a model on his arm. And I’m well, a bit chubby.”

  Ellen shook her head.

  “You are not ‘chubby’, you are curvy and there’s a difference. Women would pay thousands for your tits and ass. Hell, I’d pay thousands for them.”

  I laughed at that. Ellen was petite and gorgeous but I could tell she meant it.

  “Well that’s made me feel a bit better,” I smiled at her.

  “Seriously,” she said, “He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want to. He kissed you in the street! I’m pretty sure he could get into trouble for that; he’s a cop. So he clearly thinks you’re worth it.”

  I thanked her again, kissed Max and left, my tummy fizzing with excitement. I hoped Ellen was right.

  As I pulled up outside my house Scott was already there, knocking at the door.

  “Hey,” I said. He turned around and I saw his eyes widen as he took in my appearance. His eyes traveled the length of my body and back, lingering on my breasts for a moment. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

  “You look incredible,” he murmured, kissing me on the cheek.

  “So do you.”

  He did, indeed, look incredible. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer jacket. He looked so handsome he could have stepped straight out of an issue of GQ. I wondered if he had any idea how utterly gorgeous he was. At least I didn’t feel overdressed, although I couldn’t help feeling, in spite of Ellen’s lovely words, like he was completely out of my league.

  Yet the way he looked at me seemed to indicate he didn’t think that way at all.

  “So where are we going?” I asked as he held the passenger door of his car open for me.

  “The new French restaurant over the other side of town,” he said.

  “I love French food,” I replied, getting into the car. It had heated leather seats. He got in beside me and we strapped in.

  “Me too. I’m quite partial to French kissing as well,” he said with a wicked smile that made me blush and laugh at the same time.

  “Oh really?” I giggled, thinking of our very public kiss earlier that day.

  “Really,” he said in a more serious tone. “Here, let me show you.”

  He leaned towards me and cupped my face in his hand and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he bent his head towards mine. A jolt of electric went through me as our lips touched and I felt my nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of my dress.

  He kissed me roughly, his mouth and tongue exploring mine, while reaching a hand around my waist and pressing me against him. I placed a hand against his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his pecs under his shirt. I wondered what he would look like with his shirt off and I had the sudden image of him standing at the edge of my bed, slowly unbuttoning it while gazing at me with those wicked eyes…

  I felt myself getting damp between my thighs. I’d never been so aroused just from kissing someone. He moved his hand up my back and to the nape of my neck as he had done before, tugging lightly on my hair. He gently bit my lower lip, sucking on it, then tipped my head back ever so slightly and trailed his lips down from my mouth to my neck. I heard myself moan deep in my throat, and then suppressed another moan of frustration as he pulled away.

  “Sorry,” he said breathlessly, “but I had to get that out of the way or I would have been thinking about it all night,” he said, then started the engine and pulled off.

  I sat back in my chair feeling dazed, my body thrumming with desire and my lips feeling pleasantly bruised from his kiss.

  I knew I wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else all night but that kiss.

  Chapter Four

  Scott

  I gazed over the table at Naomi as she read the menu and thought again how lucky I was. She looked so damn sexy in that dress. There was no way I could have kept my hands off her in the car. I had to kiss her. But rather than it getting my lust for her out my system it had intensified it and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  I was using every last bit of my self-control trying to stop myself from getting a really obvious erection. Thank God the tablecloth pretty much covered my lap.

  “I can’t understand a word of this menu,” she said.

  “Me neither,” I laughed. “I’m just going to ask for the chicken and see what turns up.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” she said with a big smile that lit up her eyes. She really seemed to have no idea how pretty and sexy she was, something that I found incredibly appealing.

  The chicken turned out to be delicious. I watched her tuck into her food with gusto, thinking how completely arousing it was to watch her eat, when she noticed me looking and her cheeks went bright pink.

  “Sorry,” she said, looking embarrassed, “I know I eat too much. I keep meaning to go on a diet.”

  I felt my eyes widen.

  “Are you crazy?” I protested, “you’re beautiful.”

  She looked at me surprised. “Really? I’d have thought you were the kind of guy who went for the skinny model type.”

  I pulled a face. That wasn’t my type at all. “No way,” I protested. “I like a woman to be voluptuous. And to enjoy her food, too. There’s nothing worse than a date with a woman who can’t enjoy herself and just chases salad around her plate all night.”

  She laughed at that.

  “Well that’s definitely not me,” she said with a grin.

  “Glad to hear it.”

  We finished our food and I ordered the bill as I asked, “there’s a nice cocktail bar around the corner if you fancy a nightcap. I think they usually have a band playing on a Friday.”

  She looked pleased and nodded. I paid the bill and we walked over the road to the bar. I couldn’t drink as I was on call but I ordered a soda and Naomi chose a cocktail with an exotic name and we sat on the high bar stools. She crossed her legs and her dress hiked up her legs a little, giving me a flash of thigh. I tried not to stare. It was hard enough over dinner trying not to gaze at her very impressive cleavage. She had such a great body and I couldn’t look at her without wanting to see her naked. I’d never been like this around a woman before but something about Naomi made me feel like I was a horny teenager all over again.

  The band was good – a mixture of light jazz and sensual soul. Perfect, in fact, for a slow dance.

  I smiled and held a hand out to her. “Would you do me the honor..?” I winked.

  “Why not?” she laughed and I led her onto the dance floor.

  As she moved into my arms I thought how perfectly she fit into them. Perhaps inspired by our appearance on the dance floor the band started a sultry RnB number and I put my arms low around her waist and pulled her into me, swaying in time to the music. I looked down at her, noticing how beautiful she looked with the smoke and shadows from the bar playing across her face and highlighting her perfect bone structure. Her lips were just inches from mine…

  I leaned down and kissed her softly, but the minute her lips touched mine the hunger for her rose and I felt myself go hard instantly. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to mind – and I was as hard as a rock so she must have felt it – in fact, she pushed her groin further into mine causing me to let out a low, involuntary groan. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass lightly with one hand. Part of me could hardly believe I was getting raunchy like this in public, but the other part of me didn’t care. Naomi was in my arms and that was all that mattered.

  I have to take her hom
e tonight, I thought.

  Then I felt a buzzing in my pocket and my heart sank. I pulled away and took my phone from my pocket, my heart sinking as I saw the number.

  “I’m on call, I’m sorry but I have to take it,” I whispered to her as I brought the phone to my ear. I saw her face fall too.

  Just as I dreaded, it was a call out. There had been a break-in and I had to attend. I cursed as I put the phone back in my pocket. I took Naomi’s face in my hands, longing to kiss her again.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, “but I have to take you home.”

  She shook her head. “I understand,” she said brightly, although I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

  We walked out to the car with my arm around her waist.

  Chapter Five

  Naomi

  I got into his car feeling bitterly disappointed, not to mention incredibly frustrated. The night had been going so well and dancing with him had turned me on to the point that I could feel how wet my panties were as I sat down on the leather seats.

  Still, perhaps it was for the best because I had been dangerously close to breaking my cardinal rule of never having sex with a man on the first date, no matter how attractive. But Scott was something else...I thrummed with desire every time I was near him and my body clearly had very different intentions to my mind. Any more of that slow dancing and my body would definitely have won the battle. And if the size of the bulge I had felt pressing into me as we danced was anything to go by, then it would have been a very good night indeed...

  “I’m really sorry about this,” Scott said ruefully.

  I shook my head, “don’t worry, it’s not your fault,” I assured him. “Duty calls I suppose.”

  I realized if we were to continue dating I’d have to accept the fact he was a cop and all that came with it. Interruptions like this were bound to happen from time to time. I just wished I didn’t have to find this out on the first date. Especially as all I could think about was feeling his big strong hands explore my body and what he would look like naked… on top of me.

  “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, “and always at the wrong bloody time.” He shot me a look as he started the engine. “Have you ever been in a cop’s car before?”

  I shook my head.

  “Would you like me to put the sirens on? After all, I do have an emergency to go to, though I shouldn’t technically put them on until after I drop you off.”

  I grinned, feeling a fizz of excitement like a naughty schoolgirl. “That sounds fun,” I admitted.

  He put the sirens on and pulled off and I watched in amazement how all the other cars on the road immediately pulled out of our way. We went fast too and with my window half-down, the wind whipped my hair around my face. I laughed in exhilaration.

  “That was fun,” I said as he pulled up outside my house. He had turned off the sirens just before we pulled into the street. I didn’t want the neighbors thinking I was up to no good, even if that was exactly what I wanted to be doing with him.

  “I’m glad. Hopefully, it made up a little bit for our night being cut short,” he said as he unclasped his belt and turned to me, pulling me into his arms for a rough, hot kiss.

  He was such a good kisser, his lips firm on mine, his hands running through my hair. I pressed myself into him and heard myself let out a soft moan as he pulled away. He looked like he was battling with himself.

  “I wish I didn’t have to leave you like this,” he whispered. “It’s so hard to keep my hands off you.”

  I blushed at the compliment and the naked lust in his eyes.

  “Next time,” I said.

  “Next time,” he said, kissing me again, “and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said playfully, feeling daring.

  “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

  “And how exactly are you going to make it up to me?”

  He narrowed his eyes and gave me a look that was so blatantly sexual I felt like I blushed from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

  “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he said in a low voice.

  I got out of the car and watched him drive off, my whole body tingling. Then I walked up the street to fetch Max. Ellen raised her eyebrows at me as she opened the front door.

  “You’re earlier than I expected,” she said, “Did everything go alright?”

  “It was amazing,” I said dreamily, “but he had to rush off. Some work thing – a break-in, I think.” I tried to sound nonchalant but I couldn’t stop the smile that split my face as I spoke about him. “He just dropped me home.”

  “Oh no!” Ellen sympathized. “But apart from that? Did you kiss?”

  I felt my grin get even wider. “We did,” I admitted.

  “And?” Ellen demanded. “Spill the gossip woman!”

  I laughed. “He is so sexy,” I admitted. “Honestly I would have gone home with him there and then if he hadn’t had to go...and that’s not like me at all.”

  “You deserve some happiness,” Ellen said firmly. “Are you going to see him again?”

  “Yes,” I nodded, and then frowned as I realized we hadn’t set a date or time. Now I was just going to have to wait for his call. I was never the most patient person in the world, and where this man was concerned I didn’t want to have to wait a moment longer than absolutely necessary.

  I wanted him so bad I knew it was going to drive me crazy until I saw him again.

  I picked Max up from where he was lying in the den with Jimmy, dozing as they watched a film.

  “He’s been as good as gold,” Ellen assured me. I smiled proudly and shushed him as I lifted him up and he mumbled into my neck. I carried him home and laid him in bed, tucking him in.

  Then I ran myself a bubble bath and poured myself a glass of wine. As I sank back into the warm water I couldn’t help thinking about what might have happened if he hadn’t have been called off. Would I have gone home with him? My whole body tingled again at the thought and I watched my nipples stiffen, poking through the cloudy foam of bubbles. I closed my eyes and imagined him taking one of them in his mouth as I began to run my hands over my breasts, pinching a nipple and picturing Scott licking and nibbling at the sensitive nub of flesh.

  My pussy ached in response and I trailed my free hand down my body and in between my legs. Even through the bathwater, I could feel how wet my pussy was. Slick and silky between my folds. I imagined my hand was Scott’s hand, that it was his fingers now circling my throbbing clit and teasing my nipples.

  I let out a soft gasp as I envisioned him lying in between my thighs and lowering his head down to kiss my pussy. How would he do it, I wondered? Fast or slow? I began to rub my clit with one fingertip in a quick, rhythmic motion, all the while making believe that it was Scott’s tongue. Picturing him going down on me, tasting me while I played with myself. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot, so I slowed down. Making myself wait. Wanting to draw it out and enjoy every second of pleasure even if it was only imaginary Scott and not the real deal.

  Leaving my throbbing clit for the moment I dipped a finger inside myself, feeling how wet I was growing and how the walls of my pussy clenched around it, inviting me in. Inviting Scott in. My nimble fingers became thicker and rougher in my imagination as I added another and used my thumb to work my clit at the same time.

  I thought about Scott pushing his cock inside me. Taking me. Remembered how big and thick he felt under his jeans at the club. I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering aloud as I picked up my pace, feeling my climax build. I envisioned Scott was there above me, fucking me roughly now as he approached his own orgasm. Biting my neck and kissing me. The thought was so sexy I came in long gushing waves of sensation. Biting down on my other hand so I didn’t make too much noise and wake Max.

  Afterward, I floated in the bath with my eyes closed, my body warm and tingly. I was satisfied physically, but it wasn’t enough.

  I need the real thing.

>   Chapter Six

  Scott

  “Scott, you’re miles away,” Toby said, waving a hand in front of my face. Toby was my friend and often partner and it was thanks to him I’d met Naomi. It was his son we had attended the barbecue with where I’d first met her. He was the only person I had told about our date, although he hadn’t been the first person at work that day to mention I seemed distracted.

  I was at my desk at the end of the day on the Monday following our date, filling out some paperwork from a call-out earlier in the day. Or I was supposed to be filling it out. Mostly I was just staring into the distance and thinking about Naomi.

  “Sorry,” I murmured, “What did you say?”

  Toby shook his head. “You’re thinking about that chick again aren’t you?”

  I nodded. Toby knew me well enough that there was no sense in lying to him. I was thinking about Naomi. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Friday night had been amazing on so many levels, not just the physical, but damn, the physical had been good. I hadn’t been able to hide my arousal when I kissed her in the club.

  If I hadn’t had to leave I definitely would have tried to take her home. I wanted her body underneath mine. I felt desperate to be inside her. To taste her pussy. To have her naked underneath me and screaming my name. But perhaps it was a good thing it didn’t go any further. I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want this to be just a fling. I wanted to date her properly and treat her like the goddess she truly was.

  I was intrigued by her. As well as being heart-stoppingly sexy she was funny and interesting and I admired the way she brought her son up pretty much alone while running a successful business.

  She seemed like my dream woman.

  “I need to see her again,” I confessed to Toby.

  He rolled his eyes. “Man, you’re like a lovesick puppy,” he said. “You should leave it a few more days before you call her. Play it cool. You don’t want to frighten her off.”