Page 41 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

CHAPTER TWELVE

Tessica’s stomach lurched as she starred at Connor’s outstretched hand. It wasn’t that she wanted to be celibate for the rest of her life, but taking that first step seemed impossible.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She nodded without thinking. She’d known him for over thirty years; of course she trusted him. With that thought in mind, she put her shaky hand in his.

He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand and gently tugged to make her step closer. He put his arm around her waist and pulled until their bodies were pressed together. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers.

When his parted, she followed suit. Soon his tongue pushed past her lips while his hands rubbed up and down her back. The soft hairs from his beard and mustache rubbed against her face as his tongue explored her mouth. Her arms made their way around his neck, pressing them closer together. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed with so much intent and passion.

One of his hands traveled down to cup her backside as they kissed. A small tingle of desire rippled through her and made her shiver.

He pulled back a touch. “Bedroom?”

She nodded her head to the right. “Down the hall.”

He kept one arm around her waist and guided her in that direction before putting his lips on hers again.

She got so caught up in the kiss that it was almost a surprise when she felt the edge of her bed against the backs of her legs. She broke their contact to look back at the bed before sitting down.

“Scoot to the middle of the bed and lie down,” he said softly.

While she did that, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and undid the cuffs before pulling the shirt up and off his head.

Her eyes roamed over his chest. There was a smattering of mostly white hair and freckles across his well-defined pecs. She approved.

He toed off his shoes and climbed on to the bed in his slacks and socks. He lay next to her, used his right hand to prop his head up directly above her, and kissed her again. While they kissed, his free hand roamed over her body, and cupped her left breast.

She pressed her chest into his hand in invitation.

He ran his fingertips across her blouse, right over her nipple. It jutted out for more attention. He obliged, running his fingertips back and forth over the peak.

She gasped at the little ripples of pleasure that traveled from her nipple to her core.

His hand moved to the other breast, and gave it the same treatment. She pressed into his hand wanting more. He moved back to the first breast and continued teasing the nipple through the layers of clothing.

She moaned softly and ran her hands across his shoulders and back.

After several minutes of kissing and fondling, Connor pulled his lips away. “Ready for more?”

She nodded breathlessly.

He moved to lay on his back and unbuttoned his slacks. “Take your blouse and bra off.”

She sat up and did as he asked, feeling self-conscious once the bra was off. She quickly laid back down.

He tossed his slacks and socks onto the floor, leaving his boxer briefs in place, and went back to his previous position.

Their lips touched and soon his hand moved to cup her breast again. The skin-on-skin touch was so much better. She hummed in approval. Then he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Mm,” she whimpered as jolts of pleasure ran though her body at the touch.

He broke off the kiss, and leaned down to kiss her neck. He moved lower, pressing gentle kisses across her chest until he reached her left breast.

She gasped when his warm mouth engulfed her left nipple. He gently sucked in time with his fingers tweaking her right nipple.

“Oh my god,” she muttered. “I forgot how good that felt.” She closed her eyes and got lost in the sensations for several moments. Soon her breath was coming in puffs and her hips were moving in little circles.

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