Dating A Silver Fox (Never Too Late) (31 page)

At least this time, she was living life instead of letting it pass her by.

Risks didn’t get any bigger, Lydia decided. But this time she was ready—and willing.

Chapter 23

Inside the master bedroom now filled with a curiously staring Morrie, Lydia looked around in surprise. She went into the room to dust every couple of weeks, but it looked very different to her with him standing at the foot of the new and still unused king-sized bed.

“Last chance to back out,” Morrie warned. “I’m trying to be fair here.”

Searching for fear and finding a remarkably small amount given the look of wicked determination on Morrie’s face, Lydia lifted her eyebrows at his sudden hesitation. All she wanted was to banish the fear she had of dying without knowing what it was like to be in this room with a man she actually liked and wanted in the bed.

So far, it was working out better than she hoped, she decided, watching Morrie waiting patiently for her despite his threat. His patience with her fears had certainly won her over as much as his persistence in pursuing her had.

She did her best to make a cackling sound that she hoped sounded like a chicken. It was weak, but she saw his eyes flash with understanding at her dare.

Then she was being spun by one hand and her shirt lifted over her head and off as she gasped in surprise. Seconds later her bra was unfastened at the back and sent flying across the room in the same direction her shirt had gone while she was still gasping in shock. It had barely registered that Morrie had completely undressed her to the waist when both his hands closed around her now naked breasts from behind.

Leaning into his palms just seemed like the right thing to do in the moment, so she did. It was even better than through clothes.

“Morrison, you have succeeded in undressing me,” Lydia announced, trying to sound appalled, but to her ears she simply sounded breathless.

“Umm…hmmm. That went much better than I’d hoped, but then I’ve been rehearsing it in my head for weeks,” he said in her ear, agreeing and laughing as his fingers stroked and tugged until her nipples were hard points against his palms.

Lydia bit her lip and closed her eyes. It was easier to concentrate on what he was doing, and slightly easier to breath through the panic that ebbed and flowed with his actions.

“How much F. Scott Fitzgerald have you read?” Morrie asked, running one hand down over firm stomach muscles, happy to be able to freely explore them at last.

“What? Oh…not. . .not much,” Lydia stammered, opening her eyes and looking at the two of them in the mirrored closet door across the room.

She looked dazed, and the man behind her looked like a predatory animal with his hands on her naked body, holding her firmly against him. Lydia closed her eyes tightly again, deciding she was barely ready to mentally admit what was happening. Watching was just too much. His voice when he spoke was soft and not demanding at all despite the firm grip he had on one breast. His other hand stroked smoothly across her waist, tracing her curves.

“F. Scott Fitzgerald was a great writer. He said that a person never experiences the same kind of love twice. That means what we have with each other is not like anything either of us has had with anyone else. I like that idea. Do you?” Morrie asked, pulling her back against him and wrapping himself even more around her pliant yet firm body until he felt his erection pressing against her back.

“I suppose I do want to believe what we have is unique to us,” Lydia whispered, turning her head until she could almost see him.

She felt his mouth move to her shoulder and his lips sliding from ear to collarbone. A sigh of pleasure eased itself out of her. The hand on her stomach moved up and down in firm, confident strokes then while the other held her breast and squeezed almost to a point of pain. Caught against him as she was, Lydia felt a tightening of awareness in her gut and understood it was partly fear.

But beyond the fear was something she had never experienced before.

It was the need for
more
.

To want—really want—was the most amazing feeling she had ever had. She focused on his hands and how possessive they were being, yet now and again she felt a tremble in them too. It was like she was finally in sync with a male, finally able to see that what was happening…was happening to both of them.

“Scared yet?” Morrie asked when they had been quiet for a minute or two.

Lydia shook her head, lying boldly even as her heart thudded hard against his arm. “Am I supposed to be?”

“I don’t know. Depends on how brave you’re feeling tonight. Want more lessons?” he teased.

Lydia blushed, wondering if the man was a mind reader. “I think I’m becoming an eager student,” she said.

Morrie laughed, sliding the exploring hand on her stomach down beyond the waistband of the exercise pants she wore around the house. Stretchy clothes had to be one of the best inventions ever, he decided, fingertips grazing her pubic area and making her gasp.

“Sssh…it’s okay. I just want to touch you—
need
to touch you,” he whispered. “Can I? Please say yes.”

“I don’t know,” she answered, feeling real fear at last. Then she felt him sweep his fingers over her, running across something that made her hiss his name. “
Morrie.
”

He cackled like a chicken in her ear, laughing at her when she huffed out an exasperated sigh. Fear fled, only to be replaced by irritation that Morrie could tease at a time like this.

“Can’t we just explore above the waist this first time?” she demanded.

“Sure, if you really want to stop me from discovering all the secrets you’ve been hiding,” Morrie said on another laugh, sweeping fingertips across her again, making sure to rub her in just the right spot to make her hiss at him. She was almost as swollen and aching as he was. He wanted her to explode, melt down, and then let him inside to do it with her.

“Honey, there’s so much I want to show you. I don’t want to scare you, but it takes a lot to banish certain kinds of ghosts. How brave are you going to be with me?” Morrie asked, dropping all pretense of teasing.

Lydia bit her lip, thinking hard about it as Morrie pulled back firmly on her breast and twisted her entire upper body until he could reach her lips. Then he plunged his tongue in and out a few times as his hand slid across her and down again.

“Spread your legs and let me
really
touch you,” he ordered, never stopping the onslaught of his tongue making love to her mouth.

“But I. . .oh,” Lydia said against his busy mouth, her body obeying even when she wasn’t sure. She felt Morrie slip a finger inside her, then one more. “That feels. . .oh my god.”

“Not Ha’Shem—just a man loving you properly,” Morrie said, stroking her wetness and the evidence of her arousal with a pleasure that exceeded even his lust for her which was immense. “I intend to have you the way I want later, but first I’m going to show you just how weak I can make your legs.”

He dove into her mouth again, this time bending her body to the rhythm of both his fingers and his tongue, lifting his palm and her hips with every stroke of them in and out of her. Her gasp into his mouth as she erupted in his arms gave Morrie an even stronger sense of purpose. He only hoped he was being gentle enough, because her response stripped away most of his control.

“I swear, you’re even hotter than any dream I had of you, and I had a lot these last few weeks,” Morrie said, sliding his fingers out and turning her fully into his arms, wrapping her close as she gazed up at him dazed by what happened. “So how are your legs now?”

“That—that was a climax, wasn’t it? It just…I never…can you make me do that any time you want?” Lydia asked in shock, gripping his shirtfront with both hands to keep from falling. Her legs wobbled so badly at the knees she could barely stand up.

Morrie lifted both hands to cup her face. “You mean, can I pleasure you again? Are you kidding? Baby, that was mostly just foreplay what we did. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet.”

Closing her eyes, Lydia pulled her face from his hands and Morrie felt her sniffling against the front of his shirt. Part of him wanted to soothe her. He had wondered if she would feel the need to grieve all the years she hadn’t known or done anything once he’d shown her the possibilities.

But another part wanted her to understand that he had done this with her just because of what he felt. The physical was a gift born of their connection, but he didn’t know if Lydia could even understand that yet.

“I want to let you cry over the past, but I can’t make myself be that nice tonight. I need you too much. What do you say to climbing under the covers of that big unused bed of yours with me?” Morrie asked, lifting her head off his chest so he could peer into her face. “Let’s do some real ghost busting. Let me inside you.”

Lydia bit her lip, swallowed hard. “Okay. Kiss me again.”

“Glad to. Get naked with me. I want to explore that hard body of yours. I’ve never been with anyone who was in better shape than I was,” Morrie said.

Not knowing how to respond to such a compliment, Lydia began unbuttoning his shirt, stripping it down over nicely toned arms to his cuffs, doing them last. When the shirt was on the floor, she ran hands over his bare chest. “You look pretty good yourself.”

Morrie nodded. “Thanks. Given the condition of your body, I would have felt guilty coming to you with my belly hanging over my belt.”

Lydia laughed and ran her hands around his soft but trim waist. “I’m glad you don’t have that either. Can I take off your pants?”

“If you insist,” Morrie said, pretending to be exasperated as she removed his belt and unfastened his pants. They fell to the floor fairly quickly.

He was surprised though when Lydia snagged the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down as well. Saying nothing to discourage her efforts, Morrie just let her finish the task. Then he stood there under her perusal, slightly wilted but still interested enough to garner attention.

“Tommy’s having a short break,” Morrie said, explaining as she continued to stare.

Her giggle pleased him as much as her climax.

“I’m sorry. I just. . .it’s that name,” Lydia said.

Ignoring the comment, Morrie huffed and tugged at the band of her slacks.

“I like that you don’t wear underwear under these.”

When her pants were history, he took the time to check her out, pretending not to see her pink face. “Oh good. You’re a natural blonde. Looks like I guessed right.”

Lydia fisted hands on naked hips. “Do not tell me that you had a bet on the color of my pubic hair.”

“Okay—I won’t tell you,” Morrie said, grinning at her.

When Lydia stooped to pick up her pants, Morrie laughed and wrestled them away, flinging them across the room towards the mirrored door where her bra and t-shirt now lay. “I’m kidding. It was just me dreaming about how you looked and wondering. I’m a guy. Okay? Guys think about things like that.”

“
Guys
make stupid bets about serious things like kissing,” Lydia said, reminding him that she had not forgotten.

“Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of our lives?” Morrie asked, whining with great relish.

“Yes,” Lydia said, sticking out her lip in a pout.

“You and that pouty lip,” Morrie said, scooping her up and sucking it into his mouth while she squirmed against him until he let go. “Months from now, I’m going to skip foreplay and bury myself in you just because I can. That lip revs my motor every time.”

“What are you going to do tonight?” Lydia demanded, deciding she liked the determined look in his gaze on her breasts now squished between them.

“Everything you let me, within reason,” Morrie said, easing back and tugging her with him as he climbed into the bed. “But first, let’s take a nap. I’ll set my watch to wake us up in a couple of hours. I want to be alert and totally up for it next time.”

He tucked them together and rolled her naked into his arms. “Plus I just want to hold you and think about how lucky I am.”

Sighing, Lydia didn’t know what to say back or what to do, so she closed her eyes and felt her body almost instantly dropping into sleep.

***

Later, Lydia fought her way to consciousness, waking to a hand firmly rubbing her butt. She turned her head and met the same blue-eyed stare from the first time he’d spent the night with her.

“Even your ass is perfectly toned,” Morrie pronounced.

Lydia snorted. “It better be. I work really hard to fight gravity.”

“I can only imagine,” Morrie said. “You have an outstanding body. I was checking it out while you slept. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“As much as I hate to detract from this moment, it seems only honest to tell you that I had this body long before I met you,” Lydia said.

“I’m sure you did, but I’m the one getting to benefit from it tonight,” Morrie said softly. “I happen to be a man who fully appreciates the significance of being a woman’s choice of bed partner.”

Something turned to liquid inside her and rushed instantly to the area between her legs. Lydia wasn’t completely naïve, but it was the first time she ever remembered it happening strong enough for her to feel it.