My head cocked to the side in confusion.
What's he doing here at this hour? I thought. He has never visited me at home before, let alone in the middle of the night. Why's he freezing? It's summer.
When I opened the door, I saw Jacob standing there in street clothes. He had jeans on and a tight blue t-shirt, along with brown cowboy boots. His jeans hugged his hips in just the right places.
“Hey, is everything alright?” I asked.
It was then that I realized I'd answered the door wearing only my panties and a long t-shirt. I quickly pulled the bottom of the shirt down, using it to cover myself up the best I could.
“Yes, everything's fine,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
I held the door open for him, still confused as to why he was there, but also happy to see him.
As soon as I closed the door, he turned to face me. His eyes drifted down my body and then back up. His pupils seemed to dilate and I noticed it, despite the fact that the only light in the room was coming from the moon.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you.” He stepped toward me as he spoke, quickly closing the gap between us.
“Dr. Matthews,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“Never been better.” He placed his hands onto my hips and took another step forward, pressing my back against the door.
Without saying another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss sent a burst of excitement through me. My heart was pounding behind my ribs. When he pulled away, the desire in his eyes became even more intense.
He brought his hands down my sides and around to my back. His fingers left a trail of heat across my skin. His kisses were hungry and his hands insistent.
“I need you,” he whispered between kisses. “I need you so damn much.”
Heat, desire, lust, and years of waiting all came to the surface. I wrapped my arms around his neck, plunging my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, driving me wild.
His hands slid up my shirt, palms against the bare skin of my stomach. He licked his lips, as his hand slid up my torso. I shivered as he inched higher and higher. He palmed my breasts, pressing his hips into mine. I could feel his desire and it was about to be mine.
“Yes,” I whispered. They turned into a cry of pleasure. “Yes!”
My own words echoed through the house, startling me awake. My eyes opened and I looked around, suddenly confused. Dr. Matthews wasn't there and I wasn't even in the kitchen. In fact, I found myself laying on the couch. The TV flickered in front of me, playing some after-hours infomercial about a men's hair loss cream.
Holy shit, I thought, kicking the blanket off of me. It was just a dream.
There was a desperate aching between my legs unlike anything I'd ever experienced, though. The dream had felt so authentic, but now that it was over, my body felt empty. There was nothing more I wanted to do then to go back to sleep and resume the dream where it had left off. I closed my eyes, but couldn't seem to get tired again.
After a few minutes, I got up off the couch and went to the kitchen to make myself some tea. I tried to forget about the sexual images that my mind had created while I was asleep. It was difficult, though. I kept glancing toward the front door, somehow hoping that I'd hear a knock and find Dr. Matthews standing on the other side with that animalistic eagerness in his eyes.
The door remained quiet.
Chapter 10
When I woke up the next morning, the vivid images from my dream of Dr. Matthews were still fresh on my mind. I could practically feel his kisses and the heat of his skin, even though it had never really happened. I got ready for work and noticed that I was in a surprisingly good mood. Even though it was the middle of the week and the weekend was still a few days away, I was humming to myself with glee.
If my city friends could see me, they would tell me I needed to get laid. If I was feeling this good off a dream, imagine what the real thing could do to me.
I spent the day feeling wonderful. The patients were happy, or as happy as they could be about being at the doctor's office, and I managed not to blush too hard around Dr. Matthews. The first encounter of the morning with him definitely threw me off my game, but I managed to not embarrass myself too badly.
The shadows in the office grew longer and the steady stream of patients trickled to an empty office. I sat at my computer charting the last few visits of the day and making sure that everything was ready for tomorrow.
“Well, this has got to be a first. I'm done before you are.”
I swiveled in my chair to see Dr. Matthews leaning in my doorway. I would never grow tired of seeing him there. He had gray dress slacks and a dark polo on today. He'd taken off the white doctor coat and left it in his office, leaving him almost casual looking.