Bit by the Bug (Matthews Sisters 1) (13 page)

She instantly thrust her hips forward into his as she deepened the kiss by small degrees, testing his response. To her surprise, and great delight, the stiff outline of his cock met her from beneath his clothing. What she felt for him was definitely not one-sided. How long had he been attracted to her? Why hadn’t he said something, done something, earlier? Vincent made a weak noise and moved as if he would draw back from the intimate touch.

Tightening her grip on the lab coat, she refused to let him get away from her as she again rocked her hips
forwards. His eyes closed and he stiffened as if he were waiting for her to act. Kat moaned, parting her mouth wider. She didn’t trust her tongue inside him, but instead let him feel her breath entering his mouth. Her lower stomach rocked along his erection, caressing it naughtily as she slowly wiggled back and forth. With an audible sigh, Kat again kissed him, harder than before. The taste of mint welcomed her tongue as she explored the depths of his mouth.

Vincent made a strange noise in the back of his throat and suddenly grabbed her face in his hands. He took over the kiss, turning her so she leaned back against the counter. His stubble scraped her face, but she didn’t care. There was a desperation to his passion, marked by the stumbling of his fingers as he moved a hand down over her neck to her chest. Eagerly, he grabbed her breast in his palm, squeezing it hard through the cashmere. Then, he jerked the V-neck to the side, pulling her bra to the side at the same time. Now, with one breast exposed, he took to fondling it once more.

The man had great hands, strong hands and he used them masterfully as he let the lengths of his fingers glide across the mound to tweak her nipple. Kat was so overtaken with surprise at his frantic passion that she forgot to move. She gripped his lab coat tight and heard one of the snaps pull apart, but the coat stayed on.

‘Ah, damn,’ he grunted, leaving her breast and her mouth at once so his hands could work on her jeans. With each tug, the denim crotch hit against her sex, stimulating her clit. Already she was wet for him, the cream of her body slickening her pussy as she wiggled to be free of her clothing.

Running her hands down his chest, she was pleased to discover the harder planes of his body. He was no body builder, but his muscles were firm to the touch and he threw off a great heat. Kat had fantasised too much
about his lab coat so she pulled it up instead of jerking it off. He thrust a hand boldly down the front of her lace panties against her naked flesh, groaning as his finger slid easily into the folds of her sex.

With both hands, she managed to get his suit pants undone. The thin charcoal material slid to the floor and silk boxers were soon to follow. The lab coat hid his cock from view, but she easily took the thick length in her hand working her palm over the smooth, taut arousal.

Kat kicked off her shoes as he pushed her jeans further down her legs, exposing her lower body. The tighter denim trapped her calves when she spread them wide to allow him better access to her pussy.

Vincent lowered his head, pulling an erect nipple into his mouth. She moaned lightly as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her at the caress. Urgently, he pulled back and grabbed her by the hips. Instead of pulling her tight to him, he held her hips back. Roughly, he said, ‘I don’t have anything.’

‘What?’ She leaned up, confused.

‘Condom.’ He breathed heavily. ‘I don’t have a condom.’

‘Oh,’ Kat looked back and forth. Then, leaning down the counter, she grabbed the strap to her camera bag and pulled it towards her. Digging into the side panel, she took out her perfume, lipstick and a couple of wadded pieces of paper and dropped them on the countertop. The lipstick rolled onto the floor, clanking as it raced across the room. She wanted to cry out in frustration and almost did, but finally she found what she was looking for. Kat handed it to him. ‘Here.’

Vincent blinked in surprise, but then nodded as he took the condom. Ripping the package with his teeth, he leaned over to put it on. Kat didn’t help him as she instead ran her hands over his chest, kissing the flesh along his jaw to his ear. He grunted in pleasure as she bit the lobe only
to suck it between her teeth. Her fingers glanced across his neck, feeling the hard beat of his racing pulse. Any more foreplay and she was likely to go mad from lust.

Vincent must have felt the same way, because he spun her around towards the counter. Stunned by the commanding manoeuvre, she braced herself on her palms and stared wide-eyed at the collection cases, as she bent over before him. Using his foot, he pushed her jeans down to her feet. Automatically, she kicked out of them, giving him better access to her body.

Kat tensed, waiting for the first intimate touch of his body to hers. Her fingers dug into the rough wood. Vincent didn’t hesitate as he came up behind her. The stiff brush of material skimmed over her moments before the heated touch of his flesh grazed her ass. Vincent drew his cock along her cleft. The cold chill of the condom was soon warmed as he moved along her sex. With a hand on her back, he lifted her sweater and pushed her down to better angle her body. She felt his fingers run along the butterfly tattoo on her back, as if unconsciously tracing the design.

He thrust, stretching her body to his. Vincent groaned as he seated himself to the hilt. Kat gasped, instantly reaching down between her thighs to stimulate the sensitive bud hidden in her folds. As he pushed forwards, it jarred her sex against her hand. Vincent had complete control and he took it, holding her hip and her shoulder as he worked his body against her, riding her hard and sure.

‘Oh, oh,’ Vincent repeated over and over, the sound breathless. ‘Oh, damn.’

The tension from the last month and a half built, making her come faster than usual. Kat slammed her palm against the counter, biting her lips as she tensed. There was something wicked and erotic about having sex in the entomology building. Knowing Vincent wore his scientist uniform only completed the fantasy. She’d
wanted him, had thought about him taking her and now he was and it felt so good, so right. Even as she came, he didn’t stop pumping his hips.

‘Oh, oh,’ he panted, as if nothing else would come out of his mouth.

Suddenly, he grunted, making an animalistic noise as he came. Jerking several times, his hand worked against her back and his nails dug into her skin. She gasped, straightening at the small pain.

‘Ouch, watch it,’ she said.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered, pulling out and away.

Kat wanted to laugh, but she was out of breath. He was sorry? She’d never had that reaction before. Slowly, she became aware her ass was exposed and she pushed up from the counter. When she turned, Vincent was buttoning his slacks. Spurred into action by his strange behaviour, she grabbed her jeans and panties, pulling them both on at the same time.

‘I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you,’ he said, as he zipped his fly. ‘I’m your employer.’

Kat did laugh that time. ‘Doc, I highly doubt you could take advantage of anyone.’

‘I can be, ah, forceful,’ he said, as if offended.

She started laughing so hard, she snorted. ‘Yeah, OK.’

‘What?’

‘I think the important question on the table is do I still have a job?’

‘Kat, I don’t want you to think this is . . . that I’m keeping you here for . . .’

‘Sex,’ she supplied, smiling brightly.

‘Yes, that is not the reason. You’re quiet, you leave me to my work and you’ve done a great service.’

‘Hmm.’ Kat crossed her arms over her chest. Teasing, she said, ‘I never heard it called that before – a great service.’

He looked uncertain and she had to laugh again.

‘Easy doc, don’t worry about it. We’re adults, we’re
young, it’s called hooking up and you really should try it more often. You might find there is more to life than Lab Two, Dr Vincent.’

He nodded, but kept distance between them. ‘What I was trying to say is that I get more work done with you around.’

‘Ah, the person in the other room thing.’ She leaned against the counter and studied him. Her body was relaxed, but his stance was uncertain, unwelcoming. ‘I get it. I like having someone in the other room as well when I’m working. It’s like having company without the work. Makes the hours go by faster.’

‘Well, perhaps, but I thought it was more because you didn’t pester me with questions about what I was doing, could answer the phone and remind me to eat so I don’t pass out from starvation as well as exhaustion.’

Not the most romantic thing, but it would do.

‘So, boss,’ she said, arching a brow, ‘what new position do you want me in?’

His face reddened and he cleared his throat. The man really was too easy to throw off guard. She felt so good and couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. The only thing better would be if he held her in his arms, letting her revel in the feelings of release and closeness. Reaching forwards, she grabbed his arm and pulled him a little closer.

‘Um, maybe the office,’ he said. She wasn’t sure if he meant for her to work in the office, or that he wanted to fuck her in the office. Either way, she was game. Looking at his face, she knew he wasn’t sure which he meant either.

‘Perfect. I’ll start in the office tomorrow,’ she said. ‘I’ve been dying to riffle through your notes in there anyway.’

‘But –’ he began, but she cut him off. She was only messing with him anyway.

‘By the way, are you still going out with my sister tonight?’

‘Yes.’ he nodded. ‘Oh, damn, I have to make reservations somewhere else. What do you think? I don’t want her getting hives or having some sort of reaction.’

‘Oh, yeah, about that.’ Kat looked down. She thought about confessing her lie, but she couldn’t make the words come out. If she confessed that, most likely everything would come tumbling out of her mouth like a mad rush and she’d admit to being bribed by his parents to be here. No, she needed more time to think about it. ‘I’ll take care of the reservations.’

‘You?’

Kat nodded.

‘I’d invite you to come, but you probably already have a date tonight.’

She glanced up. Was he probing? ‘Nope, no date.’

‘But, I just figured a girl like you . . .’

‘Like me?’ She frowned.

‘Are you always this argumentative?’ He lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

‘Probably. Are you always this shy?’ She lifted both of her hands and mussed up his hair. It hadn’t moved while they had sex and she couldn’t stand the sterile hairstyle. Pulling a few strands down around his temples to frame his gorgeous eyes, she smiled. ‘There, much better. You should wash the product out of your hair and let it hang loose.’

‘I never thought about it,’ he said. ‘I go to the same barber my father has always gone to and he just cuts it and hands me the stuff. It tames down the curls.’

‘Hmm,’ was all she said in response, but many thoughts went through her head. ‘So, are you going to ask me to come with you tonight, or what?’

‘I honestly don’t know.’

‘Ah, well, let me help you. You say,’ she dropped her tone to a lower octave. ‘Kat, I’d love it if you’d join me for dinner tonight.’

‘And what would you say?’ Vincent was adorably shy.
It made her want to kiss him again. She resisted. Even though her body was willing, she wanted to hold back some, make him want her again, make him learn to make the first move. That was her goal, after all, to date train him. Her stomach knotted at the thought.

‘That’s easy. I’d say, wonderful, I’d love to. And then you would say,’ again she dropped her tone, ‘I’ll pick you up at seven and will never again get all weird and mention the fact I am your employer after we have sex.’ Pausing, she threw her voice again, ‘Then I say, how very kind of you, good sir. You say, yes it was kind –’

‘Did we just turn British?’

‘Sorry.’ Kat laughed ‘Last thing I saw on television was a British sitcom before I sold it to pay for darkroom chemicals.’

‘You had to sell your television?’ He looked stunned.

‘Pawned, actually, but they get to keep it if I don’t pick it up.’

‘Am I not paying you enough? Did I forget to pay you again? Do you need me to reimburse you for expenses?’

‘This was before I started working here, doc, so don’t worry about it. To tell you the truth, my old roommate’s parents gave it to her and she left it when she moved out. Something about the remote control waves turning channels in her head.’

‘Oh, but, you’re fine now?’ he insisted.

‘Why, thank you,’ she drawled like a southern belle.

‘I mean do you need money, Kat?’ He put his hands on his hips and she wasn’t sure she liked his authoritarian tone.

‘Doc, what I need is for you to pick me up tonight for dinner on time.’ She leaned over and grabbed her camera bag. Digging inside, she found one of her photography business cards she’d made by hand one night after too many cappuccinos with the downstairs neighbour, and gave it to him. ‘Here’s the address.’

‘I can do that.’ He nodded.

‘Good.’ Grabbing his lab coat, she pulled him closer, standing on her toes to kiss his firm mouth briefly. It was hard to pull back, but she forced herself to. ‘You know, this is the first time we’ve had a full conversation.’

‘It is?’

She nodded.

‘Have I been terribly rude?’ he asked. She nodded. ‘I don’t mean to be. It’s just that I was behind and I’m slowly getting caught up to where I need to be. Do you think you can forgive my impoliteness?’

She shook her head in denial, but smiled to show him she wasn’t serious.

‘Even if I tell you my work is very important to a lot of people.’

‘OK, but only since you’re saving lives.’ Her tone was wry. She leaned up to kiss him again, but he pulled back, refusing. She blinked in surprise. He wasn’t having doubts already, was he?

‘What’s happening here?’ He searched her face. A moment of panic welled inside her as she thought of his parents and what they wanted her to do. She’d never been wholly comfortable with the idea of deceiving him, especially now, but what could she say? Looking at Vincent, there was something inside her that made her want to be with him. Sure, he was impossible and he could barely take a joke or make one. He spent too much time working and took too little care of himself. If she didn’t bring him food and leave it at his door, she was sure he’d starve. Yet, despite how obviously wrong they were for each other, she couldn’t stand the idea of not giving them a chance.