"Okay, baby, it's bath time!"
Joshua bounced up and down excitedly as Candy collected all the little-boy essentials for a bath, smiling at his enthusiasm.
"Ba! Ba!" he yelled happily. "Josh gonna ba!"
"Come on, then." Candy picked up the little boy and carried him to the bathtub. "Let's get you nice and squeaky clean, shall we?" She nuzzled his neck, making him giggle and squirm.
"Sa-wah!" Josh shrieked in delight sometime later, splashing Candy yet again. He was in a very boisterous mood that evening, and Candy's clothes were already soaked.
"My turn!" she cried, swooping in on the little boy. She tickled his tummy, making him squeal and wriggle. He thrashed his arms excitedly in the water, splashing a generous amount on her face.
"Matt! Matt!" Josh's screams made her turn around, wiping water from her eyes.
"Oh!" Candy gave a surprised squeak.
Matt stood in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded across his chest, watching her. He was impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and charcoal-gray pants, making her suddenly conscious of her own disheveled state. His brilliant blue eyes roved over her body in a leisurely manner, lingering just a little longer on her breasts.
"Uncle Matt!!" Joshua's loud squeal made him tear his eyes away from Candy and smile at the little boy who was jigging up and down in excitement in his bath.
"Josh! How's my little man today?" Matt strode into the bathroom and Candy suddenly felt as if there wasn't enough air to breathe in the room.
"Josh have ba!" Joshua yelled happily, reaching his arms up to Matt.
"Yeah, baby, I can see that." Matt laughed and lifted him up, seemingly uncaring of ruining his expensive shirt. Candy stared at them, emotion flooding her at the sight of her son and his father together. She had only ever seen Matt relax or even smile when he was with Joshua, she realized suddenly. Matt quirked a dark eyebrow at her as she stood there, gaping at them.
"Oh, let me!" Candy shook herself mentally and hurried forward with Josh's towel. "Your shirt is all wet!"
"So is yours." His eyes moved lazily down her body, coming to rest on her chest. "Though you look a sight better than me in wet clothes, I reckon."
"Oh!" Candy glanced down at herself, her face flaming as she realized that her blouse had become nearly transparent and her breasts could be seen through the material. Her dusky nipples, taut and shameless, jutted out in response to Matt's perusal, making his eyes turn hot and smoky. As she took Josh from him and wrapped him in his towel, Matt began unbuttoning his shirt. Candy stared, riveted, as more and more of his broad chest was revealed. "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked in a shaky voice.
Matt shrugged off his shirt and looked at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "My shirt's wet so I took it off. Is anything the matter?"
The sight of Matt's beautiful body, his smooth, tanned skin, powerful arms, and washboard abdomen, rendered Candy practically speechless. He was so familiar to her that she knew each and every mark on his body, knew exactly how that bronzed skin would feel under her fingers, knew every ridge and line and plane of him, and yet, the man before her was a stranger to her. Love, lust, despair, desire, all warred within her. She swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her.
"Sa-wahhh!" Josh wriggled impatiently in her arms, making her start.
"Give him to me and get out of those wet clothes." Matt came up to her, reaching for the baby. He was so close that Candy could feel the heat coming off of his body, making her shiver in response. Matt took Josh from her, his arm brushing against her breast as he did so.
"Oh!" Candy felt a current pass through her, that familiar tingling feeling only Matt could arouse in her.
Her reaction was not lost on Matt, she realized, seeing the gleam in his eyes. "Go on, take them off, or you'll catch a cold," he said in a husky voice.
Candy's blush deepened as she fled to her room, his low laughter following her. Randomly pulling on the first thing she found in her closet, she paused only to wrap a robe over it before hurrying back. When she reached the nursery, she found that Josh was already in his pajamas and half-asleep on Matt's shoulder. He was still shirtless! was her first thought. Matt was patting the little boy's back, humming absently to him. Candy's heart swelled with the love she felt for both of them and she paused, just drinking in the sight of the tall, dark man and the sleeping baby in his arms.
"Ah, you're back." Matt's deep voice brought her back to the present. He handed the baby over to her and followed her into the nursery. He watched silently, hands in pockets, as she tucked the little boy in with his favorite toy, a plush rabbit he had named Mister JoJo.
"Sto-wee," Josh said sleepily. "Josh wanna sto-wee!"
Candy glanced at Matt but he appeared in no hurry to leave, so she settled herself next to Joshua with his favorite book. Matt leaned indolently against the nursery door, watching her as she self-consciously opened the book, trying to ignore how hot he looked. She had barely read a few pages before the little boy's eyelids drooped and he fell asleep. Candy brushed a kiss on his forehead and pulled the covers up gently, wishing Matt would go now at least.
He didn't budge so at last she stood up awkwardly to leave but the tie of her robe slipped and it fell open. Matt's eyes fell to her body, taking in the inadequate cropped T-shirt and baggy shorts she was wearing. Candy blushed as her nipples tightened, wishing she had thought to put on a bra. She could feel Matt's hot gaze on her bosom and knew he was aware of her body's reaction to him. She tugged the lapels of her robe together in a hurry, tying it securely.
"Pity," he murmured, pushing himself away from the door and stalking towards her. He stopped mere inches away and looked down at her with a sardonic smile. "Good night, Ms. Kent, and sweet dreams. I know mine will be."
Candy mumbled something and rushed away to the safety of her room, trying to put as much space as possible between herself and the father of her child.
Matt lay awake in bed for a long time that night, reliving every moment of the encounter with Sarah. That single glimpse of her body in that wet blouse had done more for his libido than any of the beautiful, sexy women he had dated in the last three years. Indeed, he had never felt such desire for any of them, not even Olivia, and he had almost assumed that, that part of him had died along with his memories in the crash.
He lay now in his enormous bed, his cock hard and throbbing at the memory of Sarah's round breasts. Almost unconsciously, he fisted a hand around his erection, moaning softly as he pumped his thick shaft.
"Fuck…" he groaned, fantasizing about Sarah kneeling over him, naked, her gorgeous breasts dangling tantalizingly close to his mouth. His cock jerked and bobbed as he imagined her teasing her clit on it before lowering herself on him. "Fuck…she'll be so tight…so wet…" he growled, his hand moving faster. "She'll ride me like a cowgirl, those fuckin' sexy breasts bouncing with each move…" He would pinch and tease those tight little tits till she came all over his cock, he thought, his groans deepening as he approached his climax.
"Fuck…fucking hell…FUCKKK…!" He let out a string of curses as he orgasmed, imagining spilling his cum over Sarah's beautiful breasts. "Fuckkk…" he breathed when he was spent. "Just…fuck."
Later, when he had cleaned up and was back in bed, he felt vaguely guilty that his fantasy had involved Josh's nanny and not his own fiancée. But how could he not explore an avenue that made him feel the most alive he had in the last three years? How could he deny himself the chance to live again, to feel once more? He had long ago given up the hope of feeling anything except emptiness, and he could not now deny himself this unexpected chance. Besides, he and Olivia…Matt shook his head resolutely. A better man than he might have been able to resist, but he knew he would not be at peace until he unraveled the mystery that was Sarah Kent.