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  Nodding, he seemed to understand what she was saying.

  “Ah. Randy.”

  Just the mention of his name was enough to make her lose her appetite. She shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew the story, but still it made her uneasy. Looking around the busy street, she tried to think of something else to talk about.

  “Pretty soon, after the kids go to bed, some of the adults will stay out here for margaritas,” she said.

  Her statement brought a huge grin to his face, which made her smile in return. She wondered about the redheaded divorcée and silently hoped that the woman wouldn’t decide to stick around.

  “That sounds like fun. I love margaritas,” he replied, just before taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake. “Oh. How is the air conditioner working, by the way?”

  Closing her eyes, she sighed contentedly.

  “It’s blissful. Thank you again for fixing it. I slept comfortably last night for the first time in days. The past several nights it’s been too hot to sleep.”

  He chuckled under his breath. “Not to mention the view from your window making things hotter.”

  Again, she felt herself flush with humiliation. She had really hoped he had forgotten about that by now. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t even bear to look him in the eye.

  “Austin, I’m so sorry. I had no business spying on the two of you.”

  “Please don’t apologize,” he began. “Tracey was a huge exhibitionist and she always had to have the lights on or the curtains wide open, or both. She was a drama queen and she loved putting on a show. I should be the one apologizing to you.”

  Shifting on the step, she tried to conceal the embarrassment she was sure was evident on her face. “It’s okay. Really. It didn’t bother me at all.” She smiled, remembering. “Actually, it…”

  She stopped before she embarrassed herself any further. There was just something so trusting and sensual about the tone of his voice that made her want to confess. Regaining her composure, she looked down at the paper plate in her lap.

  “I need to go throw this away,” she said.

  Before she had the chance to, he reached out and grabbed her arm to keep her from moving.

  “No. Tell me. Please,” he said, moving closer beside her so that their legs were almost touching.

  Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes and told him what was on her mind. Hopefully it wouldn’t bother him as much as it did her.

  “I enjoyed watching the two of you. It was…exciting.”

  She prayed that the sound of her voice didn’t give him any clue as to what exactly was going through her mind. She was picturing them again, and it was enough to make the heat rush through her veins. Suddenly the air around her had become unbearably warm.

  “Tell me what you enjoyed the most,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

  If Kristen hadn’t been so aroused, his request might have shocked her, but instead she smiled. As much as she hated to admit it, she was enjoying this, the way his voice lulled her into submission. Looking around the busy street to make sure no one was nearby to overhear, she leaned closer to him.

  “I enjoyed watching you lick her. She was wild. I loved watching her reactions.”

  “Yes, she was definitely that,” he said, the tone of his voice low and sexy. He was so close she could smell the faint scent of his cologne and it was enough to make her lightheaded. His eyes had taken on a glow that drew her even more.

  “I bet she tasted good. It’s been a long time since…”

  Her voice trailed off as she shook her head to clear her mind. She had gotten so carried away that she wasn’t fully aware of what she was saying, but was able to catch herself.

  “Since what? You can tell me, Kristen. I’m an open-minded person, and I won’t judge you,” he replied honestly. “I bet you were going to say it’s been a long time since you tasted another woman. Actually, I can see that about you. The way you would love another woman’s body.”

  She grinned knowingly as her thoughts suddenly raced to the last time she had been with a woman. She would never forget it.

  “There’s nothing quite like the feel of a woman’s nipples between your teeth or the warmth of her as you slide your tongue inside her.”

  His breathing had become ragged as he looked at her, his gaze trailing from her eyes to her lips. “I agree with you.”

  She hoped she hadn’t said too much already. It had been a long time since she had opened up to anyone like this.

  “It seems unfair,” he said softly. “You’ve seen my body…but I haven’t seen yours.”

  Now she was the one unable to catch her breath. Her breasts heaving, she looked deeply into his eyes as he moved in closer. Finally he was going to kiss her, she thought happily. Just then, the sound of a throat clearing startled them apart.

  Standing a few feet from them was the redheaded woman. Kristen’s initial urge was to claw her eyes out, but the lady in her forced a smile.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt. I was hoping I could steal Austin for a dance,” she said, the coquettish tone in her voice raking against Kristen’s nerves.

  He looked at her as though he expected her to say no, but she didn’t see where it was any of her business to decide who he could and couldn’t dance with. As much as it bothered her, she wasn’t about to claim rights that she didn’t possess.

  “Of course,” she replied, edging away from him ever so slightly.

  The expression on his face was one she couldn’t fathom, but he rose from his seat, taking his plate and drink with him. After he tossed them in a nearby trashcan, Kristin watched as the vixen took Austin’s hand in hers and led him to where the other couples had gathered to dance.

  The woman pulled him so tightly into her embrace she wondered how he was able to breathe, much less move. Standing up, Kristen took one last deep breath and went to gather with some other adults who were laughing and getting ready to pour some margaritas. She was more than ready for one.

  * * * * *

  The party continued on well into the night. Kristen spent most of her time chatting with the other women from the neighborhood while the men cavorted together talking about football. She had lost sight of Austin after he started dancing with the redhead. After drinking a couple of margaritas, she couldn’t find it in herself to be remotely affected by it anymore.

  He was single and she was single. What they did was none of the other’s business. For all she knew, he may have disappeared and taken the woman back to his place. Kristen had danced with a couple of single men at the party, but none of them really held her attention, although they had tried.

  Glancing at her watch, she was shocked to find it was close to midnight. Her feet were aching and her mind was woozy from the margaritas, so she decided to play it safe and call it a night. After saying her goodbyes, she walked over to the food table to retrieve her empty pie dish, when someone walked up behind her and drew her into a strong embrace.

  “You can’t leave,” Austin whispered seductively into her ear. “You haven’t danced with me yet.”

  Her breath caught and held as she turned to face him. Cursing her suddenly weak knees, she held on to his arms, afraid if she didn’t she would crumble to the ground.

  “I thought you had already left.”

  His grin was charming but also very provocative. “No. I never left. I’ve been here. Watching. Waiting.”

  Taking her hand, he led her to where the other couples had collected in the street to dance.

  “Waiting for what?” she asked.

  “For this.”

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close. So close that she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin and the hardness of his body. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she tried to stop herself from falling, but it felt so good holding him.

  As their bodies molded together, she slid her hand up behind his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. His muscles felt powerful bene
ath her touch, and she moaned softly as she thought back to his strong hands as they had gripped Tracey’s hips.

  As they swayed to the music, she felt his hand slide up and down her back, making her shiver. When he wasn’t caressing her gently, he was holding on to her waist, leaving her mind to wander in forbidden places as her pulse quickened with each thought.

  The heat that radiated between their bodies was beginning to make her dizzy. She wanted him. She couldn’t rationalize anything at the moment other than this need that was beginning to overwhelm her. Maybe it was just the alcohol, and maybe it wasn’t the smart thing to do.

  She would more than likely hate herself tomorrow, but her body ached to be touched right now. Normally, she wouldn’t sleep with a man like Austin—someone who lived right next door to her, and someone she would have no choice but to see on a daily basis.

  Perhaps they would still be able to remain friends, she thought. Pulling back from him, she looked up into his eyes. His mouth was slightly open and she felt the warmth course through her body as his gaze dropped to her lips.

  “Austin…” she whispered, pleading.

  Before she could say another word, he took her hand and led her toward his house. None of the other partygoers paid them any attention as they walked hurriedly past them.

  Sprinting up the front porch steps two at a time, it felt as if forever had passed before they were finally inside. Kristen turned around to lock the front door, and she gasped when Austin came up behind her, pulling her roughly into his embrace. As he crushed her to his body, she moaned when she felt his cock, hard and bulging inside his pants, pressed against her buttocks. Her palms flat against the door, she pushed her body against his, rubbing him at a frenzied pace that left them both breathless. He drew her dress up around her waist and she cried out as his hands slid beneath it and wrapped around her breasts. His mouth was against her ear, his breathing ragged as he groaned each time she moved.

  “Spread your legs for me, Kristen,” he whispered hoarsely.

  She obliged him willingly. With one arm wrapped securely around her waist, he slid his other hand inside her panties. She was so wet, his fingers slipped effortlessly between the swollen folds as she inhaled sharply and continued to grind her body against his. She couldn’t get close enough.

  Digging her nails into the door, she rocked feverishly against him, the feeling of his fingers stroking her almost too much to bear. The sensations made her legs weaken and she felt his grip tighten around her waist to hold her steady so she wouldn’t fall.

  With her head back against his shoulder, she moved aggressively with each caress. Her eyes closed, she lost herself in the tantalizing feeling of his fingers probing and the warmth of his breath against her neck.

  “Oh…Austin,” she moaned.

  She could hear the party as it raged on outside, the music now set at a fast tempo as she rubbed her body against his. When his loving became more urgent, she found it hard to catch her breath. The room began to tilt the moment she felt herself drawing nearer to climaxing. Holding her tightly, he seemed as obsessed as she was to reach this release she climbed toward.

  Latching onto her shoulder with his mouth, he sucked hard as his stroking reached a fierce pitch. Her breath coming in short gasps now, she edged closer…closer. As her nails raked the door, she began to rise on her toes. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her body became increasingly stiff until finally she climaxed in one earth-shattering moment.

  Crying out, she let go of the door, her body weakening. Grasping Austin’s arm, she let out a long and anguished moan while her body convulsed in his embrace. He held on to her, his fingers pressed firmly against her clit until each jolt through her body had passed, leaving her reeling.

  “Kristen…Kristen,” he uttered softly.

  Willing herself to stand up straight, she finally turned to face him. From the dim light of the lanterns illuminating the living room, she could see his expression. His mouth was slightly open, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Putting her hands on each side of his head, she pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his. As he pried her mouth open with his tongue, she went limp again in his arms around her body. His mouth was hot, almost scorching. Falling back against the door, they kissed hungrily, neither one wanting to take a breath for fear they would have to release their hold on each other.

  Many men had kissed her throughout her lifetime, but never with this much intensity and passion. Not Sam. Not even Randy. Reaching between them, she began to undo his pants. His cock strained against them in a way that tortured them both and the need to touch him had become an almost an obsession.

  When Austin pulled his pants and briefs down over his hips, his cock finally sprang free from its restraints, and she eagerly wrapped a hand around it. From the first moment she had seen it, she had wanted to do this. He was so big, and feeling him in her grasp made the need grow even more intolerable. Gripping her hair roughly in his hands, Austin trembled and groaned as she ran her fingernails over the engorged crown.

  Unable to contain herself any longer, she broke their heated kiss and dropped to her knees. She had to taste him. The desire to do so consumed her to the point where she felt she would actually start crying if she didn’t take him in her mouth.

  Removing his shirt, he discarded it quickly before leaning forward, pressing both hands flat against the door. Kristen caressed the protruding veins with her tongue as he groaned and murmured her name repeatedly. After rolling her tongue under and around the tip, she held on to his thighs and relaxed her throat to take him inside.

  Her tongue slid over him as she closed her mouth around him. His legs stiffened beneath her hands. Pumping her mouth over him, she became obsessed with the taste of him and the feeling of him stretching her lips as he filled her. The way his breathing intensified only caused her to suck and lick more urgently.

  He was moving with her now, his hips rocking back and forth in rhythm to her motions. Cupping a hand around his balls, she kneaded them gently. She continued to devour him. He felt so good in her mouth. She didn’t want to stop. Ever.

  Suddenly his strong hands wrapped around her upper arms and she felt herself being lifted to her feet. The expression on his face made her heartbeat quicken.

  “Oh God, Kristen. You’ve got to stop. If you don’t I’m going to come in your mouth and…I want to feel you. I need to feel you,” he said, panting. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

  Shaking her head breathlessly, she began to undress as he raced up the stairway. Seconds later he appeared with what she discerned in the moonlight to be a condom in his hand. He came toward her slowly, like an animal getting ready to pounce, never once taking his gaze from hers while discarding the rest of his clothes. Once they were completely naked, he drew her down onto the carpet with him, kissing her with an urgency that made her struggle to breathe.

  As he rolled onto his back, he ripped off the wrapper and slipped the condom over his cock just before she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. As the party continued on outside their door, she leaned forward, grasping his cock and guiding it to her opening. She was dripping wet with anticipation, her body shivering with the need to feel him inside of her.

  Grasping her hips, he held on to her as she carefully slid down on top of his cock. The enormity of him made her gasp, and they both moaned deeply as she took him inside inch by inch. He was big, hot, and the overpowering feeling of him finally inside of her made her head spin. Still gripping her hips tightly, he dug his feet into the carpet and thrust upward, impaling himself as her juices rushed over his cock. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed back each time he thrust forward, hurling their bodies together in a dizzying way that threatened to consume them both.

  “Oh…Austin…yes!” she cried.

  He felt so good…better than she ever dreamed he would. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she moved on top of him, her motions becoming more demanding with each stroke. She rode him
with a tenacity that felt as if it would swallow her whole at any second. She couldn’t remember the last time she had ever wanted something so badly. It was almost primal.

  “Kristen…oh fuck!” he called out.

  Digging her fingernails into his chest, she growled as his hands wrapped around her hair, pulling her head back each time he drove inside her.

  Securing her in his arms, he crushed her flat against his chest and rapidly pumped his cock inside her body while she begged him to do it harder…faster.

  Moments later, with one final push, he lay claim to her mouth and moaned deeply as he came. With a groan, she squeezed and milked every drop of cum from his trembling body, until at last he let go of her mouth, his head falling back on the carpet as he tried to catch his breath.

  She didn’t move. Resting her head against his chest, she listened to his racing heartbeat as she also struggled to breathe normally again. She was sore, but in a wickedly pleasing way, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so satiated.

  Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his and whispered seductively in his ear.

  “Now…take me to bed.”

  * * * * *

  Squinting against the sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains, Kristen rubbed her eyes as she tried to focus on her surroundings. Leaning up on her elbow, she put a hand to her throbbing head and winced from the pain.

  Damn margaritas.

  As Austin slept soundly beside her, she eased from under the sheets, and rose from the bed slowly, so as not to wake him. The ache between her legs made her stop in her tracks as last night’s events came rushing back to her. She had enjoyed herself immensely, but now that the sun was shining on a new day, part of her regretted succumbing to him so easily. How would they face each other now?

  Tiptoeing out of the room, she made her way downstairs where she gathered up her clothes and began dressing quickly. The best thing she could do at the moment was to put some distance between them, and hope that he would eventually forgive her.

  He was a wonderful person and an amazing lover, but she had managed this long to not become involved in another relationship, and she wasn’t about to start now. The less complication in her life, the better off she would be. Hopefully he would understand that.