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Thursday.”
“I can’t get a sitter on such short notice.” Tamara was starting to panic all over again. He was going to pursue this dinner date and she didn’t think she should go at the same time she kept thinking she actually did want to go. It seemed like a bad idea, but her girl side, the one who had hopped into bed with Elec, seemed to feel it was a rockin’ good idea to see him again. And how she could feel both counter-emotions at the same time was mind-boggling.
“Okay,” he said. “So we’ll plan on next Monday then. I’ll get your number in a minute when I stand up and get my pants. I think my phone is in the pocket.”
So they were going out the following Monday. Just like that. Well. Tamara tried to figure out how she felt about that, but suddenly Elec moved in beside her, letting go of the sheet so it fell over both of their heads and they were ensconced in cotton, his body all up alongside hers, his face so close she could see the fawn-colored stubble on his chin.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously. His third leg was pushing against her thigh with enough force to indicate it was fully hard, and she was alarmed at the proximity of all that hardness to the part of her that was suddenly alert and ready to roll out the welcome mat. Again. Her lonely body was betraying her, that was for certain.
“Getting my good luck kiss. Every driver needs one before a race.” He gave her a devilish smile.
Tamara melted a little. Hell, a lot. Still, she managed to voice an unconvincing protest. “I don’t think they’re usually naked when they get them. That would look kind of funny in the pits.”
“Guess they’ll be jealous then, because my kiss is going to be extra lucky.”
They were both lying on their sides and Elec’s hand stroked across her waist and hip as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth. Mercy, the man could kiss. He used his tongue to absolute perfection, with just enough pressure and depth to make her crazy with desire, but not so much that he was drilling for oil, nor so little that a girl had to wonder why he was even bothering. It was just right, commanding but not forceful, slick and smooth and delicious.
She had really missed kissing, and feeling a man’s chest against hers, she had missed the way it felt to have arms wrapped around her, hard to her soft, big to her small. Orgasms could be achieved on her own, but nothing replaced the press of a man’s mouth over hers, the flick of his tongue across hers, and the grip of his hand in the back of her hair.
Even as Elec’s fingers started to wander to cup her breasts, Tamara knew she was lost again. It had just been too long, and Elec knew all the right places to touch, and while she knew she should stop him, the words never seemed to leave her mouth. It was too busy opening for his assault, too busy kissing back, licking and nipping at his bottom lip. God, she was aroused over nothing, and she squeezed his biceps just for the thrill of it, ran her hands over his firm back, down to his tight behind.
Cupping that firm, bare flesh, she might have actually pulled him forward hard, forcing his hips and erection to collide with her again, but if anyone ever asked her about it, she was going to deny it.
“I’m feeling luckier already,” Elec said, breaking off the kiss and staring at her, his breathing ragged.
That was it? He was going to take the kiss and leave? Tamara felt profoundly disappointed. “Have a good race,” she said for lack of anything better to say.
“Oh, I’m not ready to leave just yet. I want another kiss.”
She didn’t know him well enough to read the expression in his dark eyes but it was obvious he was telling the truth. He was making no move to leave the bed and somehow she doubted another kiss was all he was asking for. Common sense and years of being around the track compelled her to remind him, “You’ll be late. If you miss the drivers’ meeting, they’ll send you to the back of
“I can’t get a sitter on such short notice.” Tamara was starting to panic all over again. He was going to pursue this dinner date and she didn’t think she should go at the same time she kept thinking she actually did want to go. It seemed like a bad idea, but her girl side, the one who had hopped into bed with Elec, seemed to feel it was a rockin’ good idea to see him again. And how she could feel both counter-emotions at the same time was mind-boggling.
“Okay,” he said. “So we’ll plan on next Monday then. I’ll get your number in a minute when I stand up and get my pants. I think my phone is in the pocket.”
So they were going out the following Monday. Just like that. Well. Tamara tried to figure out how she felt about that, but suddenly Elec moved in beside her, letting go of the sheet so it fell over both of their heads and they were ensconced in cotton, his body all up alongside hers, his face so close she could see the fawn-colored stubble on his chin.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously. His third leg was pushing against her thigh with enough force to indicate it was fully hard, and she was alarmed at the proximity of all that hardness to the part of her that was suddenly alert and ready to roll out the welcome mat. Again. Her lonely body was betraying her, that was for certain.
“Getting my good luck kiss. Every driver needs one before a race.” He gave her a devilish smile.
Tamara melted a little. Hell, a lot. Still, she managed to voice an unconvincing protest. “I don’t think they’re usually naked when they get them. That would look kind of funny in the pits.”
“Guess they’ll be jealous then, because my kiss is going to be extra lucky.”
They were both lying on their sides and Elec’s hand stroked across her waist and hip as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth. Mercy, the man could kiss. He used his tongue to absolute perfection, with just enough pressure and depth to make her crazy with desire, but not so much that he was drilling for oil, nor so little that a girl had to wonder why he was even bothering. It was just right, commanding but not forceful, slick and smooth and delicious.
She had really missed kissing, and feeling a man’s chest against hers, she had missed the way it felt to have arms wrapped around her, hard to her soft, big to her small. Orgasms could be achieved on her own, but nothing replaced the press of a man’s mouth over hers, the flick of his tongue across hers, and the grip of his hand in the back of her hair.
Even as Elec’s fingers started to wander to cup her breasts, Tamara knew she was lost again. It had just been too long, and Elec knew all the right places to touch, and while she knew she should stop him, the words never seemed to leave her mouth. It was too busy opening for his assault, too busy kissing back, licking and nipping at his bottom lip. God, she was aroused over nothing, and she squeezed his biceps just for the thrill of it, ran her hands over his firm back, down to his tight behind.
Cupping that firm, bare flesh, she might have actually pulled him forward hard, forcing his hips and erection to collide with her again, but if anyone ever asked her about it, she was going to deny it.
“I’m feeling luckier already,” Elec said, breaking off the kiss and staring at her, his breathing ragged.
That was it? He was going to take the kiss and leave? Tamara felt profoundly disappointed. “Have a good race,” she said for lack of anything better to say.
“Oh, I’m not ready to leave just yet. I want another kiss.”
She didn’t know him well enough to read the expression in his dark eyes but it was obvious he was telling the truth. He was making no move to leave the bed and somehow she doubted another kiss was all he was asking for. Common sense and years of being around the track compelled her to remind him, “You’ll be late. If you miss the drivers’ meeting, they’ll send you to the back of
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