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She followed the path of the light toward Tate, unaware he was doing the same until she ran right smack into him. The flashlight fell to the ground and flipped off, leaving them in near total darkness. Her towel slipped down past her breasts, left sandwiched between her and Tate, with one of his hands gripping an elbow. His other arm fastened securely around her waist. Her hands grasped his biceps and they stood that way for a few moments, catching their breath. The feel of her bare breasts pressed against him kindled a heat between her legs.
Tate’s hand slid up her bare back into her wet hair and her chest tightened. “Oh crap. You were in the shower,” he said quietly.
“Yeah.”
With his hand still touching her hair, he leaned in and put his nose to the hair that streamed down her shoulder. The combination of her heart beating steadily faster and the closeness of their bodies made breathing a challenge. His warm breath on her shoulder made her gasp and pull back, the towel slipping the rest of the way to the floor.
“What’s going on?” she said as she snatched the towel back up and held it in front of her.
The flashlight flicked on back in Tate’s hand. To her relief, it was pointed at their feet. “It’s a blackout.”
“I was in the shower so don’t look at me.”
“No, it’s not just our building, it’s the whole neighborhood. Probably the power grid. Actually we haven’t even found out how far it goes. Dad and I were going door to door to make sure everyone was okay. First round you didn’t answer.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just got nervous. I shouldn’t have let myself in. It’s just…the main entrance lock was busted again.”
“Seriously? I thought it was fixed.”
“It was. So, just be careful. Keep your door locked, and don’t go anywhere. I’ll check on you later.”
Tate’s faded form moved toward the door. She heard him jiggle the handle.
“Tate. Wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t go…I mean…would you mind staying with me for a while? You think your dad will be okay?”
“Oh, he’ll be fine. Mrs. Granger is with him reading one of her novels to him by candlelight. I’d hate to miss out on that, but I guess I could stay some.”
The sound of his smile came through the darkness. Though he couldn’t see it, Lexy smiled too.
Chapter 10
Lexy and Tate sat on the floor next to the window that viewed the street. With the air conditioner off, it was the optimal place to wait for that intermittent breeze to flow across their heated skin. Lexy had changed into a short skirt and a strapless top. A bowl of ice, two bottles of water, and two jarred candles—one almost done—sat among them. They’d spent the last hour arguing about what they should do to pass the time, Tate coming up with some ridiculously unrealistic ideas when they didn’t agree. Lexy made it clear to Tate that taking turns giving massages was not an option even if he had agreed to let her paint his toenails. Finally, they decided that if the power didn’t come back on soon, they’d open the bottle of Jose Cuervo Mimi had left from Cinco de Mayo.
“You seem a little loopy already,” Lexy said. “Maybe we should rethink this whole getting drunk thing.”
“Sorry, I’m just a little antsy sitting here. I feel like I need to do something.”
“Then, go do some jumping jacks or pushups.”
“Would you like that?”
“ Please .”
“I have a better idea,” Tate said. Then, he reached down between her legs, leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God, your pussy feels so nice.”
Lexy ignored the chills spilling down her spine, and instead batted his hand away. “Will you shut up…and leave Cupcake alone. She’s mine now,” Lexy said, stroking the kitten, which sat between her legs. “You gave her away, remember?”
“Well I was hoping we could maybe have some sort of joint custody. You pet her sometimes.” He flashed a wry sexy grin, illuminated by
She followed the path of the light toward Tate, unaware he was doing the same until she ran right smack into him. The flashlight fell to the ground and flipped off, leaving them in near total darkness. Her towel slipped down past her breasts, left sandwiched between her and Tate, with one of his hands gripping an elbow. His other arm fastened securely around her waist. Her hands grasped his biceps and they stood that way for a few moments, catching their breath. The feel of her bare breasts pressed against him kindled a heat between her legs.
Tate’s hand slid up her bare back into her wet hair and her chest tightened. “Oh crap. You were in the shower,” he said quietly.
“Yeah.”
With his hand still touching her hair, he leaned in and put his nose to the hair that streamed down her shoulder. The combination of her heart beating steadily faster and the closeness of their bodies made breathing a challenge. His warm breath on her shoulder made her gasp and pull back, the towel slipping the rest of the way to the floor.
“What’s going on?” she said as she snatched the towel back up and held it in front of her.
The flashlight flicked on back in Tate’s hand. To her relief, it was pointed at their feet. “It’s a blackout.”
“I was in the shower so don’t look at me.”
“No, it’s not just our building, it’s the whole neighborhood. Probably the power grid. Actually we haven’t even found out how far it goes. Dad and I were going door to door to make sure everyone was okay. First round you didn’t answer.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just got nervous. I shouldn’t have let myself in. It’s just…the main entrance lock was busted again.”
“Seriously? I thought it was fixed.”
“It was. So, just be careful. Keep your door locked, and don’t go anywhere. I’ll check on you later.”
Tate’s faded form moved toward the door. She heard him jiggle the handle.
“Tate. Wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t go…I mean…would you mind staying with me for a while? You think your dad will be okay?”
“Oh, he’ll be fine. Mrs. Granger is with him reading one of her novels to him by candlelight. I’d hate to miss out on that, but I guess I could stay some.”
The sound of his smile came through the darkness. Though he couldn’t see it, Lexy smiled too.
Chapter 10
Lexy and Tate sat on the floor next to the window that viewed the street. With the air conditioner off, it was the optimal place to wait for that intermittent breeze to flow across their heated skin. Lexy had changed into a short skirt and a strapless top. A bowl of ice, two bottles of water, and two jarred candles—one almost done—sat among them. They’d spent the last hour arguing about what they should do to pass the time, Tate coming up with some ridiculously unrealistic ideas when they didn’t agree. Lexy made it clear to Tate that taking turns giving massages was not an option even if he had agreed to let her paint his toenails. Finally, they decided that if the power didn’t come back on soon, they’d open the bottle of Jose Cuervo Mimi had left from Cinco de Mayo.
“You seem a little loopy already,” Lexy said. “Maybe we should rethink this whole getting drunk thing.”
“Sorry, I’m just a little antsy sitting here. I feel like I need to do something.”
“Then, go do some jumping jacks or pushups.”
“Would you like that?”
“ Please .”
“I have a better idea,” Tate said. Then, he reached down between her legs, leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God, your pussy feels so nice.”
Lexy ignored the chills spilling down her spine, and instead batted his hand away. “Will you shut up…and leave Cupcake alone. She’s mine now,” Lexy said, stroking the kitten, which sat between her legs. “You gave her away, remember?”
“Well I was hoping we could maybe have some sort of joint custody. You pet her sometimes.” He flashed a wry sexy grin, illuminated by
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