issue clouding her mind.
And as she drove toward the small white clapboard house Joe had grown up in—which she knew from Debbie he’d bought when his dad had remarried—everything about this felt
right. Hot. Wickedly alluring.
From the snug, uplifting bra to the lace straps of the garter belt stretching tight across her thighs, she felt like a completely sensuous animal. For tonight and tonight only, she would make herself a part of Joe Ramsey’s sexual world—and she would relish it.
At first, she’d seen this simply as a defense mechanism. But now she had to admit, she really
wanted
it. She hadn’t dated anyone seriously in—dear God—nearly a year, which meant she also hadn’t had sex in that long! This was the first time she’d actually stopped to count the months, but now she figured her dry spell had surely added to her response last night. And if she was going to have meaningless sex for the first time in her life, it made sense to do it with a guy as totally hot as Joe.
Although she wasn’t really thinking of him as Joe. Not
her
Joe, the Joe she’d once known and loved. No, she thought of him only as New, Hot, Smooth-Talking, Smooth-Moving Joe—Man of Great Sexual Prowess. She was about to put her own prowess up against his, and she expected it to be a completely heated and pleasurable little battle.
Of course, her stomach rippled with a sudden onslaught of nerves when she rounded a bend and Joe’s house came into view, a porch light bathing the home in a soft glow. She hadn’t been here since that last summer before college. For some reason, her mind flashed on the day he’d shown her the kittens the Ramsey family cat had just given birth to. She’d immediately gravitated to the little orange one, the runt mewing its head off because its brothers and sisters had been hogging all the milking spots at the mama cat’s belly. Joe had brought the kitten over to her a few weeks later.
Crap. Quit thinking about the past.
In fact, just quit
thinking
and concentrate on
doing. Seducing.
Too bad pulling in the driveway felt a little like suicide.
But push that down. You can do this. Moreover, you
want
to do this. You are a sexual vixen. Go show him
.
Then it hit her—it was Saturday night. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was out taking her advice from last night—getting it someplace else? But that’s when she realized there were lights on inside and a vehicle in the driveway in front of her—her headlights shone on the tailgate of a big pickup with…oh my God, chrome women on the mudflaps!
She gasped. That truck had been
his?
What a Neanderthal he-man!
But it provided even more assurance that this would be nothing more than sex—and clear proof that he indeed wasn’t the guy she’d once known. Nope—the man in this house was just a hot, sexy guy whose bones she was going to jump, and then it would be out of her system, just like a nasty flu bug.
She killed the lights, then the engine. Took a deep breath. Realized the suicide feeling still lingered as Debbie’s words—
This is a bad idea
—were joined with her own—
Dear God, what are you doing?
But she ignored it all. She had to. She’d come too far to turn back—hell, she’d invested a small fortune in seduction-wear. And even amid the little bits of panic now assaulting her, desire still lingered. Actually, it did more than linger. It pounded through her veins like fast-moving blood. It urged her to be the strong, sexy, confident seductress she’d come here to be. She was going to have Joe, once and for all.
Getting out of the car, she slammed the door, looked to the house, and thought—
this is it.
And she was so ready for this, so suddenly, that it almost scared her because she felt like someone else. Vixen Biker Babe Trish. She drew in her breath and let it slowly back out, growing aware of the pulsing sensation in her panties.
Her heels clicked up the thin concrete walk as her body vibrated with heat. The sounds of
And as she drove toward the small white clapboard house Joe had grown up in—which she knew from Debbie he’d bought when his dad had remarried—everything about this felt
right. Hot. Wickedly alluring.
From the snug, uplifting bra to the lace straps of the garter belt stretching tight across her thighs, she felt like a completely sensuous animal. For tonight and tonight only, she would make herself a part of Joe Ramsey’s sexual world—and she would relish it.
At first, she’d seen this simply as a defense mechanism. But now she had to admit, she really
wanted
it. She hadn’t dated anyone seriously in—dear God—nearly a year, which meant she also hadn’t had sex in that long! This was the first time she’d actually stopped to count the months, but now she figured her dry spell had surely added to her response last night. And if she was going to have meaningless sex for the first time in her life, it made sense to do it with a guy as totally hot as Joe.
Although she wasn’t really thinking of him as Joe. Not
her
Joe, the Joe she’d once known and loved. No, she thought of him only as New, Hot, Smooth-Talking, Smooth-Moving Joe—Man of Great Sexual Prowess. She was about to put her own prowess up against his, and she expected it to be a completely heated and pleasurable little battle.
Of course, her stomach rippled with a sudden onslaught of nerves when she rounded a bend and Joe’s house came into view, a porch light bathing the home in a soft glow. She hadn’t been here since that last summer before college. For some reason, her mind flashed on the day he’d shown her the kittens the Ramsey family cat had just given birth to. She’d immediately gravitated to the little orange one, the runt mewing its head off because its brothers and sisters had been hogging all the milking spots at the mama cat’s belly. Joe had brought the kitten over to her a few weeks later.
Crap. Quit thinking about the past.
In fact, just quit
thinking
and concentrate on
doing. Seducing.
Too bad pulling in the driveway felt a little like suicide.
But push that down. You can do this. Moreover, you
want
to do this. You are a sexual vixen. Go show him
.
Then it hit her—it was Saturday night. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was out taking her advice from last night—getting it someplace else? But that’s when she realized there were lights on inside and a vehicle in the driveway in front of her—her headlights shone on the tailgate of a big pickup with…oh my God, chrome women on the mudflaps!
She gasped. That truck had been
his?
What a Neanderthal he-man!
But it provided even more assurance that this would be nothing more than sex—and clear proof that he indeed wasn’t the guy she’d once known. Nope—the man in this house was just a hot, sexy guy whose bones she was going to jump, and then it would be out of her system, just like a nasty flu bug.
She killed the lights, then the engine. Took a deep breath. Realized the suicide feeling still lingered as Debbie’s words—
This is a bad idea
—were joined with her own—
Dear God, what are you doing?
But she ignored it all. She had to. She’d come too far to turn back—hell, she’d invested a small fortune in seduction-wear. And even amid the little bits of panic now assaulting her, desire still lingered. Actually, it did more than linger. It pounded through her veins like fast-moving blood. It urged her to be the strong, sexy, confident seductress she’d come here to be. She was going to have Joe, once and for all.
Getting out of the car, she slammed the door, looked to the house, and thought—
this is it.
And she was so ready for this, so suddenly, that it almost scared her because she felt like someone else. Vixen Biker Babe Trish. She drew in her breath and let it slowly back out, growing aware of the pulsing sensation in her panties.
Her heels clicked up the thin concrete walk as her body vibrated with heat. The sounds of
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