A Match Made In Texas by Anne Marie Novark Page A

body's response to Austin's every move. He seemed to want to be near her tonight. Didn't mind touching her. Where was the angry man she knew? He was confusing the hell out of her.
     
    Austin stopped at the doors and looked back. "Are you coming?"
     
    Theresa squared her shoulders. "Sure." She followed him down the hall.
     
    When they reached the kitchen in the cafeteria, Austin pushed the cart past gleaming stainless steel counters, huge stoves and ovens. Turning a corner, he rolled the cart down the aisle to the heavy-duty refrigerators. "I assume you have extra punch stored in one of these?" He forced the simple question through his dry mouth. Standing there in that sexy black dress, Theresa was wreaking havoc to his insides and good intentions.
     
    "Of course." Theresa tried to ignore the low seductive tone of Austin's voice. The fierce tumbling in her stomach told her she wasn't doing a very good job. She started to walk past him to the fridge on the end, congratulating herself on her sure steps because her knees felt like jelly.
     
    Austin reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her hard against his body. Theresa barely had time to protest when his mouth came down on hers.
     
    From the moment he had walked into the gym, Austin had been aware of Theresa's presence. Or non-presence. When he had finally seen her, his body had turned into a human radar machine. He knew exactly where she was no matter what part of the gym he was patrolling. The sexual tension vibrated between them whenever they came into close contact. The dance had been almost more than he could bear. His body was taut with desire. He was burning up for her.
     
    Gripping the nape of her neck with one hand, he slid the other down Theresa's smooth bare back, not stopping at the enticing vee, but slipping his fingers beneath the velvet material. He clutched her rounded bottom and kneaded the firm flesh, swallowing her moan in a deep sensual kiss.
     
    She tasted like pure sweetness, her lips pliant and yielding. He plunged his tongue into her hot mouth again and again, threading his fingers through her silky hair at the back of her neck. He pushed his body into hers, grinding his arousal against her belly. Her arms wound themselves around his neck. She wiggled closer, crushing her breasts against his chest.
     
    Feeling the soft mounds pressed to him made Austin itch to hold them, caress them. He moved slightly away, stifling her groan of protest with another searing kiss. He slipped his hand between their bodies, cupping one breast. The pert nipple thrust against his palm. He cursed the layers of clothing denying him access to her bare skin.
     
    He had to have more. Lifting her in his arms, he set her on one of the clean shiny counters. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, revealing the lacy edge of her stockings. Austin stood between her legs and pulled her hard against him. He traced the black lace with trembling fingers as he trailed hot wet kisses down her throat.
     
    He licked the curve of her neck and collarbone, relishing the sound of her quick intake of breath. He kissed his way down the low cut dress, easing the fabric away from one breast with his lips, nuzzling the valley between. Every breath brought her unique scent into his lungs. He knew he was losing the battle he had fought for so long, but didn't care.
     
    Theresa clutched Austin's hair, pulling him closer, willing him to ease the torment of her body. Never before had she been so aroused. Never before had she wanted to culminate the act--give herself to a man. Lose herself in the sensations and pleasures of the body.
     
    She felt his fingers beneath her skirt inching their way upward. A heaviness settled between her thighs, tingling with anticipation, aching for something. Something surely Austin would give to her. When his thumb brushed over her panties, her legs spread of their own volition. He slipped his thumb under the elastic and ever so softly rubbed her hot core.
     
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