A Match Made In Texas by Anne Marie Novark Page B

unbelievable tension grew in her mid-section. So many new sensations raced through Theresa. She had a difficult time concentrating on the different pleasures Austin was inflicting on her body.
     
    When his mouth finally found her nipple, Theresa strained upward toward the exquisite pressure. He gently sucked and licked, increasing the rhythm of his thumb down below. Theresa thought her body would break from the tension. Just when the pleasure/pain became almost unbearable, her body exploded in release. She went limp and would have fallen backwards if not for Austin's strong arms holding her steady.
     
    She kept her eyes closed, wanting to hold on to the extraordinary feelings coursing through her. Austin gathered her to him, his breath coming in labored gasps. He brushed her hair with a gentle kiss, his body hard against her.
     
    Theresa sighed deeply. She wished this moment could last forever. She never dreamed she could feel so alive. But there was a strange yearning still deep inside.
     
    She opened her eyes and looked up at the man she was falling in love with. Suddenly, she felt shy and a little embarrassed at her abandon. "Um, that was wonderful . . . I never . . ."
     
    Austin shrugged. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Actually, I didn't mean to let it go so far."
     
    Theresa bit her lip. "But you didn't . . . I mean . . . It was all one-sided." She could feel herself blushing.
     
    Austin kissed her on the nose. "Let's just say you owe me one, sweetheart. As much as I'm enjoying this little interlude, we need to get the punch--"
     
    "Austin! Theresa? Are y'all back here?"
     
    "Damn," Austin muttered under his breath.
     
    Theresa pushed him away and hopped down from the counter, adjusting her dress to cover herself. "I can't be found like this," she said with a touch of panic. "I'm a teacher. I'm supposed--"
     
    "Go on, get out of here," Austin said. "I'll take care of this."
     
    He watched Theresa run down the aisle and into the restroom around the corner. He pulled open the refrigerator door, hoping the cold air would cool down his hot, frustrated body. He couldn't believe how responsive Theresa had been to his touch. And he couldn't believe how innocent she was. She must be close to thirty. Surely, she couldn't be a virgin. But her surprised delight in her climax made him wonder.
     
    "Austin?" Patti Garrison's voice cut through his thoughts.
     
    Stepping back with a container of punch in his hands, Austin kicked the door closed. "Yes?"
     
    "Is that the punch? Kelsey was wondering what was taking you so long. She said you and Theresa had gone after the punch twenty minutes ago." Patti looked around the kitchen. "Where is Theresa, by the way?"
     
    Austin set the punch on the cart. "She had something in her eye and went to the restroom to see about it."
     
    "Maybe I should go see if she's okay."
     
    "No! I mean--she got it out but had to fix her mascara." Austin didn't know what to make of Patti's expression. His former classmate looked skeptical and a little amused. He didn't like the feelings of guilt and embarrassment slithering through him. He was too old for this kind of thing. "I really need to get this punch to Kelsey."
     
    Patti smiled. "Sure thing. I'll walk back with you. I'm sure Theresa will join us as soon as she can."
     
    Austin breathed a sigh of relief. His body still pounded with thwarted desire. He had to get Theresa in bed soon. Maybe if he had sex with her, he would get over these feelings for her. He refused to believe their attraction meant anything. He only wanted a tumble in the sack. And if Theresa was willing, why not?
     
    He pushed the cart toward the gym. Patti was talking about the plans for renovations on the school. They were almost to the doors when she put a hand on the cart to stop it.
     
    "Austin, I'm glad to see you're finally over mourning for Deborah. I know it was hard for you to lose her. I know you loved her. I loved her, too. She was one of my best and dearest