CHAPTER ONE
H olly Mayfield was horny! There was no other explanation for the way she’d been feeling. For the past few weeks, she’d been restless, irritable and thinking about mind-blowing sex every waking minute.
Was that normal? And would it pass before everyone she knew realized she was sex starved? Even when she’d been married to Greg, she’d never been a sex maniac, but lately all she thought about was doing the horizontal two-step.
And that wasn’t all. She’d fantasized about doing it in every position she could think of and a few positions she’d never even tried but thought might be interesting.
She wanted to lose herself in a man’s arms, hear him talk dirty in her ear, and drive her wild with need. She wanted his hands and mouth all over her body as she screamed out with pleasure. And she wanted to hear him call out her name when she pleasured him.
There was only one man who could put a smile on her face in those X-rated fantasies of hers--her neighbor, Kenny Larson.
Her pulse sped up in response. Kenny was movie star gorgeous, with the good breeding looks of JFK Jr. and the bad boy image of Nicholas Cage, all rolled into one. And he had this sultry way of looking at her that made her want to strip naked and let him have his way with her.
But he was also cautious, conservative and sensible. And never once had he come even close to making a pass or a suggestive remark to her. Most of their conversations during the past two years were nothing more than heated arguments over any topic that happened to come up.
This was why Holly didn’t think it would be quite as easy as she’d dreamed to get Kenny to satisfy her needs. He basically had no use for her. And how could she blame him? Every time she was near him, she somehow turned into a blundering, inept kook. It only took one look from him, and she’d either stumble, drop whatever she was holding, or say something that made her look and feel totally moronic.
Yet, she still wanted him more than any man she’d ever met, including her ex-husband.
Boy, was she ever hot, thinking about Kenny and all that sweaty sex they could be having. The fact that it was ninety degrees out didn’t help either.
Preparing to water the flowers, she moved to the side of her lakefront cottage, garden hose in hand. She had a feeling she’d see Kenny staring out his kitchen window. Her instincts were correct, she learned, as she rounded the corner.
She watered her flowers daily before dinner, with the exception of when it rained. And most days, Kenny would be perched at the window, watching her, driving her crazy with sexual needs she’d thought were long ago buried.
Trying not to think about Kenny, she lifted a hand to wipe the perspiration from her brow and wondered if this heat was ever going to go away. Falcon Ridge, Pennsylvania had always had a reputation for the cool breezes off Lake Falcon, but not this year. The high temperatures and unbearable humidity had been torturing their small community since mid-July, and here it was nearing the end of August.
Although those hot sticky nights was another reason for which to blame her restlessness, Kenny was the main reason. She pictured a naked Kenny in her bed, lying between the cool sheets beside her. Dark hair, almost black and green eyes the color of jade. A well-muscled torso and killer smile.
A killer smile that could make her melt from the inside out. A small moan escaped her lips. Great! So much for trying not to think about him.
Absorbed in her lusty thoughts, Holly lost her grip on the garden hose and let out a wild shriek as she bent over and made a grab for it. But the thing snaked through the bed of colorful impatiens, spraying a cold mist on the front of her shorts and T-shirt before she was able to retrieve it. She looked down at her sopping, wet clothing and let out a low laugh. As cold as the water dripping from her was, it did nothing to cool her off internally. Her mind was still on hot,
H olly Mayfield was horny! There was no other explanation for the way she’d been feeling. For the past few weeks, she’d been restless, irritable and thinking about mind-blowing sex every waking minute.
Was that normal? And would it pass before everyone she knew realized she was sex starved? Even when she’d been married to Greg, she’d never been a sex maniac, but lately all she thought about was doing the horizontal two-step.
And that wasn’t all. She’d fantasized about doing it in every position she could think of and a few positions she’d never even tried but thought might be interesting.
She wanted to lose herself in a man’s arms, hear him talk dirty in her ear, and drive her wild with need. She wanted his hands and mouth all over her body as she screamed out with pleasure. And she wanted to hear him call out her name when she pleasured him.
There was only one man who could put a smile on her face in those X-rated fantasies of hers--her neighbor, Kenny Larson.
Her pulse sped up in response. Kenny was movie star gorgeous, with the good breeding looks of JFK Jr. and the bad boy image of Nicholas Cage, all rolled into one. And he had this sultry way of looking at her that made her want to strip naked and let him have his way with her.
But he was also cautious, conservative and sensible. And never once had he come even close to making a pass or a suggestive remark to her. Most of their conversations during the past two years were nothing more than heated arguments over any topic that happened to come up.
This was why Holly didn’t think it would be quite as easy as she’d dreamed to get Kenny to satisfy her needs. He basically had no use for her. And how could she blame him? Every time she was near him, she somehow turned into a blundering, inept kook. It only took one look from him, and she’d either stumble, drop whatever she was holding, or say something that made her look and feel totally moronic.
Yet, she still wanted him more than any man she’d ever met, including her ex-husband.
Boy, was she ever hot, thinking about Kenny and all that sweaty sex they could be having. The fact that it was ninety degrees out didn’t help either.
Preparing to water the flowers, she moved to the side of her lakefront cottage, garden hose in hand. She had a feeling she’d see Kenny staring out his kitchen window. Her instincts were correct, she learned, as she rounded the corner.
She watered her flowers daily before dinner, with the exception of when it rained. And most days, Kenny would be perched at the window, watching her, driving her crazy with sexual needs she’d thought were long ago buried.
Trying not to think about Kenny, she lifted a hand to wipe the perspiration from her brow and wondered if this heat was ever going to go away. Falcon Ridge, Pennsylvania had always had a reputation for the cool breezes off Lake Falcon, but not this year. The high temperatures and unbearable humidity had been torturing their small community since mid-July, and here it was nearing the end of August.
Although those hot sticky nights was another reason for which to blame her restlessness, Kenny was the main reason. She pictured a naked Kenny in her bed, lying between the cool sheets beside her. Dark hair, almost black and green eyes the color of jade. A well-muscled torso and killer smile.
A killer smile that could make her melt from the inside out. A small moan escaped her lips. Great! So much for trying not to think about him.
Absorbed in her lusty thoughts, Holly lost her grip on the garden hose and let out a wild shriek as she bent over and made a grab for it. But the thing snaked through the bed of colorful impatiens, spraying a cold mist on the front of her shorts and T-shirt before she was able to retrieve it. She looked down at her sopping, wet clothing and let out a low laugh. As cold as the water dripping from her was, it did nothing to cool her off internally. Her mind was still on hot,
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