steamy sex.
Turning to the side slightly, she saw Kenny was still watching her from his kitchen window. He must think I’m the clumsiest thing alive.
That’s it, she decided. There were only two ways to get over him. One was by having an affair with him. Then, afterward, maybe she’d realize, once the sex proved not to be such a big deal, that she and Kenny had nothing in common. No reason to form any long term commitments or emotional attachments.
Or two, she could put her house on the market and move far away. Maybe join a convent, where she’d have to stop thinking about attacking her neighbor.
But it didn’t take long for her to realize she couldn’t sell her house and move--she loved this cottage. She’d painted and decorated every inch of the place when she’d bought it two years earlier. Besides, her eight-year-old son Jordan had friends here in Falcon Ridge and was looking forward to starting second grade in a few weeks.
Okay, so she was back to thoughts of seduction. If she and Kenny did have an affair, with no strings attached, he could satisfy her sexual cravings and she could move on. Move on to what, she didn’t know, but it sounded like a plan.
All right, she knew what she wanted and needed. Now, the only problem was, getting Kenny to agree to it.
She knew for a fact he hadn’t been with a woman in three years, not since his wife and son died.
Could it be he wanted to keep it that way? Or was it that he hadn’t met anyone who could light a candle to his dead wife?
If that were the case, she wondered what Kenny might think of her. Holly had about twelve pounds to lose to be at her ideal weight, and her breasts were on the small side.
Would Kenny find her inadequate? Unappealing? Well, there was only one way to find out.
* * *
“Kenny, did you hear me?”
Kenny reluctantly dragged his gaze from the kitchen window where he’d been enjoying Holly Mayfield’s nicely rounded ass. He glanced over his shoulder at his sister. “What did you say?”
Libby ran a hand through her short, dark hair and glared at him with those green eyes. “I asked, for the second time, if you wanted to go out for dinner this evening, or stay in and eat leftovers.”
“That’s fine,” he said, not realizing he hadn’t actually answered her question. He was anxious to return his focus to his neighbor as she watered her flowers.
Holly had a very seductive look about her. Although he was sure she had no idea she could arouse him with a single flip of her shoulder-length, red hair or by simply running her tongue along her top lip--two things she did often. Right now, however, he blamed the hard-on he was hiding beneath the folded newspaper in his lap on the fact that she had wiggled her shapely ass while trying to pick up a runaway garden hose. When she turned to the side, he could see she was soaked. He could also see she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath that skimpy, white, and now wet, T-shirt of hers.
“What are you looking at?” Libby came to stand beside him at the kitchen table.
“Nothing,” Kenny said, quickly averting his gaze to the newspaper.
“Uh, huh,” his sister said knowingly. On more than one occasion Libby had hinted the reason he and Holly argued so intently was because they were attracted to each other. However, nothing could be further from the truth. Libby, always the mender and the nurturer, not to mention, matchmaker at heart, didn’t get it. He and Holly continually butted heads, no matter what the subject. They were complete opposites. She was ditzy and carefree, although he was impressed with her talent as a jewelry designer. And he was logical, cautious, and guarded. There was no room in his life for someone like her.
He straightened in his chair and pretended to study an article in the paper about another epidemic of the West Nile virus. He’d tried telling himself it wasn’t Holly who was the cause of the erotic dreams and fantasies he’d been having lately, but just the
Turning to the side slightly, she saw Kenny was still watching her from his kitchen window. He must think I’m the clumsiest thing alive.
That’s it, she decided. There were only two ways to get over him. One was by having an affair with him. Then, afterward, maybe she’d realize, once the sex proved not to be such a big deal, that she and Kenny had nothing in common. No reason to form any long term commitments or emotional attachments.
Or two, she could put her house on the market and move far away. Maybe join a convent, where she’d have to stop thinking about attacking her neighbor.
But it didn’t take long for her to realize she couldn’t sell her house and move--she loved this cottage. She’d painted and decorated every inch of the place when she’d bought it two years earlier. Besides, her eight-year-old son Jordan had friends here in Falcon Ridge and was looking forward to starting second grade in a few weeks.
Okay, so she was back to thoughts of seduction. If she and Kenny did have an affair, with no strings attached, he could satisfy her sexual cravings and she could move on. Move on to what, she didn’t know, but it sounded like a plan.
All right, she knew what she wanted and needed. Now, the only problem was, getting Kenny to agree to it.
She knew for a fact he hadn’t been with a woman in three years, not since his wife and son died.
Could it be he wanted to keep it that way? Or was it that he hadn’t met anyone who could light a candle to his dead wife?
If that were the case, she wondered what Kenny might think of her. Holly had about twelve pounds to lose to be at her ideal weight, and her breasts were on the small side.
Would Kenny find her inadequate? Unappealing? Well, there was only one way to find out.
* * *
“Kenny, did you hear me?”
Kenny reluctantly dragged his gaze from the kitchen window where he’d been enjoying Holly Mayfield’s nicely rounded ass. He glanced over his shoulder at his sister. “What did you say?”
Libby ran a hand through her short, dark hair and glared at him with those green eyes. “I asked, for the second time, if you wanted to go out for dinner this evening, or stay in and eat leftovers.”
“That’s fine,” he said, not realizing he hadn’t actually answered her question. He was anxious to return his focus to his neighbor as she watered her flowers.
Holly had a very seductive look about her. Although he was sure she had no idea she could arouse him with a single flip of her shoulder-length, red hair or by simply running her tongue along her top lip--two things she did often. Right now, however, he blamed the hard-on he was hiding beneath the folded newspaper in his lap on the fact that she had wiggled her shapely ass while trying to pick up a runaway garden hose. When she turned to the side, he could see she was soaked. He could also see she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath that skimpy, white, and now wet, T-shirt of hers.
“What are you looking at?” Libby came to stand beside him at the kitchen table.
“Nothing,” Kenny said, quickly averting his gaze to the newspaper.
“Uh, huh,” his sister said knowingly. On more than one occasion Libby had hinted the reason he and Holly argued so intently was because they were attracted to each other. However, nothing could be further from the truth. Libby, always the mender and the nurturer, not to mention, matchmaker at heart, didn’t get it. He and Holly continually butted heads, no matter what the subject. They were complete opposites. She was ditzy and carefree, although he was impressed with her talent as a jewelry designer. And he was logical, cautious, and guarded. There was no room in his life for someone like her.
He straightened in his chair and pretended to study an article in the paper about another epidemic of the West Nile virus. He’d tried telling himself it wasn’t Holly who was the cause of the erotic dreams and fantasies he’d been having lately, but just the
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