was she was hot for him, hotter than she’d been the week before even because now she’d had a week of regret to live down.
Remember, he has a life and, for all you know, a serious girlfriend back in Boston. Do not, under any circumstances, lose your head—or your heart . Even so, she couldn’t help thinking what a gentleman he was, how eager to please. She’d bet anything he was like that in bed, too. If she had anything to say about it, she’d be finding that out very soon.
And there they were again, standing out on the darkened street alongside her parked squad car, the coffee shop fading to black behind them like the backdrop in a movie set. Only this was no movie, but rather reality on instant replay.
But altering the night’s outcome, and saving Josh, called for her to take a decidedly more proactive approach than she had before. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she crushed her mouth against his, letting loose all the passion, all the hunger, she normally kept locked inside.
Coming up for air, she stared into his startled eyes and blurted out, “Take me home with you—now!”
7
December 25, Christmas Take Two
Like Dr. Alexander Fleming discovering penicillin or astronaut Neil Armstrong stepping out of the spacecraft for that first moonwalk, feel as if am standing on brink of “brave, new world”—new to me, at least. In past, sex has been like dining at an all-you-can-eat buffet where the dishes are all overcooked or soggy in the middle—you never leave hungry but never exactly satisfied, either. Based on the kiss alone, can tell sex with hot hunk, with Josh, will be amazing experience akin to progressive chef’s dinner at fine French restaurant—a slow awakening of the palate through carefully prepared courses culminating in a sinfully rich, totally decadent flambé.
For first time in life, am in no rush to get to “dessert.”
J OSH LIVED just off Boston Street in a studio apartment occupying the upper floor of an old Formstone row house. The peeling wall paint and dated avocado-green kitchen appliances were offset by interior features such as crown molding and real hardwood floors. Below them was a bar, a real locals’ hangout, where he told her he filled in a couple nights a week.
Locking the dead bolt behind them, he turned around to Mandy and said, “It can get pretty loud on weekends when they have bands in, but usually they shut down around the same time I get off, so it’s not a problem.”
“I thought you said you were shy in crowds.” She searched his face for the telltale signs of deceit.
Sure enough, they were there in full measure. Gaze darting away, he hesitated before answering, “That’s the great thing about working the club scene. It’s too noisy to do much talking.” He took a step toward her. “Speaking of which, you’re doing a lot of talking tonight.”
Heart pounding with anticipation, she said, “I guess you could say it’s an occupational hazard.”
“Yeah?” He reached for her, his big, warm hands enclosing her waist, gently pulling her to him. “I can think of a lot better uses for that amazing mouth of yours.”
Startled, she said, “You really think my mouth is amazing?”
“Uh, huh.” He slid his hands to her shoulders, slipping her coat downward and off. “Perfectly shaped and very, very kissable, it goes with the amazing rest of you.” As if to demonstrate his point, he angled his face to hers, drew her bottom lip between his teeth, and gently sucked.
All in the line of duty . Flexing her shoulders, she let the coat fall to the floor.
Glancing downward, he asked, “Do you want me to hang that up?”
Lost in sensation, she shook her head. “Nuh-uh.”
Against her mouth, she felt his lips curve into a smile. “Good because I don’t want to stop kissing you or touching you for even a minute.”
His hands went to the necktie at her throat, tugging loose the knot, slipping the fabric free and then off. Behind them was his bed, a
Remember, he has a life and, for all you know, a serious girlfriend back in Boston. Do not, under any circumstances, lose your head—or your heart . Even so, she couldn’t help thinking what a gentleman he was, how eager to please. She’d bet anything he was like that in bed, too. If she had anything to say about it, she’d be finding that out very soon.
And there they were again, standing out on the darkened street alongside her parked squad car, the coffee shop fading to black behind them like the backdrop in a movie set. Only this was no movie, but rather reality on instant replay.
But altering the night’s outcome, and saving Josh, called for her to take a decidedly more proactive approach than she had before. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she crushed her mouth against his, letting loose all the passion, all the hunger, she normally kept locked inside.
Coming up for air, she stared into his startled eyes and blurted out, “Take me home with you—now!”
7
December 25, Christmas Take Two
Like Dr. Alexander Fleming discovering penicillin or astronaut Neil Armstrong stepping out of the spacecraft for that first moonwalk, feel as if am standing on brink of “brave, new world”—new to me, at least. In past, sex has been like dining at an all-you-can-eat buffet where the dishes are all overcooked or soggy in the middle—you never leave hungry but never exactly satisfied, either. Based on the kiss alone, can tell sex with hot hunk, with Josh, will be amazing experience akin to progressive chef’s dinner at fine French restaurant—a slow awakening of the palate through carefully prepared courses culminating in a sinfully rich, totally decadent flambé.
For first time in life, am in no rush to get to “dessert.”
J OSH LIVED just off Boston Street in a studio apartment occupying the upper floor of an old Formstone row house. The peeling wall paint and dated avocado-green kitchen appliances were offset by interior features such as crown molding and real hardwood floors. Below them was a bar, a real locals’ hangout, where he told her he filled in a couple nights a week.
Locking the dead bolt behind them, he turned around to Mandy and said, “It can get pretty loud on weekends when they have bands in, but usually they shut down around the same time I get off, so it’s not a problem.”
“I thought you said you were shy in crowds.” She searched his face for the telltale signs of deceit.
Sure enough, they were there in full measure. Gaze darting away, he hesitated before answering, “That’s the great thing about working the club scene. It’s too noisy to do much talking.” He took a step toward her. “Speaking of which, you’re doing a lot of talking tonight.”
Heart pounding with anticipation, she said, “I guess you could say it’s an occupational hazard.”
“Yeah?” He reached for her, his big, warm hands enclosing her waist, gently pulling her to him. “I can think of a lot better uses for that amazing mouth of yours.”
Startled, she said, “You really think my mouth is amazing?”
“Uh, huh.” He slid his hands to her shoulders, slipping her coat downward and off. “Perfectly shaped and very, very kissable, it goes with the amazing rest of you.” As if to demonstrate his point, he angled his face to hers, drew her bottom lip between his teeth, and gently sucked.
All in the line of duty . Flexing her shoulders, she let the coat fall to the floor.
Glancing downward, he asked, “Do you want me to hang that up?”
Lost in sensation, she shook her head. “Nuh-uh.”
Against her mouth, she felt his lips curve into a smile. “Good because I don’t want to stop kissing you or touching you for even a minute.”
His hands went to the necktie at her throat, tugging loose the knot, slipping the fabric free and then off. Behind them was his bed, a
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