Her gentle voice joined the conversation. He turned to look at her, and his throat went dry. Suppressed passion burned in her dark blue eyes. And then a foul ball flew towards them. They both reached for it, but it flew overhead. She landed in his lap, crushing his erection painfully against his leg. He dropped his popcorn and grabbed at her waist, his hand brushing her breasts. Her mouth fell open, and it took enormous amounts of self-control not to kiss her right then and there. Time slowed; images of stripping her naked ran through his brain. He released her and agreed to accompany her to the concession stand. Hell no, he didn’t want popcorn. He wanted her, wet and willing, his hard cock plundering her soft pussy over and over until they were both sweaty and satisfied.
He shook the haze clouding his brain to check her left hand. No ring. Was she divorced, then? Separated? Baby-sitting? Dozens of scenarios raced through his brain. Halfway to the stand, he asked her. And was jubilant when the answer was single.
“Well then…what say you we skip the stand and get a cup of better coffee in town?” Town was two blocks away from the school.
She hesitated. “My kids have practice until two, but they know I sometimes go up to the coffee shop and to wait for me at the van.”
“I’ll have you back by then.” He steered her to his car, but touching her had been a mistake. When he opened the door for her, she turned to look at him, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms. Her hands found their way inside his shirt, cool against his hot skin. He slid his over her backside, caressing the curves encased in spandex. He pulled her closer and rocked his pelvis against hers. Roughly, he dragged his mouth from hers and told her to get in.
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(2)
“Mr. Taylor?” She hesitated in the doorway. “You wanted to speak to me about Danny?”
He shoved himself off the desk, his erection growing stiffer by the moment. “Call me Kevin.” He took her hand and closed the door. “I’ve been out of my mind, wondering who you were these past few months.” He brought her hand up to his mouth, lips grazing the backside.
She jerked her hand away. “That was a mistake.” She put some space between them. Color flooded her face. “I can’t believe we…that I allowed…you know,” she sputtered.
“To fuck you brainless?” He arched an eyebrow.
Her complexion was now darker than her t-shirt. “Could we please talk about my son?” she asked, teeth clenched. She cleared her throat. “I mean, that is why you called.”
“I lied. You’ve haunted me for months, Tammy. I go to sleep at night, and you’re in my dreams. I catch sight of a woman whose hair flows down her back and try to see of her face, hoping it’s you.” He noted her startled expression and stepped back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of me these past months…”
* * * *
Oh the arrogance of a good looking man! I may have let Bruce steamroll over me in our marriage, but I’ve grown up in the past three years; I know how to handle men like you.
Her eyebrows arched. “Thought of you?” Time to take him down a notch. “Oh, right. Let me see if I have this correctly. We have mind-blowing sex, I run off to collect my kids, and you’re telling me that you, Mr. Obviously Popular, can’t sleep at night because the poor sex-starved widow never bothered to tell you her name? Is your ego that fragile?” She laughed. “Believe me; I’ve lost no sleep over it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. That ought to cool him off.
He closed the distance between them. “Then let me refresh your memory.” Kevin cupped her face in his hands and angled his mouth over hers. His tongue prodded between her lips; with a quiet moan, she opened them.
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(3)
"You really weren’t kidding about not having male companionship.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “Why would I lie to you? I welcomed you into my bed; I’ve slept with you at least four times now. Why does my celibacy surprise you so much?”
Kevin walked past her and began to dry off. “I told you: normally, women who have been married before usually look around for new partners after a certain period of time.”
“And you know this how?” She tapped her foot on the carpet and wound a finger around the blow-dryer cord.
He tossed the towel onto the bed and began to dress. “Tammy, I’m a single man. I’ve met women in bars, moaning about their bastard husbands, boyfriends, whatever, and had them coming on so strong, it was hard not to give them what they wanted. I’ve met mothers of students, who for whatever reason, decide to flirt with me.” He pulled on his slacks. “And then there’s you. I saw you at the ball field and wanted to drag you under the bleachers and fuck you till my balls couldn’t stand it anymore. Then you pull a disappearing act, and when I do find you again, you’re so damned defensive I just couldn’t resist kissing you to bring down the walls. So, yeah, it surprises me you’ve managed to suppress your longings this long.”
“Well, I’m not like other women.”
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(4)
“You know, I was actually starting to like you.” She paced. “I was even looking forward to inviting you over for a family meal.” Tammy shook her head. “I should have listened to the kids. Danny said rumors were being spread. He told me how one of his friends’ mom dated a teacher, and the kid hated every minute of it. Teri was on your side for a while, but after yesterday…” She stopped when Kevin restrained her and pulled her into his arms. “What the hell…let me go!”
“Not until you listen to me.” He gripped her forearms. “Don’t I get a chance to defend myself? Or are you just going to appoint yourself judge and jury without hearing both sides?”
She calmed and stopped struggling.
“Good. Yes, I dated Melanie briefly. And, yes, I stopped. The woman gave me the creeps with her possessiveness. Always acted like I was her personal property. She tried to change the way I dressed, the way I had my furniture arranged…”
“Oh, God.” Tammy gave a strangled cry. “And I seduced you in the bed that you fucked her in?”
“No, Tam.” His fingers loosened their hold on her. “The only woman who’s been in my bed is you. She’d come over and make fun of the artwork, or my favorite chair. When I did go out with other women, I was always invited back to their place. Never mine.”
“Okay,” she crossed her arms. “So what about her saying you would date others and return to her?”
“All in her mind. She’s tried, Tammy. And, yes, in a couple of weak moments, I’d be with her. But always with a condom, and always at her house.”
“And the classroom? I suppose you never took her up against the blackboard? I guess I should be happy you fucked me over a desk.” Tammy pulled away from him and wiped her cheeks. She leaned against the sink and looked at him.
Kevin walked over to stand in front of her. “You’re the only one with whom I’ve lost control and taken in my classroom. Whoever she screwed while plastered against the blackboard…it wasn’t me, Tammy. I swear to God, I’ve never fucked her anywhere but in her bed and in her SUV.”
Tammy’s eyes spilled over again. “I’m glad.” She took the paper towel he offered and dabbed at her tears. “But this has shown me that maybe I’m not ready to jump into the dating pool yet. I don’t remember this much drama fifteen years ago.”
“Don’t give up yet, Tam.” He took her hands in his and stepped closer. “There’s something good here, I can feel it.”
“Good sex isn’t a basis for a relationship. It takes love, understanding, compromise, patience…”
Kevin kissed her into silence. “How about mind-blowing, fantastic sex?” He whispered against her lips. “Come on, Tammy. Let’s forget about Mel. It’s just you and me. I’ll shower you with roses; I’ll take you out to dinner; I’ll keep you up all night, making sweet love to that gorgeous body of yours. What do you say?”
“I don’t need roses; I don’t need to be taken out for dinner.” She shook her head. “What I need is someone who wants to spend time with me and my kids, and not once in that wonderful statement did you even mention them.” Tammy patted his cheek. Her voice broke. “I’ll see you around.”
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(Hot Excerpt):
Kevin slid his tongue past her teeth as his hands crept down to lift her shirt above her breasts. He slipped his fingers into the cups to free her nipples from the restraints. He palmed both, his imagination running wild from the sweetness of her lips and the warm curves in his hands. He wrenched his mouth from hers and bent down to taste her skin, sucking one delicious rosy nipple into his mouth. One of Kevin’s hands unfastened her jeans and impatiently explored inside the waistband of her underwear.
“Kevin,” she protested. “We can’t…”
Kevin straightened, pulled his hand out of her underwear, frustrated by her resistance. “Oh yes, we can. Feel how hard you’ve made me.” He took her hand and led it to the bulge in his caramel slacks. “I want to see how wet you are.” He hooked two fingers in her waistband and slid the tight denim and cotton down to her ankles, sank to his knees, and pressed his face against the small strip of curls. “Ahh, sweetheart…you’ve let some grow back.”
“It itched…I kept some of it shaved, but I probably need a touch-up…Ohhhh!”
Kevin’s tongue licked her clit, felt her spasm, and tasted the rush of moisture. He inserted a finger, and her muscles clamped around him. A second, and she moaned. A third brought a cry to her lips. He stretched her, thrilled by her rising excitement. Finally, he stood, freed his bursting erection from the constraints of his slacks, and encouraged her to bend over the desk.
He fumbled in his back pocket for the condom he’d brought and tore it open. He slipped himself in her sweet pussy from behind, his balls slapping her ass. Her cries more vocal; his own groans matched hers. The desk scraped the floor in protest to the aggressive thrusts and clanged against its nearest neighbor in a tandem staccato tempo. He came with a final thrust, his fingers gliding over her hips and down her thighs .
“I hope to hell the janitorial staff is on another floor,” she gasped.
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Taking a firm grip on her courage, she drove to his driveway and walked up to the porch. Her resolve weakened after she knocked on the door. This is stupid. You haven’t acted this way in over fourteen years. What’s he going to think about you showing up at his house and demanding he take you to bed? Is that how a grown woman with two children acts? Grow up, Tammy! Besides, the man should do the pursuing, not the other way around! Oh really…and what about equal rights? Don’t I have the right to demand sex just like men do?
Her internal war vanished when Kevin opened the door and swept her into his arms, closing the door behind them.
“You have driven me crazy for three days. The problem can wait. I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since Saturday.” His tongue swept across the corners of her mouth, and, with a sigh, Tammy melted against him, answering his hunger with her own.
She tugged at his sweatshirt, wanting to run her hands up his hairy chest and over his rippling muscles. He worked it over his head, looking surprised when she threw off her own sweatshirt and pressed his naked torso to hers. He groaned and lifted her up, carried her to the bedroom, and left a trail of clothing behind.
“What brought this on?”
She peeled his athletic pants to his ankles. “I’m horny and pressed for time. And it’s all your fault.” She sank to her knees to take his length in her mouth.
* * * *
“Horny and pressed…” his thoughts went out the window; the suction caused him to forget everything but her delectable mouth and tongue.
He buried his fingers in her loose hair, gathered it up, and massaged her scalp. “Tammy…sweetheart…”
He tugged her head back and lifted her, positioning her on the bed. He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue and reciprocated, spreading her legs wide. Her naked pussy glistened with moisture; he slipped a finger into her slick entrance, hearing a faint cry of pleasure. He added two more digits, and her muscles clenched. He leaned forward, stroked her petals with his tongue, and lapped at her clit. She came in a rush and cried out his name. When the initial tremors faded, he removed his fingers and snaked his tongue inside. Her moans increased. Kevin eased upwards and slid his cock inside. He intended to tease her and take it slow, but she grabbed him, and his dick slammed inside her to the hilt. She screamed. He backed off and plunged again. She obviously wanted it hard and fast. Kevin bucked himself forward several times, certain he was hurting her, but she either didn’t care or didn’t notice it. Finally, Kevin’s own passion peaked, and he emptied himself inside her, feeling as though her contractions would snap his cock in two. He collapsed beside her, cupped her generous breasts, and kissed her, loving the damp warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Why is it all my fault?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“Because…you’ve unleashed something inside me. Something that’s been lying dormant for the past several years. Oh, God,” she sighed as his fingers glided down to her clit again. She shifted onto her back and spread her legs wide. “Oh, God, Kevin…I’ve felt like something was missing all weekend.”
“Something missing?” He propped himself up on an elbow and continued to watch her reaction to his easy exploration between her thighs. “Like what?”
“Your cock.” She reached up and kissed him, throwing her leg over his hip. “Make love to me again?”
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“Mr. Taylor?” She hesitated in the doorway. “You wanted to speak to me about Danny?”
He shoved himself off the desk, his erection growing stiffer by the moment. “Call me Kevin.” He took her hand and closed the door. “I’ve been out of my mind, wondering who you were these past few months.” He brought her hand up to his mouth, lips grazing the backside.
She jerked her hand away. “That was a mistake.” She put some space between them. Color flooded her face. “I can’t believe we…that I allowed…you know,” she sputtered.
“To fuck you brainless?” He arched an eyebrow.
Her complexion was now darker than her t-shirt. “Could we please talk about my son?” she asked, teeth clenched. She cleared her throat. “I mean, that is why you called.”
“I lied. You’ve haunted me for months, Tammy. I go to sleep at night, and you’re in my dreams. I catch sight of a woman whose hair flows down her back and try to see of her face, hoping it’s you.” He noted her startled expression and stepped back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of me these past months…”
***
Oh the arrogance of a good looking man! I may have let Bruce steamroll over me in our marriage, but I’ve grown up in the past three years; I know how to handle men like you.
Her eyebrows arched. “Thought of you?” Time to take him down a notch. “Oh, right. Let me see if I have this correctly. We have mind-blowing sex, I run off to collect my kids, and you’re telling me that you, Mr. Obviously Popular, can’t sleep at night because the poor sex-starved widow never bothered to tell you her name? Is your ego that fragile?” She laughed. “Believe me, I’ve lost no sleep over it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. That ought to cool him off.
He closed the distance between them. “Then let me refresh your memory.” Kevin cupped her face in his hands and angled his mouth over hers. His tongue prodded between her lips; with a quiet moan, she opened them.
Oh my god…I’d forgotten what a good kisser he is! Her body declared war on her common sense. She remained stiff, trying not to show him any response.
Kevin ended the kiss and moved his hands to her shoulders, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. “You’re telling me you feel nothing? Your body betrays you.” He drifted a hand down to sweep across the swell of her breasts. “Why are you shaking, if you feel nothing?” His voice dropped an octave.
Stay strong; oh that feels so good…Seriously, Tammy? You’re buying his caveman act? I don’t care; it’s been so long since any man has had this effect on me…and it felt so good last May…
His other hand joined the first in light exploration of her breasts. He leaned down again to stroke her lips with his. She uncrossed her arms and wound them around his neck. Screw acting responsible. I want to feel him against me.
Kevin’s tongue slid past her teeth as his hands crept up her shirt. His fingers removed her nipples from the restraints of her bra. Tammy’s imagination ran wild from the sweetness of his lips and the warm hands on her skin. He wrenched his mouth from hers and bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth. One of Kevin’s hands unfastened her jeans, and a finger explored inside the waistband of her underwear.
Common sense came flooding back. “Kevin…we can’t…”
Kevin pulled away. “Oh yes, we can. Feel how hard you’ve made me.” He took her hand and led it to the bulge in his caramel slacks. “I want to see how wet you are.”
“Wait!” She closed her eyes. “Can you lock the door?"
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