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“No, I do. It just takes a bit.”

“Ah, I see.” He nodded wisely.

“What?” She squinted at him through her glasses. “What do
you see?”

“I just have to make sure the rest of you is aroused before
I play with those pretty nipples.” He leaned over and kissed her one more time.
“Don’t worry. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to have those
sexy tits sucked.”

She gasped. He winked, turned and started the engine. The
car rumbled to life and her seat shook. A wicked jolt shot into her pussy and
Nathan laughed.

“Don’t worry, babe.” He put his hand on her thigh. “You get
used to the vibration.”

He put the car into first gear and started forward. The
tremors continued teasing her pussy lips as he hit the gas and roared through
the garage. Laughter burst from her lips as she grabbed the car door.

The gate swung open and he drove out onto the street. The
night air whipped through her curls, clearing some of the cobwebs and alcohol
from her brain. The top of the dress still sagged but didn’t have any place to
go so while it showed more of her breasts than she liked, she wasn’t naked.

Nathan hit the gas, shifted gears and reached over, sliding
his hand beneath the dress. The fluffy layers of material didn’t seem to deter
him at all and seconds later, his fingers were on her knee. Shivers raced into
her core as he caressed the inside of her knee, silently asking her to spread
her legs.

She blushed even though they were alone in the car, but the
hunger swelling inside her wouldn’t allow her to retreat. She wiggled and
opened her legs, just a little. His fingers slid up her leg.

“Hold the skirt up,” he said softly. She gathered the
voluminous skirts in her hand, holding them back, leaving her leg bare.

Nathan’s hand disappeared as he changed gears and turned a
corner. Once he was back on the straightaway, his fingers returned to her leg,
sliding between her thighs. He didn’t grope or pinch—he traced swirls across
her skin, each stroke going a little higher until it wasn’t enough. Tasha
opened her thighs, silently begging for him to touch her pussy.

He didn’t look away from the road but a smile bent his lips.
He turned the car toward her side of town and for a moment she wondered how he
knew where she lived.

Then he drove past her subdivision.

“Where are we going?” she asked, the sane portion of her
mind still enough in control to make her question.

“I said I would take you home.”

“I thought you meant
my
home.”

He slipped his fingers beneath the front panel of her
panties and eased one finger between her pussy lips. The heat, the delicate
roughness of his skin sent fire into her core.

“We can do that. Or we can go to my house and I can strip
you naked and spend the night—”

That wicked digit sank into her passage, not going deep,
just teasing that first sensitive inch. Breath locked in her throat and her
back arched, the shallow penetration almost too much for her pussy.

“Tasting and licking, making love to your gorgeous body all
night long.”

She felt the need to correct him, that she didn’t have a
gorgeous body, but the delicious little pulses in her cunt silenced the words
in her head.

“Which would you like?” he asked, pulling his hand away from
her pussy and easing the car to a stop on the side of the road. She looked
around and quickly figured out where they were. Not too far from her house if
she asked him to turn around.

He turned his head and looked at her—a serious light in his
eyes at once comforted and worried her. She was comforted by the fact that he
wasn’t just flirting with her. But it worried her as well.

He wasn’t going to tease or seduce her into coming with him.
It was her decision.

“O-option two.”

He smiled and the look of pleasure spread into the depths of
his blue eyes. He gave her a quick kiss then guided the car back onto the road,
heading toward the edge of town. They hadn’t gone far before his hand returned
to her upper thigh. He didn’t plunge right back to stroking her pussy. Instead,
he approached softly, teasing her once again until she couldn’t stop a groan
from escaping her lips.

They pulled up to a stoplight. Tasha rested her head back
against the seat, trying to catch her breath, Nathan’s wicked fingers drifting
over the front of her panties, sometimes pressing down and teasing her clit.
The random caresses kept her on the edge, her entire focus on the seductive
strokes between her legs.

The rumble of another vehicle pulling up beside them barely
penetrated her awareness. All that mattered was the slow, exploring caress
around her clit.

“Nice seat cover!” a masculine voice cried out.

Tasha’s eyes snapped open and she stared up at a truck
driver looking out the window, down at her. Her left leg was bare, almost to
her hip, and the cool rush of air over her breasts warned that the bodice had
slipped even farther.

She yelped but Nathan just laughed.

“Thanks!” The light changed, he gunned the engine and took
off.

“What was that?” she asked, maybe a little offended, but not
quite sure. “What seat cover?” Was she so bland she looked like a sheepskin
rug?

Nathan’s lips pulled into a wide smile. “You,” he shouted
over the wind. “You cover my seat very nicely.”

“Oh.” She blinked and stared at the road for a moment. She
wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Her feminist side said she should be
offended but it was kind of nice to be admired. With Heather as her roommate,
Tasha was usually the one left mostly unnoticed…unless there was cooking to be
done.

Nathan turned down a side road. Tasha knew the area well
enough to know they were heading into farm country, before the city had
expanded.

He pulled up in front of a tall red building.

“You live in a barn?” she blurted out.

He laughed. “It used to be a barn. The previous owners
converted it into a house, then I remodeled it.”

He restores old cars and remodels homes. Is there
anything this guy can’t do?
A wave of uncertainty rushed through her chest.
All she could do was bake.
The dress may have made a serious miscalculation
with this one.

The engine’s rumble died abruptly. He squeezed her thigh
then opened his own door.

Seconds later, he came around to her side of the car but
Tasha held him off with a wave of her hand.

“No, I’ll do it. I’d just as soon not walk into your house
topless.”

“Wouldn’t bother me.”

The blatant lust in his voice made her forget all about her
insecurity. He might be an overachiever but for tonight at least, he wanted
her.

He stepped back, giving her room to open the car door and
stand up. With Nathan out of range, the bodice once again conformed to her
chest and for the moment she was bound in.

He led her toward the door. Lights came on as they crossed
the driveway.

She looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Security lights.”

“You live here alone?”

She looked up at the big house.

“No.” He grimaced. “My cousin lives here as well, but he
works weird hours. He won’t be home.”

He opened the door and stood to the side so she could walk
in.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, walking off to what looked
like the kitchen. The inside of the house was as amazing as the outside. The
open living area centered around a fireplace in the middle of the room. There
weren’t any doors but some privacy walls had been set up, blocking the kitchen
and dining room from the living room. She tipped her head back and looked up at
the high ceiling above the living area.

A freestanding staircase ran up behind the fireplace.

A mixture of light and dark wood covered everything, giving
it a rustic but elegant feel. She wandered in and put her purse on the side
table.

Moments later Nathan returned, his jacket gone and two
glasses of wine in his hands. “I didn’t know which you’d like, white or red, so
I brought one of each.”

“White please,” she said.

“Excellent.” He handed her the glass. “I prefer red.”

They raised their glasses in a salute then each took a sip.
The night air had cleared away most of the fuzz from her brain but still, she
wanted to take it easy.

“Your home is lovely.”

“Thank you. Would you like a quick tour?”

“Yes.”

“Great. But first…” He invaded the space around her and the
dress slithered to the ground. The evil grin on his face told her he’d done it
on purpose. She slapped her hand over her breasts.

“Why did you do that?”

“I thought it would be obvious.”

“You want me to wander around your house naked?”

“Topless.” He stroked a finger along the waistband of her
panties. “I’ll let you keep these on…for a little while anyway.”

Knowing her cheeks had to be red, she gasped when he slipped
his fingers beneath hers, the back of his hand brushing her nipple, and pulled
her arm away, entwining their fingers and leading her toward the kitchen.

“Since you’re a baker…”

“You remember that?”

“How could I forget? You make those fabulous chocolate chip
cookies. I’m a bit addicted.”

A tingle of pleasure spiraled through her stomach as his
words. She was very proud of her chocolate chip cookies. Jason would rarely eat
them, claiming he needed to avoid carbs. That should have been a sign right
there.

“Let’s start in the kitchen. I don’t cook much myself.” He
led her into a spotless room. Everything looked new, as if it had never been
touched by human hands. “But I like the idea of cooking so I had someone who
knows stock the kitchen with the appliances.”

“Whoever she was, she has excellent taste.” Tasha wanted to
reach out and stroke the stainless-steel front of the refrigerator but didn’t
want to be the first to leave a fingerprint.

From the pristine condition of the kitchen, she was pretty
sure Nathan wouldn’t approve.

He led her into a formal dining room. A dark-wood table
stood in the center of the elegant room. Still holding her hand in his, he took
her through the dining room and back into the living room, complete with couch
and big-screen TV—this was clearly the man cave.

He ended the tour back in the kitchen. The bright lights of
the room inspired another wave of insecurity but the hunger in Nathan’s eyes
quickly blocked it out. He took the wineglass from her hand and placed it on
the counter by the sink. She hadn’t drunk much but then she didn’t need much to
feel lightheaded. The lust in Nathan’s gaze did that all by itself.

“Can I take off your glasses?” he murmured. She blinked and
stared at him. “You’ve got such beautiful eyes.”

“Uh, okay.”

No one ever told her she had beautiful eyes. They were a
strange mix of green and brown. But Nathan didn’t seem to see that. He peeled
off her glasses and carried them away. The world around her instantly grew
fuzzy, well, except for Nathan. He was within the twelve-inch range of clear
vision. Everything behind that? A little, or a lot, out of focus.

But heck, she didn’t need to see, right?

Especially when he dropped to his knees, pausing as he
passed to place kisses on her nipples, made tight by the chill in the air.

He snagged the waistband of her panties, drawing them down
her legs. The soft brush of silk sent flutters into her core. She squirmed as the
red panties pooled around her shoes. She looked down and blinked. She was
pretty sure Nathan smiled but his face had little definition.

He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, encouraging
her to open her legs. She hesitated but after a moment, she lifted her left
foot, separating her knees. A sexy vulnerability washed over her as she stood
there, Nathan’s lips following the path of his hands, kissing her thighs,
rising up.

“Soft,” he murmured, his fingers stroking the bare skin of
her pussy. A year ago, Heather had convinced her to try a Brazilian wax and
Tasha had become hooked on the smooth skin, loving how it made her more
sensitive.

He brushed his lips over her skin. Barely a whisper, it
couldn’t be called a kiss. A delicious flutter ran through her pussy and she
must have gasped. He hummed his approval. The sound tickled her pussy lips a
heartbeat before he eased his tongue into her slit. The hot, wet caress changed
the faint shivers into wicked tremors.

A squeak erupted from her throat and she grabbed the counter
next to her. The stainless-steel refrigerator was cold against her back but she
barely noticed. All her attention was on the sexy tongue sliding in and out of
her pussy. Shallow, deliberate strokes, teasing the first sensitive inches.

He retreated, the wicked caresses pausing for one heartbeat
before he lashed his tongue around her clit, teasing, sucking. A breath and
then he pushed his tongue into her passage. The penetration wasn’t deep, but
everywhere he touched shimmered with need.

A low moan escaped her throat. She tipped her head back and
let the wild caresses consume her.

He licked the length of her slit again as if he wanted to
capture all her pussy juices, then lifted his head.

“Touch your tits.” The low, gravelly command surged through
her core and seemed to take control of her muscles. She reached up and cupped
her breasts. Her own touch didn’t feel nearly as good as Nathan’s strong
fingers but lovely shimmers flowed through her skin as she rubbed her fingers
over her own nipples.

He brushed a kiss across her pussy, just a tease.

“That’s it, babe. Pinch those pretty nipples for me. Let me
see.”

She pressed the tight peaks between her thumbs and fingers,
pinching until it almost hurt.

“So pretty, babe. Keep going.” He gave that final order then
dipped his tongue back into her passage. The shallow entrance jolted her and
she rocked her hips forward, fucking herself on his tongue. He groaned and
pushed deeper, cupping her backside and guiding her movements with his hands.

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