Looking through the panes of glass with his back to her, he held one lace valance panel back to watch the rainwater rushing down the walks, over the steps, drenching his Harley. Her gaze drifted over him--from the gorgeous shiny mane tumbling down his long back in lustrous black waves, then over his tight ass poured deliciously into faded jeans--her visual inspection went downward along taught thighs and powerfully built legs. He had a body that never quit and she hadn't even seen him naked. The ache between her legs merged into a maddening throb.
"Ah, hell, she needed a bath anyway." He turned with a casual shrug.
Chalina looked up at his face, now clearly visible in her foyer lights. High cheekbones, magnificent bone structure and a flawless masculine nose set perfectly between large, heavily lashed eyes that smoldered with intrigue. Her breathing quickened as he took a step towards her.
"What's your name, pretty baby?" His arms slid around her waist.
"Chalina," she replied in a soft voice. "Most people call me Chali."
For a moment a hint of speculation shadowed his eyes. Then as if he'd read her mind he sighed pleasingly before lowering his head. Their lips touched lightly at first, then again with a soft flick of his tongue. He tasted delicious. Chalina parted her lips, inviting him into a deeper kiss. A pleasurable groan rumbled within his broad chest as he sank into the kiss, freely exploring her mouth with his tongue. Her hands slid under the shirt clinging to his torso and up the rippling muscles of his back as he cupped her ass with a firm grip. When she let her tongue toy with his then caress the depths of his hot mouth, he sighed deeply before clutching her bare thighs. Lifting her off the floor, he carried her to the steps.
They made it to the second floor landing before Chalina tore his shirt off, then reached for the snap below his navel. She glanced at the tattoo on his chest--an outline of eagle wings filled in with red flames. Sexy, she thought. He dropped to his knees, gently setting her on the carpeted area just above the top step.
"Damn, woman. You're so fucking hot. Maybe I'm the one who should be afraid."
She looked up with a grin. "Just want to thank you for the ride home." The zip-fly to his jeans gave way to a huge erection. "And by the looks of it ... you're in need of some appreciation."
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