Copyright © 2011 Kenzie Michaels
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She spotted the handsome stranger across the parking lot. Dark hair, arresting eyes, tall muscular body encased in a snug-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans. She observed him approach the concession stand and order. She kept her eyes on him, heard her children call to their friends. Moisture pooled inside her core, and her nipples tightened, imagining what it would be like to see him naked. God, it had been a long time since she’d reacted this way to a man!
He turned toward her, and their eyes met. He tossed a kernel of yellow corn into his mouth; she dropped her eyes and continued on toward the bleachers. She spotted her son, already engaged in baseball practice, and spoke to several of the parents while edging through the crowd. But her mind was on the dark-haired stranger. Who was he? Was he another parent? Coach? Recent high school grad? Boyfriend of one of the teenage girls? She decided to take in the high school girls’ softball game and climbed to the top bleacher, nodding to a teacher she knew.
“Hey there, Mr. Castle, how long did it take the cheerleaders to understand the Pythagorean Theorem?” A body landed next to her, and her breath caught in her throat, recognizing the stranger who’d made her crazy with sexual fantasies. Her breath caught when their knees bumped. His voice burned into her brain, and she knew she had to find the courage to speak to him.
The balding teacher turned around and shook his hand. “Lord help us if Emily Mason ever decides to be an architect.”
“I know Emily. I helped her with her Algebra three years ago. Did she really always mark her test papers with ‘b’ or ‘c’?” She leaned forward to insert herself into the conversation. Her knees shook, and she hoped she sounded coherent.
The stranger laughed, turning his intense, milk chocolate brown eyes her way. “That’s Miss Mason. She was convinced all the correct answers could be found on her boyfriend’s test paper. Or if by choosing ‘b’ most of the time, she at least improved her odds of getting it right.”
Her brain screamed for her to do something to get him alone. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a fly ball approach and grabbed for it, but the stranger had also reached out to catch it. They crashed into each other, and she landed unceremoniously in his lap with his arms around her waist, inches from her breasts.
Electricity arced between them, along with the bulge in his denim.
“Oh I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Dumb question; that’s not a gun in his pocket!
She eased herself up, sweeping away the spilt popcorn. “Let me buy you another bag of popcorn.”
“No, no. That’s not necessary.” “Please, I insist. You can buy a bottle of water.” What the hell possessed you to say that? Water? Why not a soda?
“Lead the way.”
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He’d noticed the curvy, blue-eyed woman with the flowing hair watching him earlier and his body tightened. She seemed to be totally unaware of the way her hips swayed beneath her leggings and oversize sweatshirt. Or was she? His experience told him she wasn’t, but then again, she hadn’t glanced back to see if he was looking. She climbed to the top of the bleachers and sat behind one of his colleagues. Who was she? Definitely too young to be a parent of one of the high school girls. Maybe a parent of one of the smaller children on the other ball diamonds? He vaguely remembered seeing her with two small children…damn. She had to be married. Her familiarity with the teacher surprised him, and a flash of jealousy scorched his body. He wanted to see that dazzling smile directed at him, to run his hands through that mane of curls wafting over her shoulders in the breeze.
Unable to contain himself, he vaulted up the bleachers and planted himself in the spot beside her. The scent of her floral perfume hit his nostrils and he forced himself to ignore her and tease his colleague about a group of students. He tried to maintain his composure; what he wanted to do was grab her and claim that rosebud mouth for himself.
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 toward 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.
Instead of driving to the coffee shop, he drove the opposite way to a deserted country road.