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He chuckled. “Here ya go. Have a nice day.”
Lexie glanced at the return address. Erika. Suddenly she knew what was inside. The shoes! She grabbed the box and held it against her chest as if hugging them. “Thanks!
You have a terrific day too!”
He glanced at her as if wondering where the sudden cheeriness came from, then he shrugged and walked back down the hall.
She shut the door to her condo and immediately tore open the box.
“It’s them,” she whispered.
Reverently, she removed the gorgeous, ruby, peep-toe stilettos from their protective wrappings and immediately slipped them on. As expected, they fit perfectly. Running to her full-length mirror, she imagined they might look weird with the jeans she was currently wearing but she’d change into her little black dress and grab the red Prada evening bag she’d recently bought to go with it. She had to see the whole effect and didn’t want to wait for a special occasion.
She had just peeled out of her clothes and slipped the shoes back on when the doorbell rang again.
“Damn. Now what?”
Lexie grabbed her blue satin robe, wrapped it around herself and sprinted to the door. She answered the buzzer with an impatient, “Yes?”
“It’s me, Tyler.”
She buzzed him in and glanced down at the shoes. “I’ll be damned. You don’t take any time at all, do you?”
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Chapter Two
Moments later, Tyler knocked and Lexie threw open the door. He stood in her entryway with his weapon pointed at the ceiling—and a red rose sticking out of it. Lexie chuckled. “Is it Valentine’s Day?”
“No but I couldn’t wait another six months. I wanted to show you how special you are to me.” He handed her the rose and holstered his weapon.
“Thank you. It’s lovely.” She buried her nose in the sweet-smelling flower and smiled. “You’re in luck. I love surprises and I happen to be home. But what would you have done if you’d dropped in and I wasn’t here?”
“I’d have cried all the way back to my lonely apartment.”
“Oh, you’re full of it—but sweet. Come on in.” She was about to close the door behind him when she remembered something. “Oh, would you mind taking off your shoes?”
“Sure.” Tyler pulled at his laces and glanced at the plush, Oriental rug covering the hardwood floor. “That’s a beautiful carpet. You’re smart to keep it that way.”
As soon as he had removed his shoes, she said, “Now your socks.”
“Huh?”
“Just the socks. We’ll stop at that for now.”
He grinned as he followed her train of thought. “Okay. I think I like where you’re headed.”
As soon as he had removed his socks, Lexie grabbed them, tied them together and hung them over the doorknob.
“There, now we won’t be disturbed.”
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“I use foot powder. I don’t think they smell that bad.” His mouth curled up in the dimpled smile she loved to see.
“I have a friendly neighbor. This is our Do Not Disturb signal.” Lexie closed the door, leaving the socks right where she had placed them.
“Male or female?” Tyler’s face lost its adorable smile.
“What?”
“Is your friendly neighbor male or female?”
“Female but what does it matter?”
His shoulders relaxed. “I just like to know if I have competition.”
She smiled but didn’t give away the fact that she hoped to break a long dry spell. She retrieved a silver bud vase from her hutch and nodded toward the gun belt. Tyler glanced down at it. “Now you want my belt off too I suppose?”
“That would be nice. I don’t think you’ll have to resort to self-defense here.”
“Damn.” He winked and removed the belt and hardware.
As she was filling the vase with water in the kitchen, Tyler glanced around, taking in little touches—clues to her personality and taste. Cushy furniture, a plaid wool throw, a grandfather clock, bookshelves filled with novels. Spice. He smelled cinnamon but it was stronger as he faced the kitchen. He inhaled deeply. “Are you baking something?”
“What?”
“Never mind.” He wasn’t really interested in her domestic skills. He’d rather cook up something spicy in the bedroom. Just picturing sex with Lexie got him hard.
“Nice place. Looks new inside but judging from the ivy covering the bricks outside, I’d say the building is probably over a hundred years old.”
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“It is,” she said. “It used to be one of the mansions belonging to a self-made millionaire.” She returned from the kitchen.
Tyler couldn’t help noticing the silk robe clinging to her alluring curves—and those stilettos! His breath hitched. Good God.
She apparently didn’t notice his reaction as she looked around the room and continued to address his interest in the building. “When the family didn’t want the upkeep any longer, they sold the whole kit and caboodle to a condo developer.”
Tyler ran his fingers along the sensuous fabric of an upholstered easy chair, wishing he could be gliding his fingers over her breasts. He cleared his throat. “How many condos did they put in here?”
“Four in the main house. There’s a carriage building with one more and an outbuilding that an artist rents as a studio but it wasn’t converted to living space. He just paints there.”
“So five, plus.” He noticed that she was looking down at her robe. If he didn’t act fast, she’d probably want to change and he wanted her to stay exactly as she was. He stepped in close and placed one hand behind her head as the other one glided around her waist. As he drew her to him, he looked into her eyes. Yup, dilated pupils. That was a good sign. She was heating up.
She let her hands run over his biceps and around his neck. He kissed her gently on the mouth then enveloped her in a warm hug.
Stroking her back, he could feel the length of her spine uninterrupted. Ah. No bra. As he imagined the feel of her soft breasts, he forced himself to gaze over her shoulder, looking for something neutral to comment on. Timing, man. It’s all about the timing. There was a large fireplace about which the main seating clustered. It looked as if it had been modernized. If he could build a romantic fire, maybe he could get her to lie on the floor in front of it.
“Outside, it looks like they kept the original chimneys. Is that a functional fireplace in front of the sofa?”
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“It should be working fine.”
She stepped back and Tyler was able to think clearly again.
“I haven’t used it lately but my neighbor and I tested it last winter.”
“May I?” He gestured toward the wood and kindling sitting on the hearth in a curved metal container. “It’s a cool evening and I used to be pretty good at building a warm fire when I was a Boy Scout.” He winced. Why did I say “Boy Scout”? The last thing I want to do is make her think I’m just a boy.
“Be my guest.” Lexie smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Can I get you a beer? Or a glass of wine?”
“Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
She strolled over to the corner hutch and selected two crystal wineglasses. On her way to the kitchen, she thought, Hmm…red wine for beef, white wine for chicken. She glanced over at his well-built, mouthwatering good looks. He rolled up his sleeves exposing impressive muscled arms, prepared to build a romantic fire. She grinned. He seems like beefcake to me. He certainly isn’t chicken. When she returned with two glasses of Shiraz, the wood was stacked over the kindling and some newspaper had been stuffed under all of it. Tyler pulled out a lighter and set it burning.
“So you used to be a Boy Scout, huh? Isn’t that cheating?” She nodded toward the lighter as she sat on the couch. “Aren’t you supposed to rub two sticks together?”
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nbsp; He smiled and settled close to her. “I never cheat.”
The kindling crackled and the fire made the room smell woodsy. Accepting the glass of wine she offered, he put his other arm around her and stroked her shoulder.
“Thanks for the wine. I thought we might get to know each other better. I don’t know what you like and dislike.” He whispered in her ear, “I want to know how to please you,” and kissed it.
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She sucked in a quick breath. When she could speak, she said, “Is that so?”
“I had to contain my urge to flirt with you until it seemed as if enough time had passed since your husband’s death—and then I had to act.” He sipped his wine. “I couldn’t let a beauty like you get snapped up by some old, rich guy.”
He reached across her and set his wineglass on the end table. “I can be a patient man but I know when to act. I’ve admired you from afar long enough. What else would you like to know about me?”
Lexie put her glass of wine next to his. I want to know if I can get more of those warm hugs and masterful kisses and then add some harmless making out before I implode but she answered, “All I really need to know right now is if you want what I want.”
“What do you want?” he asked.
Lexie rose, strolled over to the light switch and dimmed the lights. The living room was almost entirely illuminated by the flickering fire. When she sat beside him again, he was grinning. The shadows brought out his deep dimples even more. He took her in his arms and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She moistened her lips and her breaths quickened.
Holding her jaw, he lured her mouth to his, then pressed their lips together in a deep kiss. Warmth grew and spread through her. Oh God. This could lead to more than harmless making out. Should she break the contact when everything inside her was begging her not to?
The visceral force tugging at her womb threatened to overpower her reason. With all the self-control she could muster, she pulled away from the glorious gentle pressure of his lips.
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Tyler’s fingers stroked her neck and caused her to tremble. Moments later, his hand traveled over her arm to her tummy. She warmed wherever he touched her and the heat spread throughout her body. At last, his hand moved upward, cupping her generous breast, gently lifting it a couple of times as if to appreciate the weight. He slid his thumb over the nipple a few times and she let out an involuntary moan. He shifted and lowered her to the couch. They kissed, fondled, and both of them breathed heavily. He freed his hands and caressed both of her breasts at the same time. Lexie’s skin tingled as he fondled her breasts through the silk. Prickly excitement coursed through her. She wanted to feel his hot mouth sucking her nipples. As if he could sense it, Tyler spread her silk lapels.
Perhaps breaking the sensuous contact brought her to her senses. “Oh, man. I hate to say this but could we slow it down? Just a bit?”
“If you hate to say it, don’t say it,” he whispered.
His lips covered her mouth again and his hand fondled her thigh. Oh, dear Lord. I really don’t want to slow down! I haven’t been kissed or touched like this for…ever?
“Okay, Tyler, here it is. I’m too old to have sex in the backseat of a car or on someone’s couch—even if it’s mine. We either need to slow down or move to the bedroom.”
He almost leaped off the couch and extended his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
She rolled onto her side, turning her back as he stripped down to his boxers and slipped into bed beside her. He didn’t expect her to be shy. God, I hope she hasn’t changed her mind.
Tyler lightly “spooned” her and buried his face in her hair. She smelled like cinnamon. He hoped she noticed his large, throbbing cock gently prodding her bottom. Slowly, he pulled her hair back from her shoulder and kissed her neck. 21
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He felt her shudder but still she didn’t face him. He reached over and turned her toward him, brought his lips to hers and they shared a passionate and stirring kiss. How can I convince her to give herself to me? We both need it. Convincing her to kiss him wasn’t a problem. After several passionate minutes of French-kissing, he went with his instincts. He clutched her in his arms and hauled her bosom to his chest. Then he scooped her soft, round ass and pulled her closer, right up against his hard-on. She pushed against him and he let her break his strong grasp. To his surprise, she sat up on the bed and wriggled out of the silk robe. The she dropped it onto the floor.
Oh, Lord. He knew she’d have beautiful breasts but he didn’t know they’d be so full and round. Damn! They’re perfect. He couldn’t wait to suck them. Tyler suddenly realized he was holding his breath. He exhaled and shook his head. “Man, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”
“Flatterer. But I’ll take it.”
If she was ready for more, he intended to give it to her. He paused just long enough to grab a condom from the pocket of his uniform. Damn, I am a Boy Scout—always prepared. He wanted to dive into her, ride her until they both exploded and then recover inside her—until he could do it all again but slower the next time.
He held himself in check despite his aching need, realizing he could blow the whole thing if his aggression scared her.
Instead, he touched her nude body as if it were a sacred temple he had been waiting to enter his entire life. He stroked her beautiful breasts and lowered his mouth to them so he could suck her. She arched and moaned but pulled his head closer letting him know he could take her as he pleased.
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one after the other. She writhed and moaned, yet never told him to slow down. He couldn’t now if he wanted to.
Surprised by what she was going to let him do, Lexie realized it was too late to put on the brakes. She needed him. She had to fill herself with him. She reached for his cock and was delighted to find it rock-hard and large, both in length and thickness. Before she had a chance to pleasure him, he pulled away. She couldn’t imagine why. He slid down between her legs and licked her labia. Lexie shuddered and arched her pelvis right into his waiting mouth. She moaned louder, preparing to be launched into bliss. He inserted first one finger and then two into her. His tongue stayed on her clit until she climaxed with a crashing force that she had never experienced in her entire life. She shuddered and bucked like she was having a seizure. Granted, she hadn’t had much experience beyond Sam. Her husband had been gentle and considerate. He’d made sure she had come and then he would continue until his own climax. Tyler’s talented mouth was back on her clit, forcing her to shove any thought of Sam away. She cried out. Lightning shot through her until she thrashed and climaxed again. This type of complete, uninhibited passion with multiple orgasms had never been her experience. And now it was. She could barely move or think coherently. She knew that women of her age were at their sexual peak but she had never taken it seriously. As soon as she could, she would take Tyler’s large, erect cock in her mouth and show him that she wasn’t afraid to return the favor.
He reached for the condom and tore open the packet.
“No, wait.”
He stared at her in surprise. “I thought you wanted…”
“I do. Just not yet.” She pushed him onto his back and positioned herself between his legs. “It’s your turn.”
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He spread himself open for her and she took in the sight of his gorgeous cock. She grasped the satin girth and licked the pre-cum from his slit. He groaned. “L
exie, you don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” she said and took him into her mouth as deeply as she could. Tyler moaned as she withdrew and applied a generous amount of suction. Encouraged, she repeatedly went down on him.
Before long, he grasped her head and held her immobile. “No more. I can’t take any more.”
When she acquiesced, he unrolled the condom over his long shaft. Ready to be mounted, she was moist and hungry. She wasn’t about to interrupt his plans, so she spread her legs wide. He poised over her, looked deep into her eyes and penetrated. She moaned in fervent appreciation. He pulled almost all the way back and entered her again with his full length, then pulled back as far as he could without leaving her body.
“Tell me what you like, Lexie.”
She craved him and couldn’t stand it slow like this. She wanted him hard and she wanted him now. “Anything. Everything. Please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me. I can’t take it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Tyler smiled and obliged. He thrust in and out of her hard and fast. He bore down on her pubic area. As their pleasure mounted, she grabbed his buttocks and matched his every thrust. He scooped her in his arms and paused only long enough to flip until she was on top of him. She sat up, still impaled on his cock. Her breasts bounced over him. He grabbed them and massaged and squeezed while she moaned in delight. She bent low so he could take one in his mouth and then the other. Their rhythm and heat soon built to a frenzied pitch. He circled her clit with his finger. His thick, hard cock reached her sweet G-spot inside and she jerked with erotic convulsions. The 24
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rippling sensations spread throughout her body until she liquefied. Tyler reached his pinnacle, jerking and breathing erratically.
She collapsed and lay on top of him. He stayed inside her, holding her silently until their heavy panting slowed and their racing hearts relaxed. Eventually, she couldn’t help giggling.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m still wearing my shoes.”
He gave her a squeeze. “And beautiful shoes they are. Almost as beautiful as you.”