(This story started on May 12th, if you're new and would like the following to make sense )

There was something wrong with Marc's story, but his touch had set off a flutter of confetti-throwing butterflies in her stomach and that voice of his—damn! A shiver of oh my god take me now! had coursed through every erogenous zone she had when he said he was sure he was going to enjoy himself. All sorts of erotic ways he could do that and make her very happy as well flashed through her mind like so many old-fashioned flashbulb cameras going off one after the other. With her entire body nearly vibrating from a libido bouncing up and down shouting "so right! so right! oh yeah, baby! so right!", it was difficult to concentrate on what might be wrong. So, so not good since she wasn’t ready to go on the trip her body was revving up for.

After the last disastrous relationship rollercoaster she’d bought a ticket to ride, she was concentrating on her career first and then-and only then-picking out a man that fit with her goals according to criteria she was still developing. Hangs out with irresponsible brother, drinks too much to remember what he did, and gets locked in stranger’s trunk were not on her list of “must haves.”

Delila withdrew her hand from Marc’s. No doubt the man was a hunk of pure eye candy. His well-worn Metallica t-shirt molded to a mouth-watering set of pecs and biceps and his jeans rode low over slim hips and long legs. The soft denim also cradled an impressive package that sent those recalcitrant butterflies in her stomach into hissy fits of raging lust. She realized she was staring at his crotch and immediately jerked her attention back up to his face.

His blond-streaked hair fell across his eyes in a couple of thick strands but didn’t disguise the challenge or interest in his golden brown gaze. A bead of sweat trickled between her shoulder blades and slithered down her back. She took a deep breath and stepped around him to retrieve her running shoes from the trunk. The reason she’d come out here in the first place.

She hadn’t missed the fact that Marc’s focus had sharpened and zeroed in on her breasts when she sucked in air. At least the lust was flowing in both directions. After slamming the trunk shut, she propped a hip against the back of her car and cooled her fired-up hormones with a splash of frigid reality. “So how do you know my brother?”

A strange look passed over Marc’s face. “I met him through a mutual acquaintance.”

“A woman?”

“No.”

Relieved, Delila pushed away from her car and moved to the little portico in front of her front door to sit on the edge of the small step. Picking up the ankle socks she had dropped there, she unfolded them and shook one out. “That’s good to hear.”

Marc followed her over and propped his forearms on the railing around her tiny porch which she was sure the architects had planned more as decoration  than support. Leaning over her as he was with the morning sun backlighting him, he appeared huge, his position emphasizing his upper arms which looked about ready to burst out of the straining sleeves. She had the sudden comic book image of his shirt ripping open and flying off his body in ragged strips, leaving his muscular chest heaving before her for her own personal visual enjoyment. Yum.

“Why’s that?”

Delila blinked. “Why’s what?”

The left corner of Marc’s mouth curved up and she had the sudden urge to put her tongue right in that spot and trace the line of his bottom lip around. Damn it. Goals were so much easier to focus on when you were getting laid regularly. Before her abrupt spurt of horniness could overtake all her common sense, she looked down at her feet and concentrated on putting on her socks and shoes.

“Why’s it good that Blain and I didn’t meet through a woman?”

“Blain has a way of getting in trouble and that trouble usually begins with a woman and ends with a boyfriend, husband, brother or father out for his blood.”

“That’s hard to believe.” The sarcasm in Marc’s response was thick and biting.

Delila stood and started warming up for her run. Taking in a deep breath, she eased it out with her next question as she bent at the waist to stretch her hamstrings. “What? Did he already put the moves on your girlfriend?”

“Not exactly.” His voice trailed off.

With her arms still wrapped around her calves to maintain the stretch, she lifted her head slightly to look up at him. He was staring at her ass with a hungry, I-want-that expression on his face. She tucked her head back down and grinned to herself. No matter what her goals were, having a hot guy drool over her felt good. If he hung out with her brother, no doubt the man was a shameless player as well, and he’d been sexually taunting her and enjoying her reactions since he got out of the trunk. Time for a little payback. Besides, a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

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