(If you’re new, this story started on May 12^th  if you want to find out why Marc is kissing the sense right out of Delila on her front porch.)

Consumed. By heat and need and ohmygod his hands felt amazing on her body. Delila went up on her tiptoes, trying to get closer, press harder against the solid wall of warm muscle in front of her. Sensation surged through her like a tsunami, flinging her through her normal barriers of good sense and inhibitions like a boulder through a plate glass window. Shattering any reservations or hesitation. God! The way he kissed! How he tasted! His touch made her skin shiver and heat at the same time, his confident and bold caresses shocking her and really, really turning her on. Made her want to—

Slam! The jarring sound of her next door neighbor forcefully closing her car door yanked Delila out of her ecstatic trance. She jerked her head back and realized she was standing in front of her house on a Thursday morning involved in a free-for-all grope and moan session with a virtual stranger. Dropping her leg, which at some point had tried to wind around his waist, she glanced over her shoulder to find Mrs. Howard glaring at her as she backed out of her driveway. Jeez. She’d probably be officially reprimanded at the next Home Owners’ Association meeting for an inappropriate public display of graphic actions.

She looked back up at Marc who still had one hand wrapped in her ponytail and one hand between her legs. His features were sharp with lust, his lips drawn in a tight line and his golden-brown eyes dark as they glinted down at her. She pushed against his chest, but didn’t make any progress in dislodging the arms wrapped around her with the give of two steel bands.

“Let go of my ass,” she said, her voice cracking on the strained words. His eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze shifted down to her mouth with a hunger that threatened to break the strand of sanity she was clinging to. “Now.”

His breath exhaled on a slow hiss as his hands slid from her. His release was as erotic as his embrace had been, one hand slowly unwinding her hair from around his fist and then skimming over her neck and shoulder and down her arm while the other pressed up into her sex, fingers dragging back and over her as he moved it to her butt. Splaying his hand wide, he ran it up to her hip before dropping it to his side.

Taking a step back, she brushed her mouth with her fingertips. Her lips still tingled and felt swollen to the touch. Marc looked like he was ready to pounce given the slightest opening and her body was all for extending the invitation. Where the hell had this man come from? Planet of the sex gods? Time to jump back into reality before someone with a cell phone drove by and she ended up on an internet porn site being taken on her porch.

“Sorry about that,” she said, looking around at her lawn that needed to be watered. Looking anywhere but his eyes. They seemed to have an odd, hypnotic effect on her that made it difficult to think about anything but how good it felt to be pressed full-length against him. “I didn’t mean for the flirting to get so carried away…especially in my front yard,” she finished, more to herself than anyone else.

“Delila.”

Whether it was the husky, sexy timbre still lacing his voice or the fact that he reached for her again, Delila jumped back as if he’d tried to hand her a snake. She hated snakes.

“Well, ok then," she said with a big fake smile, doing her best to imitate the perky morning weather girl on the local morning news channel. "Nice to meet you. Need to run—literally—so I’m not late for work. I’m sure Blain will be along any minute.” She gestured vaguely at his feet. “Maybe he’ll even remember to bring your shoes.” Without waiting for Marc to respond, she jogged down the driveway. When he called her name again, she pretended not to hear him and kept running.