Nevaeh had always had a quiet sense of confidence, never needing to resort to thick perfume or flashy clothing. To her, confidence alone was often the sexiest thing a woman could do for herself--anything else appeared needy, and by that she couldn't abide. She frequented the gym for her own benefit...a person is allowed one body in this life, after all. Might as well make it a healthy one. She didn't need a man's approval to feel good about the way she looked--she was happy with herself, inside and out, and that was really the important thing.
She was positive that she would never be able to look at city men in the same way again, after experiencing the ruggedness that was so Seth. He was the polar opposite of everything she'd ever known with a man...and she was already hooked. He'd be a drug to her as well...hell, he already was. Would four weeks be enough to satiate the need, the urgent desire, that she felt for him? The answer was a stark cold 'no'. Somehow, they'd have to make it be enough.
Even as he spoke, her hand didn't stop exploring him, trailing lightly over his stomach and chest. The hum of desire was quickly become a crescendo, one she wouldn't be able to ignore much longer. His words drew a grin to her lips. "I'm holding you to that..." She told him, stretching up to plant a light kiss on his smirking lips as if to seal the deal.
A shimmer of excitement passed through her at the proespect of having him to herself over the coming month. She couldn't think of a better way to spend the first vacation she'd ever taken since being hired...even with the other business that needed tending to looming in the background. She would try hard to not think of the time frame she'd been allotted...she wanted to enjoy this...enjoy him...with nothing to taint it. It would be a bittersweet union, this thing between them.
The wicked grin he bestowed her with next was sexy enough to give her the urge to wrap herself around him right there in the entryway. Good God, what was the man doing to her senses? His words had her shaking her head. "I have no desire to broadcast my sex life to my brother or his friends, believe me." Not only would it be quite embarrassing, but she didn't feel like having to get between the overly protective (and fist-happy) bunch and the man that she'd claimed as hers for the next month. Nor did she want to crank up the heat on an already hot situation. No, she was perfectly happy keeping their trysts a secret. "Besides...no fighting for you. I think I'm going to need you in tip-top shape, you know." She raised a brow suggestively, grinning devilishly.
One more long look into the endless blue above her had the flames of desire stoked once more. Biting her lower lip, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, finally granting herself access to the skin-to-skin contact she'd been craving virtually since she'd met him. His flesh was hot and firm under her cool hands, stretched taut accross the ridges of muscle. She made a purring sound, trailing her fingertips just above the waist of his jeans as she leaned up to capture his lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him--all of him--against her.
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It makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country
Who knows...
Get lost and get right with my soul
†2010 Dodge Challenger†
†Furious Fuchsia†
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