He’d pulled his truck up in front of her house at eight o’clock sharp this morning. Awake since six, he watched the clock impatiently and waited until he was sure her parents had left for their day of fishing and fun with their friends. The surge of pleasure had been so great that when he’d started up the walkway he’d all but run to her front door. Carly had promised she’d be naked and waiting for him.
She’d even told him, quite graphically, what she wanted him to do to her. Oh yeah, he’d planned to taste and touch every inch of her delectable body until she was hot, sweaty and begging him to fuck her.
Rock hard and ready, he knew he couldn’t wait. He’d planned on a quickie to relieve their tension before he settled down to really enjoy himself.
The first inkling he had that his day wasn’t going to go quite as he’d planned came when Carly met him at the front door. She was fully dressed and looked very unhappy.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he’d waited for her to speak. Every muscle in his body was clenched as he braced himself for the disappointment he knew was coming.
She opened her mouth to speak, stopped, swallowed hard and tried again. “They cancelled.”
She sounded so sad and forlorn that he bound up the steps and wrapped his arms around her. “Who cancelled?” Burying her face against his chest, she mumbled something but he couldn’t understand her.
Cupping her face in his hands, he tilted her face up to his. Unable to resist, he licked her top lip. Sweet. She always tasted so damned sweet. Needing another taste, he covered her lips with his. Gently. Carefully. He skimmed her mouth with his, not deepening the connection, just enjoying the feel of her soft lips against his.
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