“God, that feels so good,” she said breathlessly, lost in the ecstasy of his hands and mouth all over her chest. He knelt, peppering her belly with tiny kisses and slowly undid the button of her jean shorts. Katie was panting with want and shivered as his fingers slid over her underwear. He looked up at her, the caramel of his eyes obscured by his black irises. There were no words that needed to be said out loud. They were conversing with their amplified senses. Looking down at him, she nodded, the air coming out of her mouth in tiny pants, anticipating something beautiful about to happen. He started to slide her shorts down her legs when the sound of a key was heard in the locked door. They both bolted upright, Clay standing before her nakedness in protective mode.
“You expecting anyone?” he asked quietly.
“No.” She reached for her clothes minus her bra and clumsily dressed. “Stay here.”
She ran around the corner just in time to see the front door open wide and her best friend Stacey burst in, her face animated with excitement.
“Holy shit, girl! What a night!”
Chapter six
Stacey flew into the townhome like a tornado, her long blonde hair fluttering behind her in thick waves. Katie closed the door and followed her into the living room where she watched her bestie collapse dramatically on the sofa. Passing the kitchen entrance, she eyed the interior nervously, not sure how she should let her friend know she had just interrupted a very intense moment. To hide her erect, tingling nipples from under her thin tank, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited to hear the latest news. Stacey was always welcome day or night. She even had her own key. But right now was probably her worst timing in all the years they had known each other. Katie shifted uncomfortably aware that her panties were damp, not able to bring herself to tell Stacey she was intruding.
“Brent is wonderful!” she gushed stretching her body out. “He’s showering back at the hotel. I didn’t want to drive all the way home to change, so I came over here to borrow some clothes. We’re going to hike Stone Mountain and then he’s spending the night at my place before he goes back home for the week.God! Last night wasawesome!” She flipped over onto her stomach and looked at Katie with anticipation. “How was your night with Cowboy?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows comically.
Katie sat on the edge of the sofa and chewed on her bottom lip. Clay was within earshot and she wasn’t about to explain how wonderful her night had been—that her body was still burning from the touch of his hands on her naked skin just moments before. If Stacey knew that he was mere feet from them, standing in the kitchen, able to hear everything they said, she’d go nuts with excitement. It had been a long time since Katie had been involved with a man, most of her time spent working and climbing the corporate ladder. It was a rare occasion for her to spend any time with the opposite sex outside of work, much less with someone she was genuinely attracted to.
Stacey quickly homed in on her hesitation. “What?” she asked, quickly sitting up. “Did you and Cowboy…?” Katie shook her head. “Did you hit it off with each other?” Katie nodded, suppressing a smile. “Iknewit!” She jumped up and threw her arms around her. “I’m so glad! Are you gonna see each other again?”
“I sure hope so.” A baritone voice surprised them both, their blonde and brunette heads whipping around in unison. Clay stood in the doorframe of the kitchen entrance with his hands tucked into his jean pockets accentuating his arm muscles. His shirt was back on and his face was flushed, his smile making Katie faint.
“Oh. My. God.” Stacey said, totally dumbstruck. She ran over to Clay and threw her arms around his neck. “This isfantastic!” she yelled out loud. He chuckled, receiving her energetic hug with stiffness.
Katie blushed and went to his side. She couldn’t help but lean into his sturdiness and was rewarded when she felt his hand slide into the back pocket of her shorts and squeeze.
“Okay, I’ll be out your hair in a jiffy. Let me go grab some clothes. I swear! Just give me two minutes!” She ran out of the room singing all the way, “This is fucking awesome!!!”
“I guess she’s happy?” Katie said looking up into Clay’s face.
“Seems to be,” he replied matter-of-factly, making her laugh.
A few minutes later, the two girlfriends stood outside on the front stoop of the condo and hugged.
“Call me later. I want details!” Stacey insisted.
“I want details too,” Katie laughed, watching her walk down the steps to the parking lot.
“Have fun!” she waved. “Oh and, by the way—you lookreallynatural with no bra on in that thin tank! It’s a good look for you!”
Katie’s eyes grew big and her arms immediately sheltered her chest.
“Enjoy every moment!” Stacey yelled before shutting herself in her car and driving off.
Katie remained on the top step and watched the taillights disappear around the corner. Looking down at her chest she realized Stacey was right—her yellow tank did nothing to hide the outline of her nipples. She shook her head and couldn’t help but blush.
*
“Sorry about that,” Katie apologized coming back inside bringing a swirl of hot, humid air with her. Clay was waiting for her, standing in the small hallway.
“Does anyone else have a key to your house that might be coming by today?” he asked humorously.
“No,” she answered, standing before him, looking sweet and innocent in her bare feet and bra-less tank.
“Lock the door,” he said huskily, his sudden confidence and boldness surprising himself.
He watched her cheeks flush with a subtle pink and she nodded before she turned and double bolted the front door. Before she could turn back around, he moved up against her back, reaching around and cupping her breasts. “Where were we?” he whispered into her ear with hot breath.
Katie moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, running her hands down his thighs. He tugged at her top, pulling it up and over her head. She turned around and nuzzled his neck, tugging at his own shirt. When they were finally skin on skin, their lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss, her fingers twisting in his hair. His body ached, he wanted her so badly. He felt her tug at his zipper, bringing it down and exposing his hardness beneath his commando composition. Feeling her hands grip his thickness was pure ecstasy, causing him to hold his breath and close his eyes.
