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Married mother of three begins to see herself in a new light.
She raised an eye brow, thinking. A slow smile began to play about her parted lips.
"Come here," she said. There was nothing else to do so he sat down next to her and took a sip of the tea she'd poured for him. It tasted like grass and mint.
She scooted closer, her gaze focused on his face. She had warm, brandy eyes. She lowered her lashes and her smile deepened. She had slender lips, and a slightly squared jaw. But her eyes and nose were nearly perfect. Her ears...he loved her ears. He wanted to touch them. Softly she said, "Aren't you at all curious?"
"Curious? About what?" What was there to be curious about? He was afraid. He could feel cold sweat in his pits and dripping down the back of his neck. Where were the damn cops? Why was she looking at him that way?
"You said I was a puzzle." Her voice was a low purr. "That's why you came here. You said you wanted to solve me because I was a puzzle." Her fingers were walking up and down his leg. Everywhere they touched him through his jeans he felt electric energy.
"I was flirting," he said.
"I know," she said. Those brandy-color eyes had a hungry look. "But I'm still a puzzle. Even now. You could try and solve me before the time runs out."
He felt his pulse racing. A man waiting to kill them and here they were, horny as teenagers in their parents' bed. His breathing came short and quick. Her body was a mystery to him. What did she smell like? Taste like? Feel like?
As if in a dream she tugged off her shirt. Her skin beneath was silky, and fuzzed with soft hair. She had a mole just above her collar bone. Her breasts, not large were covered in a pink bra she unsnapped for him. The nipples were dark and had small hairs around them. She had dark silky hair beneath her arms, too. He could smell her even more now, soap and sweat and her strong, prickly arousal scent.
At last, he leaned close enough so that her breath brushed over his lips. Her Eyes were wide and she sat perfectly still, naked except for a pair of men's boxers.
He kissed her, and as their lips touched, it was like an electric circuit was closed. A roaring red lust flashed through his body, from his mouth to his cock. He felt her gasp as much as heard it. He wanted to possess her as a lion possesses its kill. He flung her back onto the couch and stared at her, his naked prey. Naked except for those boxers.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice jagged with longing, "Do it. Fuck me. Make me yours." Her hands slipped beneath the hem of the boxers and thrust them down her legs. She kicked them to the carpet and lay there, panting, on display for him, waiting.
From the door came an ear-splitting bang. An icy wind blew into Trevor's chest, freezing his heart solid. It throbbed with the cold, pounding and jarring against his ribs. Time was up and Robert was trying to force his way in.
Trevor's skin tingled. He swallowed and felt the fluttering of fear in his stomach, a violent tornado threatening to suck him away. His mind had gone perfectly empty.
Caitlin sat up, made a kind of nest of the pillows behind her. She spread her thighs, revealing the split of her pussy below her pubic curls. "I need you to make me feel good," she said, her voice sending a buzz up his spine. "C'mon, Trevor. Don't worry. Trust me."
But Trevor was like a deer caught in the headlights. The door was banging against the chair he'd put in the way. He knew that most likely he was minutes away from facing a man with a loaded gun. Trevor didn't do well with conflict.
"Trevor," Caitlin said. "Trevor, I'll protect you. You can trust me. I just want your mouth right here." Her hand went down and spread herself apart.
He knelt on the carpet. He delicately sniffed. His finger reached out and gently stroked across her lips, feeling the satiny wetness as if it were a warm slice of mango.
Another loud bang and she gasped. He looked round, a sudden wave of coldness washing through him. "Oh my God," he screamed.
Robert stood in the door way, gun in his hands, staring at his naked wife with a mask of utter shock on his face.