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  The apartment was, she vaguely noticed, sleekly furnished with modern, expensive furniture. Black leather, glass, and chrome were all over the place, highlighted by several colorful paintings on the stark off-white walls. There was a bookshelf stocked with a wide variety of books, everything except romance novels, it seemed. Then she noticed a few Intimate Moments stacked on the corner of the middle shelf.

  “You read romance novels?” She was surprised.

  “Uh, someone must have left them there, maybe Kate or Laura. I read the first one out of curiosity and I liked it. I was surprised at how sensual it was,” Frank admitted. “Now if Kate or Laura read one they think I might like, they bring it over after they’ve finished it. After all, I can’t just go to the store and buy them as it would ruin my manly reputation.”

  She looked at him with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Your secret’s safe with me, Big Guy. Interesting decor, by the way, did you do it yourself?” she asked casually.

  “Huh? Oh no, it was furnished this way when I moved in, except for the paintings,” he said, distracted. “The place always seemed sort of cold and sterile to me until I put them up and added a bit of color.”

  “The pictures really do help,” Lanie murmured as she walked across the room to Frank and once again took his hand. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the palm gently.

  “Enough about my décor.” Still holding Lanie’s hand he asked, “Are you hungry? I can fix us something to eat or order a pizza while you take your shower, if you wish.”

  “Or you could shower first while I cook,” Lanie retorted, grinning, “but that’s not what I’d prefer.”

  “What would you prefer?” he asked cautiously.

  “I’d prefer that we showered together and then ordered a pizza so that it would arrive after.” She grinned in anticipation. “After we’ve finally made love for the first time, that is.”

  “Lanie, lady, I like the way you think.” Frank hugged her and they made their way to the large bathroom. “I don’t know why I got the idea you were so reticent.”

  “Yeah, you really read me wrong there,” Lanie said firmly. “It’s just that Cassie’s father, the creep, made me suppress any wild impulses I had.”

  “You never have to suppress your impulses with me, Lanie love. Let yourself go.” Frank’s smile was wide, then he raised one eyebrow and said, “There’s just one thing that bugs me, one tiny little problem.”

  “What’s that?” she asked wide-eyed.

  “I want my clothes back!” He tried to sound ferocious.

  “Well, possession is nine-tenths of the law and I have them now. In fact as you can see I’m wearing them and I like it, so if you want to get them back you’ll just have to take them right off me.” Her defiance was playful.

  Frank turned on the water in the shower bathtub combination stall and adjusted the water temperature before turning back to her with a fierce growl, “All right, I will.”

  He reached out quickly and pulled down his jogging shorts, sliding them down her shapely legs.

  “I’ll get you for that, you fiend.” She reached out and unzipped the top half of his jogging suit.

  Before she could slide the jogging top off of his broad shoulders however, he was working her tank top up over her head. She took her turn, working the jacket completely off of him. He responded by unfastening the front of her bra and dropping the muddy garment on the floor.

  “Hey! That wasn’t yours!” she protested. “That was my bra to begin with.”

  “If you can steal my clothes, I can steal yours,” Frank countered.

  “Yeah, but I can wear your clothes.” She looked down at the bra and grinned. “Can you wear mine?”

  “Good point,” he managed to mumble.

  She knelt down to pull his shoes and socks off as he balanced on first one foot and then the other. When she straightened up he very slowly slid her silky underwear down her legs until they fell to the floor, and then he lifted her gently out of the small pile of clothes jumbled up on the floor and set her in the shower under the warm spray. Quickly his jogging pants hit the floor and he joined her under the warm shower spray.

  “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Lanie murmured.

  “Neither can I, my love.” Frank kissed her quickly but deeply. “Now, stand still and let me wash this mud off that perfect skin. I want to see the woman underneath all that mud.”

  She was excited and dazed, but there was also an undercurrent of tension that was almost fear, a delicious sort of fear. She hadn’t been with many men in her life and she had been deeply hurt and wounded by Cal, her first real love. It had been years since she had let her guard down enough to get close to any man.

  Now, here with Frank, she knew that if he hurt her the pain would be immeasurable, much worse than anything she had ever felt before. She trusted Frank not to hurt her intentionally but there were no guarantees. There was a time in every relationship, what a sterile word she thought to herself, when you had to open yourself up to possible pain.

  Smiling to herself, she remembered Kate’s question and answered it silently to herself: Yes, living without Frank was worse than her fear of what he could do to her. Definitely!

  Frank began gently soaping her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hands roaming tenderly over her body, cleansing her of the sticky, partially dried mud and exploring her smooth skin and feminine contours. His hands also rinsed away the last of her nerves and doubts.

  “You can’t believe this is happening?” Frank teased, “You were the slow one. You were the one who held back, I’ve wanted to be with you like this forever.”

  “Frank, please understand, I had my reasons for waiting,” she admitted softly. “It’s been a long time.”

  “I know,” he told her simply, “I understand, Lanie love.”

  He kissed her gently, exploring her mouth and seducing her with his tongue. She reached for the soap and began lathering his chest, running her thumbnails lightly over his nipples.

  “Hey! Did you really say we’d waited forever?” She barely managed to whisper, “It just seems like we waited forever. Actually, we’ve known each other less than a month.”

  “In this case, that’s forever. I wanted you from the first moment I saw your eyes shooting fire at me, and from your first words to me.” He smiled at her, almost melting her bones.

  “Which were as I recall, ‘You great, big lumbering oaf!’ accompanied by a slap across your smug face,” Lanie recollected.

  “That’s what did it, there’s no accounting for taste,” Frank shrugged as he stroked her firm breasts, “but now that I have you here, at last, I’m not going to rush anything, as much as I want to. I’m going to take this very slowly. I want to savor every second, every tenth of a second with you.”

  He took the soap away from her and lathered her breasts again, concentrating on her nipples, then he worked his way down her body, slowly and luxuriously. Her eyelids closed and her head tilted back as his magic fingers found her moist femininity. Her hands resting on his shoulders, he teased her there gently for a timeless moment, and then very deliberately, almost agonizingly, he moved on down her body. He knelt and washed her feet and legs.

  “Turn around.” It was a softly whispered command.

  Still kneeling, he began to work his way slowly back up her body. She yelped as she felt a soft nip on her full, round bottom. His fingers and tongue gently explored every inch of her. She shivered as his fingers teased at her from behind, not really invading her core of moisture but tantalizing her. He stood and continued his task, slowly and maddeningly climbing up her body until she was totally limp. Finally, he picked up the shampoo and lathered her luscious fiery hair.

  His hands felt delicious moving gently through her hair and massaging her scalp. As he stood close behind her, she could feel his manhood pressing against her. She stuck her head under the full force of the shower spray and rinsed, then he worked his fingers through h
er hair, making sure every trace of the shampoo was removed before he applied the conditioner. He rinsed all the conditioner out of her hair, and then she turned around again.

  “Is it my turn now?” she asked, turning to face him, her voice soft and husky.

  “Oh no, my love, not yet.” He kissed her with love and passion.

  Finally he left her mouth to chew on her neck, and then he moved on down her body. This time his hands and mouth followed the same path he had previously taken with the soap, down the front of her lovely body. He teased and suckled first one breast, then the other, his fingers teased and tormented her feminine core before his mouth followed. This time he didn’t hurry on down to her toes. This time he lingered, loving her with hands and mouth until she screamed in delight, her fingers twisting in his hair, and shutters wracking her entire body.

  “Now is it my turn?” Her voice sounded weak and thready as she asked the question. “I want to pleasure you, too.”

  “You are pleasuring me, love.” Frank stood and kissed her, sharing the taste of her passion with her. “Just by being here with me and letting me love you.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” She sounded almost impatient.

  “I know.”

  Ignoring the water still pelting down on his head, he managed to sit down and stretch his legs out in the bathtub. He reached both hands up and gently pulled her down into his lap.

  “For now, my love,” he cuddled her gently, kissing her hair, “just relax and let go. You’ll get your turn later.”

  She did just that, kissing him lovingly and resting in his arms, feeling weak and spent, and very loved. As her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal, she began to tease him, her hands exploring his body. She slid them over his chest, teasing his taut nipples. Finally she lowered her hands, gently stroking his full erection. Somehow, with willpower he never knew he possessed, he stopped her before he’d had his full pleasure. Without a word, he handed her the shampoo and she washed his hair, then rinsed and conditioned it.

  “Please, let me really love you,” she protested again, whispering against his lips, “let me pleasure you.”

  “Oh my love, you do pleasure me.” He kissed her. “More than you can possibly know, but let’s get out of this shower first. If you touch me any more, I may explode and I want our first time to be in a real bed.”

  “Good idea, if I can just get my feet under me.” She smiled widely. “Besides, I’m beginning to look like a prune.”

  “Didn’t I ever tell you?” Frank laughed, “I love prunes.”

  Somehow they managed to untangle their feet and stand up. Hand in hand, they climbed out of the bathtub and slowly, ever so slowly, dried each other off, both of them savoring the texture of the terry cloth against their skin.

  The towels were discarded and they walked naked into his bedroom and over to his king-sized bed. The dim light from the bathroom gave the room an almost mystical glow. She stood there totally relaxed and unashamed in her nakedness, all of her fears and inhibitions completely gone. She watched him pull down the deep maroon velour bedspread and turn back the crisp white sheets. She took the time to fully appreciate watching the play of the muscles in his back and legs, and to study the firm, taut roundness of his buttocks. Her silent inspection was the continuation of the delightful survey that she had begun in the shower. He turned and held out a hand to her, and she hesitated just for a minute as she looked at his firm, well-muscled chest and his fully erect manhood.

  “Nervous?” he asked gently, noticing her strange expression.

  “No,” she answered mischievously, “just enjoying the view.”

  She would have to find a way to show him that she wasn’t the shy, nervous woman he thought she was. He was being so patient and careful with her and she appreciated it, but in a real relationship he would have to learn just how strong and deliciously wicked her sensual side could be.

  Reaching out she took his hand and together they sank onto the bed. For a while they just laid there, side by side, barely touching each other. For a moment it was enough to be there together, drinking in the heady feeling of being with each other, almost wallowing in the anticipation of their lovemaking.

  “Frank?” Lanie’s voice was quiet in the dimly lit room.

  “Yes, love,” Frank answered softly.

  “Love me now, please?” she begged. “You’re taking too long.”

  “Yes love, I will.” He moved over her, smiling down into her eyes, tenderly, and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He lowered his mouth to hers and the magic began. They kissed forever, her hands exploring his broad chest and moving even lower. His hands teasing and tormenting her full breasts.

  Frank said quietly, “Wait here.” He turned on the bedside lamp. “I want to fulfill one of my fantasies about you.”

  He got out of the bed and headed back to the bathroom. He turned off the light and returned in just a moment with a plastic bottle of deliciously scented skin lotion.

  “My sister left this here during her last visit.” He grinned.

  Working slowly and patiently he applied the lotion to her arms, all the way down to her fingertips. He went down to give the same treatment to her legs and feet. He returned to her chest, sliding and stroking the sensuous lotion on her chest and breasts and abdomen.

  “Turn over,” he ordered lovingly.

  He slid the lotion all over her silky back and legs, working down to the tips of her toes. He rolled her over and began kissing her all over until she begged him to love her.

  “Please love, come to me,” she whispered in his ear, “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Yes, Lanie love.” He entered her in a hard, fast thrust, filling her completely. He nibbled her neck and gently sucked until a love bite appeared on her breast. Her long fingernails made scratches on his back.

  He slowed his pace, gently stroking her as he slid in and out of her so slowly that she felt his body in exquisite detail, every millimeter. Finally, very slowly, his tempo increased. She met his sensuality completely.

  They both instinctively knew what would give the other the greatest pleasure, each other’s sensitive spots and special rhythms. It was a once in a lifetime match, with both sharing equally passionate natures, quirky senses of humor, and a certain wild sensuality.

  She pulled him even closer, urging him on and meeting his powerful thrusts with her own frantic passion. Her heels rubbed the back of his thighs, and she was moaning and whispering frantically, “Come on.”

  He built a rhythm from slow and easy to fast and furious without ever letting either of them go over the edge. Time after time he pulled back just at the last instant, prolonging the waves of pleasure until finally they both went over the edge and flew into space in a perfect climax.

  They lay there cuddled up together, not talking, spent and drained. Slowly as they both seemed to come out of the daze, they began to touch each other in little ways. Not to renew their passion, but just because they couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

  Gradually Lanie came out of her sensual fog and said, “Am I crazy or was that unbelievable?”

  “Lady, we’re dynamite together.” Frank kissed her gently.

  “I wonder if it’ll be like that every time we make love,” she mused aloud. “If it is, I’ve got to get hold of some vitamins, and fast.”

  “Don’t worry, if we keep making love like that I don’t think we’ll live very long.” Frank lay back on his pillow, exhausted and very happy.

  “But what a way to go!” She climbed on top of him, wiggling as she settled onto him. “Hey lover, want to risk your life again?”

  His exhaustion faded as he reached up to fondle her full breasts. “What the heck. My life insurance is all paid up.”

  Those were the last coherent words either one spoke for a very long time. This time after they made love, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. They even fit perfectly together in their sleep.


  Lanie awoke before he did. She lay there in the faint, early morning light and thought of all he’d done to her, for her, and with her during the long night. She remembered her silent vow to show him, really show him, that she wasn’t as shy and delicate as he seemed to think. Just because she’d backed off a few times when he had seemed to be getting to close. How could she prove it to him? She smiled to herself as she thought of the most wonderfully risqué way she could do it.

  Frank awoke to the strange but delicious sensation of someone stimulating and arousing him. Slowly, he became aware of several things: Lanie’s mouth and hands roaming over his chest, teasing his nipples into tiny nubs with her tongue, and the soft sheets tied tightly around his wrists and fastened to the bedposts.Her tender, loving exploration continued on further down his body. She laved his navel before she went lower still. Realizing that he was fully awake and fully aroused, she looked up at him for just a moment.

  “Well, you were greedy last night.” She grinned. “You never gave me my turn to drive you wild, so I decided to take things into my own hands. You’re not the only one with fantasies, you know.” She lowered her mouth to him and drove him insane.

  “I’m helpless and at your mercy.” He smiled. “Do whatever you want with me. I promise I’ll enjoy it.”

  “You bet your gorgeous behind you will.” She grinned.

  She spent a long time teasing and loving him. Then she really surprised him. She got off the bed and left him, totally ignoring his loud protests. It seemed like forever to Frank before she returned. When she did, in her hands she held a can of whipped cream.

  She was shaking it with a devilish gleam in her eyes as she said, “It was fortunate for me that you had this in your refrigerator, wasn’t it?”

  He didn’t have the words to answer but he was swallowing rapidly, his Adam’s apple jumping in his throat.

  She squirted the cool whipped cream on his body and her sweet, loving torture began anew.

  All too soon she left him again, still tied to the bed. Once more, she went into the kitchen. He waited in sweet agony for her to return. The smell of coffee and bacon soon filled the air.