Part 73 (1/2)

”I was just thinking about Bri. I'm worried about him.”

”You're a good friend, honey.” She played light, quick kisses over his

face. ”That's one of the things I love most about you.”

He drew her closer, as always stunned and delighted to hear her say she

loved him. She was so beautiful with her big brown eyes and

kewpie-doll mouth. Her breathy voice was like music she played only for

him.

She only pressed closer when he ran his hands up her legs to knead the

firm flesh of her b.u.t.tocks. Her body was like a dream, long and lush

and tanned as golden as a peach. When she shuddered, he felt like a

king.

”I need you, Angie.”

”Then take me.”

She let her head fall back, looking at him from under carefully darkened

lashes. Slowly, keeping her eyes on him, she reached down, and taking

the hem of her s.h.i.+rt, pulled it up and over her head. In the sunlight,

she stood erotically naked, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rosily tipped and as golden as

the rest of her. He kept his senses long enough to pull her inside the

doors before he lowered her to the floor.

She let him do whatever he liked, enjoying most of it, adding a few

calculated groans and cries when she thought it appropriate. It wasn't

that he didn't excite her. He did, in a mild sort of way. She would

have preferred it if he'd been a bit more forceful, put a few bruises on

her.

But P.M.”s chunky drummer's hands were almost reverent as they skimmed

over her. Even when his breath began to chug and the sweat began to