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Chapter Ten

Kira

"Sorry about that," Austin says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Do you know that guy?" I adjust my tank top because the built-in bra isn't fitting right. I'd rather just rip the damn thing off and have Austin continue what he was doing. I wasn't ready to be done, but then that old guy had to come knocking on the window, acting like we were a couple of high school kids.

"Carl? Yeah. He's the owner."

I reach up and turn on the overhead light so I can figure out why my tank isn't fitting right.

"Damn," I say when I see the spot on my shirt.

"What's wrong?" Austin glances over at me.

"I spilled ice cream on my shirt. It's gonna stain if I don't wash it out."

"We'll stop at my house. It's just up the street." A few moments later, he pulls into the driveway of a large two-story house.

"What about your dad?" I turn the overhead light off.

"As long as we're not in my bedroom, he won't care. He may not even be home. He said he might have to work late."

We go inside and I smile when I see his house. It looks just like my parents' house. Not the layout, but the furnishings are similar. Overstuffed couches and chairs and lots of family photos on the walls and on the tables. There's some socks on the floor and a sweatshirt hanging off the back of the couch. The house feels comfortable, lived in.

"Ignore the mess," Austin says, kicking the socks out of our way. "My dad and I aren't great at picking up after ourselves."

"It's okay. Looks just like my house back in Michigan. My brothers are always leaving their stuff everywhere."

"Dad?" he calls out. No one answers. "He must be working late." He walks past me. "Kitchen's right through here."

I follow him into a big eat-in kitchen with a table off to the side. It's one of those older homes that has separate rooms instead of the open floor plan that newer houses tend to have.

"Do you need soap or just water?" he asks, standing by the sink.

"I'll start with water." I go to unbutton my shirt but he stops me.

"Let me do it," he says, smiling, as he undoes the next button. He leans down and kisses me and my hands go behind his neck, pulling him closer.

I love the way Austin kisses. It's perfect. A mix of fast and slow, tongue and then just lips. He keeps me guessing and I love it. And I love how he feels. His hands, and where he puts them, like he knows exactly what I want and when I want it. I've never had a guy read me like that.

He's done with the buttons and I slip the shirt off and toss it in the sink. His hands grip my waist as his mouth moves over mine.

"I fucking love kissing you," he says in a low sexy growl.

"You know how to kiss."

I feel him smile against my lips. "So you like it?"

"God, yes." I pull him against me. "Don't stop."

"Shit," he mutters. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Because of your dad?"

"No." He kisses me, but doesn't explain what he meant. And before I can ask, he lifts me up onto the counter.

My short skirt rides up, and from where he's standing, I know he can see under it. His eyes go there just briefly, then look up at me in a heated stare that makes my heart thump faster. He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, one hand going behind my head, the other landing on my bare leg at the edge of my skirt. His thumb slides under it, skimming up my inner thigh, pausing briefly at the edge of my panties.

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