Page 3 of Bad Boy, Back in Town

Rob was still there and half-undressed. He’d taken off his t-shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Moonlight coming through the window danced on the golden hairs, mesmerising her until she saw that he’d unsnapped the top of his jeans, laying them open slightly. The room was warm and rapidly growing warmer. Averting her eyes from that shadowed area with great difficulty, she saw he was still wearing one canvas shoe with a telltale logo—a well-known brand.

In high school, Rob’s sneakers had been generic and worn. His jeans, more faded than was considered stylish. His pocket tshirts, too tight, and the kind that men wore to work in factories. But every time she looked at him, her insides curled and she felt an unfamiliar longing clear to her toes.

Rob had introduced Kitt to lust, and tonight the feeling had returned, scalding hot and familiar.

He chuckled as if reading her mind and, rolling to his side, patted the couch beside him. “Lie down here and tell me what you’re thinking.”

That was exactly what she’d longed to do earlier, stretch out beside him, but she didn’t want to talk then and she still didn’t now. She wanted so much more, but it would be foolish when she didn’t know what he was up to. She was a grown woman with at least a little sense—even when it came to Rob. Aware that she was wearing only a thin sleep shirt with nothing under it, she sat gingerly on the end by his feet.

“Come on, baby. Afraid of me?”

“Why should I be?” She straightened her shoulders and folded her hands on her knees.

“You shouldn’t. That’s the point.”

“I didn’t know you were in town,” she said, primly.

“Toots didn’t tell you?”

“My aunt knew?”

“Rob Harrison retu

rns to Summerville and everyone knows. I’ve always been the talk of the town, as if you didn’t know that.”

He gave Kitt that killer grin and she grew mushy inside. “How did you find out I was here?” she asked.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he propped his head up with his elbow and ran his gaze over her slowly, making her squirm. Desire twitched the lips of her pussy and her nipples strained at the delicate cloth of her nightshirt. Was the moonlight spilling into the room bright enough for him to see the hard peaks?

“I ran into her at the supermarket and she said she was expecting you.”

Sug didn’t know I was coming. Unless…she set me up. Good little Kitt will come running if she hears I’m dying of cancer. Would she do that?

Rob sat up to pull off his other shoe.

No. She wouldn’t stoop to that level. So, that means she is seriously ill.

Rob lay down again, tucking his bare feet behind Kitt and thoughts gave way to emotions. His body heat created that familiar curling-inside feeling. She suppressed a shiver. Dammit. Why did he have to come back? She’d almost forgotten him.

That was so not true. She twisted the pearl pinkie ring that Lionel gave her. She’d gotten over Rob, almost maybe, but he was unforgettable.

“Today, I spotted a car out front that I thought must be yours and I was going to stop but lost my nerve.”

She dropped her jaw. “Rob Harrison lost his nerve? That’s hard to believe.”

He grinned and wiggled his toes against her bottom. “I stopped by a pub this evening and ran into an old friend and after a few drinks I found it again.”

He had to get sloshed so he could come see me? “An old girlfriend?”

“Jealous?”

“Of course not. How could I be jealous of a man I haven’t seen in twelve years?”

“Have you counted the days as well?”

If he weren’t acting so obnoxious, she’d have thrown herself on top of him. His squirming toes were accomplishing exactly what he’d intended, and Kitt’s breath was coming short. He’d managed to edge one foot underneath her and was working forward. She knew where he was headed and the wave of excitement wending through her built. She should stop him but she wanted whatever he intended to offer. She’d prefer his cock but would welcome any part of Rob inside her longing vagina.

“I haven’t been thinking about you all this time like you must think.” Her throaty tone belied her words but she rushed on. “I’ve been busy. I graduated from college with a major…”

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