The heat wave was just beginning. In one week, Shana had successfully unpacked all of her kitchen supplies, and now she could barely bring herself to move. The children were outside playing again. Someone had managed to break open a fire hydrant, and there was no point in letting the cool water go to waste.Shana sat in front of the television set. She couldn't afford cable, so she watched soap operas, barely able to pay attention for the sweat that dripped down her neck and between her breasts. She had to leave for work in five hours--a night shift. Ms. Fifi had been kind enough to agree to come over and watch the boys for her that night.
Shana closed her eyes and sighed, pulling the thin fabric of yet another tank top high on her torso, until it barely covered her breasts. And she was already in the shortest shorts she could find. She was half-worried she'd die of heatstroke. Where was Coffie and that fan?
Shana had hoped it was an excuse, a reason to see her again. The very thought of him heated her veins, as the sun heated her skin. He was so beautiful, with his dark skin, the color of night, and his deep, sexy voice.
"Shana?"
She must be hallucinating. The pretty blond opened her eyes, and sure enough the man himself stood in her doorway, bearing what she hoped was a working box fan.
She realized her haggard, barely-covered state and stood immediately, straightening her clothes and hair. Coffie's eyes raked shamelessly over her body.
"You look like a snowflake about to melt in this heat."
"I feel like it, too."
Coffie grinned and set the fan on the table. He helped himself to a glass of water in the kitchen, already comfortable enough to make himself at home in hers. And she didn't mind it. Not one bit. He took a long sip, then offered the glass to her. Shana licked her lips. The gesture was intimate. In the back of her mind, she knew this was progressing quickly, and she let it. She raised the glass to her lips; the very knowledge that his had been there was more than enough to spread wet heat between her thighs.
Her heartbeat quickened, and her tongue darted out once more to rid her lips of excess moisture. Coffie's eyes were fixed on the movement. She shifted and squeezed her thighs together, trying to sate the desire she felt.
"Thank you," she murmured.
The tall, statuesque man didn't respond. Instead, he reached his hand out to take the cup away and put it on the counter, then he reached out once more to touch her waist and pull her close. Shana glanced at the open door, but Coffie didn't seem to care if anyone walked in on them. He pressed his soft, smooth lips to hers, kissing her sweetly at first, then harder, his tongue begging entry to her mouth as their cravings grew stronger.
Shana's head was spinning. She hadn't experienced this type of pulse-pounding desire in too long. Her breasts heaved, heat coming at her from every direction now. She felt blissful, dizzy. His lips moved to her neck, slowly teasing the sweet spot beneath her ear as his hand worked its way up her thigh. She held on tightly for the ride as his fingers breached the defense of her shorts easily, pushing aside the thin denim and thinner cotton panties. Then his large fingertips worked their magic. He held her steady with one arm, and used his other hand to toy ruthlessly with the hard nub of her clit.
Shana gasped and shook against Coffie. God, he was amazing. Waves of pleasure swept over her in a steady, methodic rhythm. And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Coffie dipped his index finger between her damp folds of flesh, stimulating her from the inside and out, bringing her swift and sense-shattering climax.
The pretty blond's body quivered in the arms of a tall, well-built black man. Her cheeks blushed, and she glanced around quickly to make sure there were no gawkers at her windows. She saw none and moved her gaze back to Coffie's dark eyes. He raised his fingers to his mouth, tasting her juices, heating her blood all over again.
And although she could feel his large, hard need pressing against her thigh, he asked for nothing in return.
"I'll see you again, Shana," he murmured in her ear.
"Looking forward to it."
Shana watched him leave, lust and desire barely satisfied. Then she turned on the fan, ready to wait out the heat once again.
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