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Unwilling to disrupt her class, and maybe enjoying the sight of her a little bit too much, Kevin stood back and just watched.

             
She crawled forward, those ratty jeans lovingly cupping her lush ass, and his mouth went dry. She’d abandoned her flannel shirt in the heat of the day, and her full breasts swayed under her tank top.

             
She was more animated than he’d ever seen her, her infectious smile warming him even from a distance.  She laughed at something one of the children said, and he felt the sound wrap around him, tempting urges he’d never had before.

             
She was showing the children how to lay a piece of pastel colored paper over the froth of colored bubbles in their cups, creating explosive, free-form bursts of color.  The children clearly loved the activity, clearly loved her.  And the fact that feeling was completely mutual was patently obvious.

             
He didn’t realize how long he’d been standing there caught up in the sight of her until, one by one, parents began to arrive and collect their children.  It was fascinating, and a little sad, to watch.  All the love and acceptance he’d seen in the children served to emphasize the coolness and suspicion of their parents.  Kevin watched the animation fade from Joanna’s face, the joy leave her eyes, and found himself furious with the good people of Ludington.

             
Never mind that he’d treated her worse than any of them.

             
Kevin gave a rough sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face.  He had some atoning to do.

*

              Jo watched her last student skip away after his father with an unaccustomed sense of irritation.  The cool attitude of her parents usually didn’t even faze her, but it wasn’t difficult to pinpoint why it bothered her today.  Kevin was watching.

             
Shaking her head at herself, Jo began to gather her supplies into a wheeled bin. She’d barely started when Kevin was there, helping.  They packed in a silence that was surprisingly comfortable, especially considering the anger sparking the air around Kevin.

             
When there was nothing left to pack, Jo sat back and waited for Kevin to speak.

             
“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered without meeting her eyes.

             
“For what?” she responded, surprised.  With the little sparked of pure pissed-off-ness, she’d been prepared for accusations, not apologies.

             
“I’m an ass,” he muttered.  Finally he looked up, his troubled eyes the stormy blue of the lake.  “You hit a sore spot when you mentioned my sister, and I hit back.”  He dropped back to sit facing her.  “I don’t even pretend to understand you,” he continued, “but I have no excuse for the way I treated you, and I apologize.”

             
“Accepted,” she murmured, still stunned at his sudden turn-around.  “But why…” she cut herself off, unwilling to risk setting him off again.

             
“Why what?”               She shook her head and started to stand, but he caught her hand. “Why what, Joanna?”

             
“Okay,” she met his eyes squarely, “why are you so angry with me?”

             
Those gorgeous blue-green eyes widened, and his brows snapped down.  “I’m not angry with you,” he denied, and she shook her head in disbelief.

             
“Kevin,” she argued gently, “the temper is fairly sending up fireworks around you.”  She pulled away from his restraining hand and stood, grabbing the handle of her supply bin.

             
“I’m not mad at
you
,” he insisted.  “I’m mad at the idiot people in this town.  How can they watch you with those kids and still treat you like you’ve got something contagious?”  He shook his head and stood, taking the handle from her and beginning to walk with her toward the sidewalk.  “I’m mad at myself, too.  I didn’t treat you any better.”

             
“You know what,” she said, following him quickly, still a little befuddled by the situation.  “Don’t worry about how other people treat me.  I’m used to it and, honestly, I prefer for most people to keep their distance.”

             
He sent her a questioning look.  If she hadn’t known better, if he hadn’t been so mouthwateringly gorgeous and self-assured, she might have thought there was some insecurity in those moody eyes.

             
“No,” she assured him wryly, “for some reason I don’t want you to keep your distance.  God knows why,” she added with a small smile.  “It’s not like the majority of our time together has been particularly enjoyable.”

             
He smiled back, a devilish quirk of full lips that left her wanting to nibble and suck at his mouth.

             
“You gotta admit, though, when it was enjoyable, it was really enjoyable.”

Chapter
Three

Even though his truck was parked on a near-by curb,
Kevin insisted on walking her home. The gesture was charming, and so was their conversation along the way.  He seemed genuinely interested in her, asking about her students and her art.  She, in turn, told him about her mural of The Great Fire. And under all that charming conversation, a current of physical attraction crackled like fire.

The ten minute walk went by way to
o quickly, and Jo found herself not wanting their time together to end.

The truth was
, she was aching with to touch him again, to feel his pleasure wash over her in waves.  She was no virgin, but her gift made it virtually impossible for Jo to take a casual lover.  But the combustible chemistry she shared with Kevin made it impossible for her to end their time together so soon.

It didn’t hurt that he was studying her through glinting blue eyes that all but broadcast his intent to have her.  His determination and arousal seemed to float on the surface of his skin.

When they reached her apartment at the top of the staircase she turned to face him. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks.

“Would you like to come in for some lunch?”

He broke out in a smile so gorgeous it nearly brought her to her knees. “Thank God you asked,” he laughed, “I was afraid I was going to have to camp out on the stairs until you invited me in.”

She hadn’t really expected him to refuse, but Jo still felt a rush of relief as she turned and fumbled to unlock the door without dropping the keys. 
Jo turned back and managed to unlock the door without dropping the keys. He was right behind her as she stepped through the door, and when she turned to speak he stopped her by simply putting his hands on her shoulders, easing her against the closed door, and taking her lips with his. 

It was a brief, questioning kiss, and it sucked the breath from her lungs.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you on that damn lawn,” he whispered, bending down catching her lower lip gently between his teeth.  Her breath stuttered and her heart thundered.  He lifted his lips again and slid his hands down her arms until he cupped her fists, which she’d clenched in an unconscious attempt to keep from grabbing on to him and never letting go.

“Is this okay?
” he asked, the words buzzing softly against her lips.  “I’ll stop if you want me to.”  He pressed light, sucking kisses along her jaw line and smiled into her eyes.  “I just really, really hope you don’t want me to.”

“No,” she gasped against his mouth.  “Don’t stop
.”  His eyes flashed, the desire surrounding him sparked to life, and she surrendered with a low moan, lifting her mouth to his.

He took her invitation greedily, sliding his tongue along her lower lip before plunging inside to stroke every inch.
She let him in willingly and greeted every stroke with one of her own.  He moved in on her, blanketing her with the heat of his body.  He smelled so good, like soap and fresh air and the beach.  And he tasted like desire, hot and heady.

She was playing with fire.  She knew it.  And she knew she was bound to get burned. But, God, it had been so long.  And she’d forgotten how fine a kiss could feel. 

Kevin’s hands kneaded down the length of her back until he could cup her behind and squeeze.  That little squeeze tightened things all through her body, and Jo gave a little whimper of reaction as she felt her pussy go wet and soft.  He used his grip to pull her closer, dragging her over the unmistakable bulge beneath his fly.  Jo sighed and wriggled closer, anxious to get a whole lot closer. 

His hips arched, thrusting his cock against the soft cushion of her belly. 
Twining  her arms around his neck, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his middle.  His cock surged even harder against her, as if it were trying to burrow through both layers of denim and cotton to get to the wet heat it knew awaited it.

*

“Bed,” he muttered. His lips fixed on the soft flesh of her neck to suck and nibble.

“Straight back
,” she gasped, her long fingers sliding through his shaggy hair, tightening their hold when he caressed her earlobe with sharp nips of his teeth.

Kevin forgot all about finesse and technique as he moved toward Jo’s bedroom.
He forgot about anything but the drive to touch, to taste, to crawl so deep inside this woman that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. 

She’d haunted him all day, the scent of her clinging to him no matter that he’d showered and changed.  The image of her wounded brown eyes had taunted him, making it oh-so
-clear that while the rest of the town might think him a hero, he knew better. 

Kevin wasn’t a sexual novice.  He had a reputation in town as the local Casanova, and he’d earned
it.  He’d been with more than his fair share of beautiful women, some of whom had been creative and talented lovers.  So here was no reason for Joanna Balentine, with her make-up free face and wild, Gypsy hair to sweep him away.  But somehow she did.  One glance, one kiss, and he wanted nothing more than to bathe in the magic that seemed to flow from her lush body, to drown in her sweetness. 

Something about Joanna made him want to be better than he was, to be the man he saw in her eyes.  Yet, somehow at the same time he had the feeling that she knew his deepest secrets and somehow accepted him anyway.  With Joanna, he felt, for once in his life, like he was good enough, strong enough… like he was just finally
enough
.

It would be much too easy to lose himself in her entirely, and somehow that thought wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it should be.

He didn’t stop moving until he felt his knees hit the bed.  She was wrapped around him like a vine, and he’d buried his face in her hair, drawing in the scent of woman and mystery.  He released his hold on her, bending and letting her fall back onto the bed. Reaching down he wrestled impatiently with the fastening of her jeans.  Finally triumphant, he yanked her jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, baring what seemed like miles of creamy, soft legs. His dick was hammering behind his jeans, making coherent thought impossible.  With shaking hands he jerked at his own fly, freeing himself by shoving his jeans and boxers quickly down his hips, to rest on his thighs.


Condom?” he questioned. Fuck, some town Casanova he was, he didn’t even have a damned rubber tucked in his back pocket.
Of course, he hadn’t left the station planning to be buried balls deep in Joanna Balentine.

“Drawer
,” she panted, and he spared a moment to be amused that they both seemed to be reduced to one word sentences, like some sort of cave dwellers.  She pointed to the nightstand, and Kevin wasted no time pulling the drawer open.  Glancing down to dig out a condom, he stopped cold as he took in the contents of the drawer.  After a long moment he let out an amazed whistle.

“My
, oh my, Ms. Balentine. I never took you for such a naughty woman.”

Inside the drawer was amassed a collection of sexual toys that almost made him blush.
Almost.
He plucked out a small vibrator, turning it on and off, enjoying the light buzzing sensation against his skin. He sat down next to her on the bed to inspect the rest of the contents. His cock throbbed with interest as his fingers traveled across several more vibrators and dildos. A small leather paddle, three sets of restraints, all unopened, assorted oils and gels. Shit, she had enough stuff in there to ensure that a man could experience the full gamut of sexual sensation.

She’d moved to her knees behind him, and now
Jo’s arm slid around his stomach causing it to clench and ripple in arousal.


I guess now you really do think I’m a total weirdo.”  There was amusement as well as nerves in her voice.  “Do my toys make you uncomfortable?”

Her heat
surrounded his back, as well as her tension as she waited for his answer.

“No
,” he answered with complete honesty.  “No, they don’t. I’ve played with a few myself, though I have to admit there are a hell of a lot of things here I’ve never seen before.”             

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