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disappeared from sight. I could sense her appraising her surroundings but caught no expectations, only curiosity. My place was far from luxurious, but she didn’t seem to care either way.
    As promised, it didn’t take me long to get ready. A quick shower later, I pulled my brown hair into two side braids and brushed the grime from my teeth. I chose a lavender scented lotion before donning jeans and a button-down light shirt. Over my best matching bra and underwear, of course. My heart raced faster every time I thought about the sexy redhead waiting in the other room. After a short but desperate search for my hiking boots, I found them in the back of the closet, still in good shape. A brief glance in the mirror, a few mumbled words of encouragement, and I emerged ready.
    Billie waited patiently at my kitchen table, sitting backwards on a chair like a cowboy. It showed another side to her than the dancing vixen I met last night. “Sixteen minutes. I like a woman who can walk out her front door in under twenty. Eat up. I’m ready to get out of town.”
    “It would have been fourteen, but I couldn’t find my boots.” I sat across from her at my second-hand table and reached for the offered meal. “Thank you. This was really sweet.” Despite the audience and the lump in my throat from meeting her gaze, I devoured two croissants. The latte was a little on the sweet side, but it perked me right up. I didn’t often splurge on fancy coffee – it seemed like an unnecessary luxury on my wage – and the smooth rich drink was a nice treat over my usual generic brand brew.
    Billie obviously wasn’t one of those women who need to fill the silence. She let me eat in peace, though her eyes didn’t remain on my face the whole time. A tingle passed through me as she checked me out, and the warmth between my legs left no question about how I felt about her roaming eyes. She obviously found me attractive – ok, she thought I was sexy as hell – but I didn’t feel like a piece of meat under her gaze. She liked the whole package and was barely able to contain herself.
    I, on the other hand, kept my eyes away from the more enticing parts of her body. I didn’t trust myself. Something about her held more allure than anyone I’d ever met. The impulse to shove her against the wall and rub her clit until she moaned nearly overwhelmed me. I wanted to touch her so badly my breath deepened. Unsolicited images crossed my mind, images of tying her to my bed and finding out just how much she liked her nipples pinched and where that perfect spot inside of her was. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and feel the squeeze of her thighs as she came.
    Sensing her internal satisfaction, I realized she somehow knew what I was thinking, or at least the general idea if not the details. Turnabout is not fair. Pushing the erotic thoughts away from the forefront of my mind, I popped the last piece of croissant into my mouth.
    Breakfast over and down to the business of hiking necessities, I grabbed my jacket and a few granola bars out of the cupboard. “I don’t have any bottled water, and I lost my canteen last year. Could we stop somewhere and I’ll get a few things?”
    She swiveled out of her chair and placed it neatly under the table, her dancer’s grace emerging. “All taken care of.”
    “What about lunch?”
    She repeated with an adorable twitch of her nose. “All taken care of. But there’s something I want.” The tone of her voice deepened and she moved toward me, her muscular hips giving her a predatory look. My heart raced. She didn’t give me a chance to respond verbally, but my body said it all.
    She reached a hand around to the small of my back, pulling me towards her. The other hand fingered my neck below my ear, and an electrical sensation crossed my skin wherever she touched. Last night had been a teaser, I decided. This kiss blew me away. Automatically, I tilted my hips into her while my hands brushed over her sides. My