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Sweat. Skin. Heat. Rowena felt her body sliding
against the sheets,
and arched against the body above hers.
A vaguely male moan vibrated against her ear. He thrust
harder into
her body ... “Kevin ...” she murmured involuntarily as her body
took over,
taking advantage of the release she offered it.
The orgasm was short, intense, and desperately needed -- his wasn’t
far behind. When it was over, Rowena turned on her side as he
collapsed
next to her, panting.
When he could speak again, the question he asked was the one she
feared. “Who’s Kevin?”
She tried to play dumb. “What do you mean?”
It was a good thing he was new, Rowena decided ... if he’d known
her longer than three hours, he probably would have called her on it.
As it
was, though, he just shrugged and began collecting his clothing.
He’d
gotten what he wanted, and so had she ... well, she’d gotten half of
what she
wanted. She’d gotten a release for the sexual tension of the
past two days,
but she hadn’t gotten Kevin off her mind.
She’d driven home to Raleigh almost immediately after escaping
Kevin the night before. Sleep had been a long time coming when
she
finally collapsed in her own bed ... his voice, his lips, his body
had been so
firmly imprinted on her mind. He’d stayed with her throughout
the day ...
finally, that night, she’d marched into the Indigo, determined to find
someone willing to give her a good fuck. Her eventual choice
-- Andrew?
Adam? It began with an ‘A’, anyway -- had been loud and full
of
machismo. He was the easiest choice.
When her partner -- damn, was she becoming such a whore that she
couldn’t even remember the names of the men she had sex with ten minutes
after they were done? -- left the loft, Rowena got out of bed and put
on a
robe. There was a pile of paperwork sitting on the living room
table ...
maybe immersing herself in details would help her forget. She
doubted it,
though.
***
Kevin sat inside the guesthouse and eavesdropped on Nick and one
of the Montenegro twins -- Catrina, he guessed. Nick was trying
to get rid
of her, but she wasn’t taking the hint. Kevin almost felt sorry
for her.
However, he was too busy feeling sorry for himself to waste much
sympathy on the teenager. A visit to the main house that day
had told him
that Rowena was gone. She was becoming the queen of mixed signals
... he
was sure she’d wanted him the night they danced, but by the next morning,
she was as cold and professional as could be. Then, she’d warmed
up
enough to kiss him, but she’d disappeared before anything else could
happen. It was enough to drive a man to drink ... which was why
he had a
bottle of beer in his hand, and another empty bottle beside him.
He downed the remainder of the bottle in his hand and placed it
on
the floor next to him ... and slowly realized someone else was standing
in
the doorway. He looked up -- it was the other twin, Lorraine.
She wasn’t
looking at him ... her attention was focused on the wall to the porch,
where
Nick and Catrina were arguing. She was eavesdropping, too.
“Hi there,” he said, smiling.
She jumped. “Oh, god, I didn’t see you there! I’m
so sorry!” Her
blush was visible, even in the dusky light.
“That’s okay ... what are you doing?” he asked innocently.
She blushed even darker. “Nothing ... just ...”
“Listening,” he finished, chuckling.
“No! That is ... well ... yeah, kind of,” she finished,
chuckling a bit
herself.
Kevin shook his head. “Damn ... what is it about Nicky,
anyway?
Why do all you pretty girls get so bent up over him?”
Lorraine looked at him sharply, then sighed, leaning her head
back
against the door frame. “You know ... two days ago, I could have
come up
with a million reasons for you. Right now, I can’t even think
of one. It’s an
obsession, I guess.” As soon as she said it, her hand went to
her mouth, as
if she couldn’t believe she’d said it aloud, Kevin thought.
“Obsession,” he repeated softly as she escaped the room.
It was a
good explanation ... not for her, her sister, and Nick, but for him.
There
was no logical reason for him to be drinking over a woman he hardly
knew.
He couldn’t count the number of women he’d flirted (or had sex) with
whose names escaped him an hour after they left his sight ... there
was no
reason for Rowena to be any different. But she was. He
was obsessed, and
he was damned if he knew why.
Standing up, Kevin headed for the refrigerator. He hoped
there was
enough beer in there to get him through the night.
