Free FOUR PLAY by Myla Jackson Page B

handsome with the sun shining down on his brown hair, making his green eyes lighter.
    Charli's heart flipped several times then settled into a speedy thump. "Connor!"
    He smiled, his brows rising on his tanned forehead. "I thought we'd eat first, but have it your way." He reached for her and pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down over hers.
    Taken completely by surprise, Charli gasped, her mouth opening to Connor's tongue.
    He swept in claiming her with long tender strokes, the kiss deepening until Charli's knees buckled, her hands releasing the sheet to wind around Connor's neck. Umm, he smelled of denim, leather and hay.
    The sides of the sheet slithered down her body, the warm Texas air caressing her backside, along with Connor's rough, firm hands.
    For a moment, Charli wondered if perhaps she still slept and this was all part of the erotic dream she'd been in the throes of when the doorbell had rung. Perhaps she'd projected her dirty little trysts onto her more sedate lunch date with Connor, and the resulting dream had taken a spin for the naughty and completely gratifying.
    When a horn honked, Charli's eyes blinked open to the bright glaring sun shining through the door where she stood, naked as the day she was born, in the arms of a stranger. Add to it the angry glances of Old Lady Thornton driving by in her 1967 Cadillac. The heat of a Texas scorcher rose up Charli's neck and into her cheeks. She stared up at Connor, her eyes widening.
    This was no dream, it was a freakin' nightmare.
    He bent to retrieve the corners of the sheet, wrapping them around her, his gaze on her body, not her face. "My apologies. I guess you didn't mean to lose this." He turned and waved a friendly hand at the old woman who had brought her car to a halt in front of Charli's cottage and was in the process of cranking down the window, her face mottled red.
    "Have you no decency?" the old lady said before the window was halfway down.
    Connor tucked the sheet in at Charli's breasts and hustled her through the door.
    "I take it you're not ready."
    "I'm sorry, I just woke up." Charli fussed with the sheet, her gaze refusing to meet Connor's. "I don't know what got into me."
    "My fault. I caught you by surprise." He kissed the tip of her nose, turned her and slapped her bottom. "Go get ready. I'll just wait here."
    Charli ran for her bedroom, nearly tripping over the yards of sheeting before she could get there. Once inside, she slammed the door and leaned against it, her heart pumping like an old-time locomotive all juiced up with steam. What the hell had just happened?
    "Do you always greet your dates in a sheet, or should I feel honored?" Connor chuckled from the other side of the door.
    "I'm not going to qualify that question with a response." Charli pushed away from the door and scrambled through her dresser for something simple, but not too sexy. After her wanton display of all her assets, she didn't want Connor to think she was that easy.
    She paused with her hand in her underwear drawer, hovering over a lace thong and a pair of granny panties. Then again, if his kiss was anything to go by...yum. Charli snatched the thong and slipped it up over her thighs, sliding the string between her butt cheeks. Her belly clenched. God, with all the sex she'd had lately, she should be tired of it by now. Instead, the more she had the more responsive she became to sensations that turned her on.
    And that kiss...
    She shrugged into a white lacy demi-bra that pushed her breasts up and out, revealing more than the cups covered. Over it, she dragged a thin pink tank top with a low neckline. Shimmying into a pair of worn, frayed cutoffs, she ran a brush through her hair, slapped it up into a loose ponytail and dragged her mascara wand over her lashes, brushed her teeth and called herself ready.
    Not a beauty queen and certainly not the sophisticated goddess in the black dress of the previous night, but their date was for lunch, not a fancy dinner.