Free Naturally Naughty by Leslie Kelly Page A

him. “As flattering as this is, I don’t think those things are reusable,” she said, biting the corner of her kiss-swollen lip, trying unsuccessfully to hide a grin.
    He gently pulled out of her. What he really wanted to do was grab another condom and go right back in. Make love to her slowly. Erotically. For hours. But this wasn’t the time, place or soft flat surface for slow, sultry sex. Chicago .
    “Any suggestions on where to, uh, dispose of the evidence?”
    “I hadn’t thought of that,” she said with a giggle.
    He chuckled, too. “It’s been a long time since my teenage years in the back seats of cars, when this was a real issue.”
    “Teenage? Tsk, tsk. Don’t tell me you were a bad boy.”
    “Actually, I was the golden boy,” he replied, making no effort to hide his own disgust. “Which is why whenever I dated a girl, we’d have to go out of town if we didn’t want a full report on our activities phoned in to our parents before our 1:00 a.m. curfew.” Not wanting to get into a conversation about his family, he looked around backstage. “Now, I really should…”
    “There.” She nodded toward the workman’s ladder standing in front of the partially drawn curtain. Jack followed her stare, seeing the big trash can standing nearby. Tugging his pants up to his hips, he said, “I’ll be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he walked away.
    By the time he returned, after burying the used condom amid the remains of plastic, paint-speckled drop cloths and food wrappers, she was sitting up on the table, buttoning her blouse.
    “So, wanna go see a movie sometime? I’m sure we could find something to do while we hide in the bathroom to sneak into the second show,” he said with a grin.
    She laughed again, not appearing at all nervous, having no second thoughts or regrets. He liked that, since he felt exactly the same way. Tonight was only the beginning. And he didn’t regret one damn minute of it.
    “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go into a theater again without thinking of this,” she admitted, looking up from her buttoning to fix her brown-eyed stare on him. “I think we definitely made a memory tonight.”
    “Do you like making memories?”
    She nodded. “I guess that’s what my impromptu rock concert was all about. Throughout my childhood I’d wanted to get up on this stage. I always hoped somebody would buy it, forget about showing movies here and get down to business putting on some great plays in which I could be the star.”
    “Hopefully not musicals.”
    She responded with a light punch on his upper arm.
    “I’m kidding,” he said. “So, did that have something to do with why you decided to, uh, go for it with me? Not just a memory—but living out some childhood fantasy?”
    “I don’t know what kind of childhood you had, but I did not spend my third-grade year wanting to be stark naked, having the hottest sex of my life, on the stage of the Rialto.”
    He raised a brow. “Hottest of your life, huh?”
    She looked away to reach for her skirt. “Well, hottest in the past year at least.”
    He crossed his arms. “Admit it. You haven’t had sex in the past year. Have you.”
    Her face flushed. “How could you possibly know?”
    “Let’s call it a lucky guess.”
    “Well, what about you?” she asked as she hopped downfrom the table and slid her feet into her shoes. “Can I hazard a guess and say it’s been a while for you, too?”
    “I guess it was over pretty fast.”
    She laughed, low and sultry. “It was perfect. Exactly the way I needed it. One to blow off steam…”
    “And the next one?”
    She paused. Then, lowering her voice, she said, “I wish there could be a next one.”
    Her honesty did not surprise him. No coyness, no shyness, no flirtation, just fabulous, forthright, honest Kate. No question, she was the most intoxicating woman he’d met in years.
    She bent to hook her sandals, her hair brushing Jack’s naked