Free Kisses After Dark by Marie Force Page A

the smock up and over her head, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts.
    Frank knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but damn, she was sexy.
    She tugged at his polo shirt. “Your turn.”
    Frank whipped it up and over his head, hoping she liked what she saw as much as he did. He’d taken care of himself over the years, spending a lot of his free time in the gym, and if her heated gaze was any indication, those hours had paid off. “Your turn.”
    She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, letting them drop to the floor, leaving her wearing only the bra and a matching pair of barely there panties.
    “Why do I feel like you knew this was going to happen when I had no clue?”
    Betsy laughed at his distress. “I like nice underwear. I always have.”
    “I like your nice underwear, too, but I think it would look better on the floor.”
    “Your turn.”
    Holding her challenging gaze, Frank removed his shorts and kicked them out of his way. Standing before her wearing only a pair of boxers that didn’t do much to hide what her striptease had done to him, he reached for her. “I’d be happy to help with the next phase.”
    “By all means.”
    He reached around her to unfasten her bra, pushed the straps off her shoulders and sighed with pleasure as her lush breasts sprang free into his waiting hands. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed her.
    “We’re wasting water,” she reminded him as she very casually divested him of his boxers and then allowed him to remove her panties.
    Frank expected to feel awkward or self-conscious, but all he felt was desire beating through him in a steady thrum that heated his blood as it zipped through his veins. And then she turned toward the shower, showing him her gorgeous ass, and it was all he could do not to drool. How had he managed to attract such an amazing woman?
    This was no time for such questions, he told himself as he followed her into the shower. This was the time to show her what she’d come to mean to him, and he planned to fully enjoy every second of what was about to happen. He’d waited a long, lonely time to feel this way again, and as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, he was grateful for this second chance with her.
    “You feel so good,” he whispered as the warm water beat down upon them.
    “So do you.” She reached for a bottle of shampoo and handed it to him. “Would you like to do the honors?”
    “I’d love to.”
    Betsy turned to face him, wetting her hair under the spray.
    Frank took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her before he got to work shampooing her long dark hair.
    She laid her hands flat against his chest as she leaned forward, giving him access to her hair.
    He took his time, massaging her scalp and spreading the shampoo liberally through the strands.
    “Feels so good,” she said. When he was finished, she rinsed the suds and added conditioner. “My turn.”
    “Am I going to smell all fruity and girly after this?”
    “Possibly.”
    “I’m cool with that.”
    Her laughter took his desire to a whole new level as he bent his head so she could reach his hair. When his hair was washed and rinsed, he found a bottle of citrus-scented body wash and filled his hands and took great pleasure in spreading it all over her soft, warm skin. He gave extra special attention to her breasts, sliding his soapy hands over the nipples that tightened against his palms.
    “Frank…”
    “Hmm?”
    “You’re making me crazy.”
    “Am I?”
    “You know you are!”
    She grabbed the bottle of body wash and returned the favor, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest and then down to his stomach. As her soapy hand encircled his erection, he had to remind himself he wasn’t a boy doing this for the first time. But, damn, she made him feel like an unseasoned virgin.
    “Christ, Betsy,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “Something wrong?”
    “No. For once, everything is just right.”
    She smiled up at him, her