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she bolted straight over to it.

    “Hayley?” it was Ben’s voice. She opened the door. He was soaked. His hair was sopping and his beard glistened with water.. He looked so fantastic that Hayley just stared at him for a moment.

    He said, “Er… may I come in please, Hayley?”

    “Oh, I’m such an idiot.” She was flustered, “Come in, quickly.” She pulled the door wide open and stood aside, transfixed by the way that his wet jeans clung to his massive thighs and his gorgeous ass.

    “We should get you dry.” She handed him the towel. His eyes opened wide as he said:

    “Thank you, Hayley.” His tongue dragged across his lips and he stood, mesmerized. His gaze didn’t move off her body as he absently lifted the towel to his head. That was when Hayley realized she was only wearing her low-cut, lacy black push-up bra and her little plaid skirt.

    Even the bra seemed too much as her big breasts heaved. Her nipples hardened and the fabric felt scratchy as Ben’s eyes feasted on her curves. Reflexively she pulled her arms across her chest, although it seemed silly now.

    In the front of his taut, wet blue jeans, Ben rose and swelled to greet her. He was swelling a lot . She thought that his jeans must be getting way too tight. She should get them off him. Her heart beat faster.

    There was a tapping at the widow, but she could pay it no mind. Were there two bears peering in now? That was the message from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t think of dragging her gaze off Ben’s big, hot, wet bod in front of her.

    She should pull herself together. Easier said than done , she thought, when there’s a great big bear outside and a huge, beautiful man hardening up inside, and the rain’s beating on the roof and the windows, and… Her hips tilted and she felt hot and wet in her panties. Maybe I should slip them off , she thought.

    Hayley! she told herself, Stop it this instant . Oh, now she sounded like her momma. Her knees trembled. Half of her wanted to cover herself properly and act like a sensible, grown up woman.

    The other half of her wanted to pour herself all over Ben. To run and drip and gush on him like the rain. To fill all of his crevices with her. To have him fill her up. With him.

    And she couldn’t tell which half was which. She ignored the scraping sound at the door.

    His voice was thick and low, “Hayley, I think you’d better have this back.” He held out the towel.

    “But you need it to dry off. When we get you out of that soaking wet shirt.” She mouth was dry and she licked her lips. “The shirt that’s clinging to your great pecs. And your poor jeans. They look like they’re going to burst any second.”

    But he had told her to take the towel. As he held it out, she reached for it. Now her breasts were uncovered again. As she pulled the towel, he didn’t let go of it.

    Ben remained still. He was strong, so when Hayley pulled, she pulled herself toward him. She could see him having to tear his eyes from her rising breasts. And they were drawn as powerfully to him.

    From the very tips she felt the yearning to press against his wool shirt. His wet wool shirt with his hot, hard body inside it. She pulled the towel up to cover her chest. He was still holding it. His fingers were bunched around the towel, between her breasts.

    From the pit of her stomach, a charge pulsed all the way down to her panties. His full lips parted. She could taste his breath. Drops of water ran sluggishly down the sides of his face. His eyes smoldered.

    Her face tipped to one side and her lips parted. He said, “Hayley…”

    She stretched up toward him.

    He said, “Hayley, I have to talk to you.” Her eyelids fluttered. Her stomach shook.

    She said, “Now?”

    He said, “Now,” but she jumped in between his arms to wrap her legs around him. Her lips fastened on his. She pressed her breasts against his hard, wet chest. His hot breath inflamed her. Her heat sought his as her hips ground