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backpedalled and then slammed the door.
    “Sorry,” he called through the door.
    I chuckled, grabbed what I needed from the bathroom, and stuck them on top of my clothes. My roommate was outside waiting to get in as I exited. Sandi’s embarrassment still colored his cheeks. I walked into my room and swore when I saw the clock. It was five past seven.
    “I hate being late.”
    “I don’t mind waiting.”
    Keaton emerged from the darkness. Seeing him took my breath away. He was dressed in fitted black pants that weren’t too tight, but showed off enough of his body I could appreciate it. His shirt was dark purple with a black tie. The darkness receded when he fully stepped away from it. I almost thought to ask him how he got in here, but I already knew the answer. He had cocooned himself in shadow and slipped in.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “We have a date, don’t we? Unless you don’t want to go out?”
    I looked down, feeling how very naked I was underneath the towel. “No, I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised to find you in here. That’s all.”
    He spread out his arms and then bowed his head. “I couldn’t wait to see you. I didn’t want you to think that I’d be late. And here I see that you aren’t ready yet. Tsk, tsk.” He wagged his finger at me.
    “I had to work late and then the trains were running behind. I was trying to get ready as fast as I could. I can stand here dripping and talk to you or you can turn around and let me get dressed.”
    Keaton stepped forward and traced my collarbone. Tiny shivers gripped me and raised the hairs on my body. He ran his fingers along the top of my towel, over the swells of my breasts. It left trails of fire along my flesh. “What if I don’t want you to? Isn’t this the end result of what we’re heading toward?” He walked around me and pulled my hair to the side. Those luscious lips of his settled on my throat.
    I groaned and leaned back against him. My head lolled against his chest, exposing more of my throat. The pleasure of his touch shot straight down to my clit. His lips trailed over my flesh. I slipped my arm around his neck while he kissed me. Keaton’s other hand enclosed my waist and inched up my towel around my upper thigh. He stopped only after a few inches from my pussy. I ground against him, feeling his growing erection. The lust that gripped me wasn’t as bad as it had been the night before.
    “Your blood was sweeter than any wine I’ve ever tasted. If I die tomorrow, the ecstasy I’ve known from your touch will bring me to Heaven.”
    “You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
    “You’re not a girl. You’re a woman. My woman.”
    “I’m not yours. This was supposed to be our first date, remember? I don’t normally sleep with a man on the first date.” I guided him from my throat and claimed his mouth with my own.
    He kissed me hungrily while one of his hands snuck under my arm and cupped my breast through the towel. The fabric was losing its hold on my body and soon it would slip to the floor. Keaton slid his tongue along my lips and then met mine with wet, languishing caresses. He pushed his hips into my ass until I ground along his covered cock. My stomach rumbled. Emptiness started to spread in my belly. The fuzziness of hunger wound through my head.
    “You’re hungry.” He nuzzled my neck.
    “Yeah. I didn’t have time to eat lunch at work.”
    He sighed and gave me one last kiss on the cheek. “Then we have to get you to dinner. I’ll leave you to get dressed.”
    Keaton stepped away, leaving the cool air to blast against my back. I trembled from the unspent desire. Now I could think straight again. Drawing in a deep breath, I quickly dressed in a black dress I hadn’t worn in months. It still fit, which made me happy. I threw on a silver chain that hung between my breasts. Thank God I had shaved the night before. The bruise on my neck was disguised by makeup. My hair would have to dry wavy. I grabbed