Black Girls and Bad Boys: Stealing Loretta by Neneh J. Gordon Page A

hips to the rhythm
of the music. Looking into her eyes, he danced closer. He finished his drink
and threw the can on the floor.
    Now she’d got going, it was clear she
really knew how to move. She looked at him alone, dancing just for him. He
couldn’t tear his eyes away. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
    Loretta swayed from side to side, raising
her arms to beckon him closer. He walked over to her, placing his hands on her
hips. He could feel the straps of her g-string standing out against her dress.
Who was this woman? And why weren’t there more bankers like her?
    Her hands went to his sides, teasing him
through his t-shirt. Moving together, he felt her body brush against his and
the temperature in the room rose by a few more degrees.
    He moved away, conscious of the effect she
was having on him. Having his... excitement come between them wasn’t the way he
intended to start the evening off. He danced around her, keeping enough
distance to let himself cool down.
    But she wasn’t going to let him off that
easy. She backed into him. His hands went to her waist and she ground her ass
into his crotch. There went any chance he had of playing it cool. She must have
been able to feel what was going on in his pants.
    Hell, it was too late now. He pulled her in
close and rubbed up against her. She was sending his libido through the roof.
    The song changed again. Enough was enough.
Still holding her in front of him as camouflage, he walked her across the
dance-floor, out through another door and into the night.
    Maybe the lager had gone to her head, but
feeling Jordan get hard behind her was making Loretta seriously horny. She was
glad when he walked her outside. The heat in the barn was getting too much. She
could only imagine what state her hair was in.
    As soon as they stepped out into the cool
air, he leaned her against the wall and kissed her the way she’d been
fantasising about all evening.
    His hands pinned her shoulders back as his
lips moved over hers. He kissed her hungrily and she opened her mouth to him.
It had been too long since a good-looking man had tasted her.
    The bank robber didn’t count. She didn’t
even know what he looked like.
    She sighed and sank her fingers into his
thick hair. His hard body pressed into her. This was a man who knew how to take
control and she gladly relinquished it. He felt so good it was almost familiar
– like kissing a long lost love. She groaned into his mouth and arched her back
up off the wall. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the sensations he
was waking inside her.
    His hands slid over her dress, moving from
her thighs to her waist to the swell of her breasts. His woody aftershave
seeped into her awareness like a mind-altering drug. She broke off the kiss. It
was too soon. She couldn’t.
    Breathing heavily, she shook her head.
“Will you get me another drink?” More alcohol was the last thing she wanted,
but she couldn’t think of anything else to say.
    He looked down at her, his face flushed
with need, his eyes unfocused. “I won’t be long.” He disappeared back through
the door.
    Loretta slumped against the wall and let
out a long sigh. What was she doing? She separated her hair out with her
fingers, wishing she’d brought the handbag with the mirror in it.
    It wouldn’t take him long to fetch a couple
of bottles. She needed to clear her head before he got back. What she really
wanted was an ice-cold lemonade, but she doubted they had any soft drinks at a
party like this.
    The door opened long enough for some of the
noise to escape. She backed away a couple of steps, but it wasn’t him. Three
girls looked her up and down, then walked off round the back of the barn. She
looked down at her dress. It wasn’t that unfashionable. Was it?
    The door opened again and this time it was
Jordan. “Here.”
    She’d never been so pleased to see a bottle
of water before. It was delightfully cold in her hand. She tore off the lid and
gulped half