Erotic Influence by Missy Jane Page B

looking her in the eyes. “Annie…oh, Annie.”
    Warmth filled her as he came. Then he collapsed on top of
her and his muscles slowly relaxed. She lowered her legs but kept her arms
around him. She never wanted to let him go, but knew that was a very dangerous
thought. If only she knew what he was thinking.

Chapter Four
     
    He’d died and gone to heaven. That was all Rick knew for
sure when he woke up a short time later. A glance at the blinds proved he
couldn’t have been out long. The shadows hadn’t moved very far. A sound had him
turning his head to see Annie sleeping peacefully beside him. She snored
lightly and a small smile played on her lips. He answered with a grin she
couldn’t see but he couldn’t help. She really was perfect.
    He rolled onto his side to study her further. Her nose had a
small bump in the bridge, and a light spattering of freckles ran onto both
cheeks. Her long eyelashes were a shade darker than the gold of her hair. They
matched her thin brows. He wondered if she had her brows waxed but doubted it.
If Annie indulged in any feminine luxuries it didn’t show. Her short nails were
roughly cut and unpolished. He’d spied gloss or balm on her lips, but no real
makeup. Everything about her was natural and refreshing. Wes’ camera was going
to love her.
    As if she felt his scrutiny, she stirred and rolled onto her
back. The blanket slipped off her breasts and a shaft of light illuminated one
nipple. Rick couldn’t possibly resist that type of invitation. He rubbed his
lips over it softly before pulling it into his mouth.
    “Mmm…Rick?”
    “Yeah?”
    She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. A thrill
went through him that there was no more hesitation on her part. He wanted her
to touch him always.
    “What time is it?” she asked.
    Though he hated to do it, he broke contact and sat up. A
quick rummage in his jeans found his phone. “It’s just after four.”
    “Hmm.”
    She stretched and he turned back to enjoy the view. Then her
stomach growled loudly. “Oh my god.”
    He chuckled as she rolled into the fetal position, covering
her midsection with both hands as if to silence it.
    “I guess you’re hungry?”
    “Um…”
    “I’d be more than happy to make you dinner.”
    The look on her face said clearly she wanted to take him up
on his offer. But she rolled off the bed and started getting dressed without
answering.
    “Annie?”
    As soon as she was covered by a shirt and jeans she faced
him again. “I really shouldn’t. My dad might get home before we’re done.”
    “We’ve got over an hour.”
    “Yeah, but…”
    He sighed as she scrambled for an excuse. Though he knew it
wasn’t her fault, frustration filled him. He grabbed his briefs and jeans and
pulled them on without another word. She watched him silently as he finished
dressing. Once his shirt was on he found his phone and wallet and shoved them back
into his pockets. Then he finally faced her again. She’d paled and her eyes
were moist. Concern had him closing the distance to her in two quick steps.
“Annie?”
    “Please don’t be angry with me.”
    He cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
She immediately relaxed against him and he put an arm around her waist. “I’m
not mad.”
    She lifted one brow in a classic look of disbelief.
    “Maybe a little disappointed,” he admitted. “But not angry.
I promise.”
    She nodded and lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I have to be
here when Dad gets home.”
    “I know.”
    And because he really did understand he fought the urge to
sigh impatiently. Instead he kissed her again then released her to put on his
shoes.
    “Maybe…maybe tomorrow?”
    The lack of conviction in her voice didn’t instill
confidence. It was his turn to lift an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. I can try.”
    He had sat on her bed to don his shoes. Now he rested his
elbows on his knees and looked at her for a moment. She fidgeted under his
scrutiny but held his