Just Can't Get Enough by Cheris Hodges Page A

don’t recall.” He knew what he’d done, but he had to, since all of the boys in the neighborhood would’ve given him hell if he’d let Celina cross that finish line first.
    Celina hit him in the chest. “You pushed me into old man Johnson’s ditch and I cut my arm on a broken beer bottle. It took thirteen stitches to close this up, plus I had to wear a sling on my arm for two weeks in the heat of the summer,” she said.
    â€œAnd I got the spanking of my life,” Darius said, incredulously. “I’ll say we’re even.”
    Celina hit him again, harder. “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? I went to school that fall with two-toned arms.”
    Darius pulled her into his arms and held her close to him. “What can I do to make it up to you?” He gently stroked her forearm, feeling her body shiver underneath his touch. He knew he was casting a sensual spell on her and he had her at a disadvantage. She was standing before him barefoot in a ripped gown, stripped of her trendy clothes and city attitude. It took every ounce of self control in him not to tear the gown from her body and take her right there on the floor. How many women could look that sexy in a ripped frock? Her breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled her closer to his body. When he saw the flush on her face, Darius knew she felt his arousal through his shorts.
    â€œDarius,” she whispered. Her voice was a husky whisper. His reply was a tantric kiss on her lips that made her putty in his arms as he scooped her up.
    Celina pushed against his chest, separating their lips. “This is so wrong. Please put me down.”
    Darius did as she asked, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”
    Celina straightened her torn gown as much as she could. “Look, we’re both adults here, so I’m going to be blunt. I don’t want a relationship. No promises of forever and happily ever after, just today and the here and now.”
    â€œIs that what you really want?”
    â€œYes,” she said, “Just sex. And when, where, and how will be my choice. Good night, Darius.”
    Speechless, Darius watched Celina saunter out the door. No woman had ever been so blunt about sex. He was intrigued. Just what are your terms, Ms. Hart? Part of him wanted to follow her next door and find out what those terms were and when she planned to name the time and place. Instead, he decided to let things simmer, temporarily at least.
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    When Celina entered her bedroom, she pulled her ripped gown off and plopped down on the bed. What had gotten into her? She couldn’t believe that she had said those things to Darius about having sex with him. Celina was so tempted to let him take her into his bedroom and have his way with her. The way he kissed, she knew that he would handle her body like no one else had. Closing her eyes, she imagined Darius ripping her already torn gown off and kissing her breasts until her nipples hardened against his lips. And with one hand between her thighs, he’d stroke her womanly center to near climax because it’s been so long since she’d been touched and stroked there.
    Lost in her fantasy, Celina didn’t realized it was her own hand bringing her pleasure until she called out Darius’s name and opened her eyes. Rising from the bed, Celina grabbed her robe, wrapped it around her body and headed into the bathroom to take a long cold shower. But she knew there was only one thing that was going to calm the fire raging inside her and that was Darius McRae.
    But Celina wasn’t really in the market for a fling. She had to make sure her father got the care that he needed to begin fighting his cancer. Still, Darius was a temptation that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist. Closing her eyes, she imagined his hands roaming her body and making every nerve come alive with