The Lonely Wives Club (An Erotic Short Story Collection) by Aurora Cavender Page B

Her own hand slipped down the curve of her chest.
    She opened her
eyes again to see him staring up at her, his eyes hot and encouraging. She
licked her lips and reached behind her, clasping the zipper on the back of her
dress. Taking a deep breath, she turned her back to the window. Her dress,
which already had a low back, had a short zipper, so she moved it down slowly
and methodically so as to not waste the moment. Heat pulsed inside her as she
felt the zipper unlocking its teeth, releasing her. She felt her heart beat
heavily throughout her body, egging her on. Finally, she reached the end of the
zipper. She turned back to the window.
    John's
heavy-lidded eyes were locked on her, the hose clenched tightly in his hand.
His chest rose and fell with an intensity that told her that he too was having
trouble controlling his breath.
    She stepped up to
the window again, holding her dress against her chest. Slipping one strap from
her shoulder, she let it fall down her arm. She swivelled to the other side and
let the other strap fall down too. The only thing keeping her dress on was her
hands which were crossed over her breasts.
    John's eyes
brightened as a grin crossed his face. He nodded, telling her to drop her
dress.
    She cupped her
hands over her breasts, feeling the weight of them. The touch of her fingers
and the look in John's eyes sent warm, tingling waves of delight through her
body, to her core. She was about to lift her hands away.
    But the phone
rang.
    Kitty jumped at
the obnoxious, jarring sound. She spun around, glaring at the phone sitting
next to the bed. Damn thing! It rang again, making her cringe.
    She looked back
down at John. He returned her stare for a moment, but had obviously lost the
fiery look in his eye. He tossed the hose on to the ground and slicked back his
dark, wet hair. The moment was broken.
    The phone rang
again.
    Not this time , she thought.
     
    "I brought
some lemonade," Kitty called from the doorway, a heavy silver tray in
hand.
    John looked up,
wiping the sweat from his brow. Or was it just left over droplets of water?
Letting the shovel fall to the side, he started towards her, keeping his dark
brown eyes on her. "Thank you ma'am," he said, taking a glass from
the tray.
    "Please,"
she said, jutting her hip to the side. "Call me Kitty."
    He turned his head
back, gulping. His Adam's apple pulsed up and down over his tanned,
five-o'clock-shadowed throat. He finished the glass all at once.
    She set the tray
down and sipped from her own drink. "How are things going here?"
    He shrugged.
"Fine, Kitty." He took a step forwards. "Just fine."
    A shiver ran
through her. He stood so close to her, she could reach out and touch him. He
stepped forwards again, towering over her.
    She swallowed
hard, gripping her class tightly, and took another sip. The cool, sweet tang of
lemonade excited her tongue. As she brought the cup from her lips, he reached
up, and closed his hand over hers. Her heart jumped at the sudden contact. She
felt her face flush, and she leaned closer to him.
    He eased the glass
from her hand and titled it to his own lips, emptying her drink in a few gulps.
    She'd never felt
jealous of a glass before.
    When he was
finished, he licked his lips with a pleased "Mmm." His eyes
penetrated hers deeply, making her stomach flip over.
    A powerful, almost
electric energy existed between them, drawing them closer. "I have more in
the kitchen, if you want some." Her voice shook as she spoke. Shuffling
her feet, she moved closer. She was thankful for the glass in her hand or else
that would be shaking too.
    He nodded, leaning
in. Their bodies were almost touching.
    She let out a
heavy breath and forced herself to pull away, turning towards the door. Heat
continued to pulse between them as he followed her back into the house. She
felt his presence directly behind her.
    The door closed
and she felt his hand around her arm. She inhaled sharply as he spun her around
to face him. Before she could so much