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hadn’t changed just collapsed on the bed. He knew it was much later for her than him. The time change played havoc on people. He hoped she wouldn’t be too tired to enjoy the BBQ tomorrow.
    He walked over to the side of the bed, wondering how she would react if he woke her with his kisses. Would she accept them or would she slap the smile off his face?
    His attraction to Lily stunned him. It was strong, holding him completely in its grip. He had never experienced a reaction to a woman like the one he had to her.
    He had felt the deep attraction since the day he met her. She drew him and he felt compelled to see her. He wanted to touch her, run his fingers through her chestnut hair, and taste her full lips. He wanted to know her, all of her.
    She hadn’t shown any interest beyond casual friendship in all the times he saw her. Sometimes, Clay thought she actually avoided him. She couldn’t avoid him now.
    He wondered why. Did she have a reason? Did their age difference matter? It didn’t to him. At twenty-eight, he knew what he wanted, and she lay sleeping on the bed.
    Lily rolled over, flinging her arm above her head, moaning in her sleep. Her hand tugged at the dress caught around her hips.
    Clay couldn’t help himself. He had to ease her discomfort. He gently pulled the gown away from her legs, taking her shoes off. His eyes traveled up and down what he could see of her body.
    He pushed her gown up, grinning as he felt the thigh-hi’s she wore. He unclipped the garters, rolling the stockings down her legs. Slowly, so he did not wake her, he turned her over, unzipping the back of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders. He rolled her back over, shimming the gown down her arms and legs, pulling it over her feet, and letting the gown fall to the floor.
    Clay sucked in a deep breath, his eyes trying to skim her bra and slip clad breasts. He wanted to gaze on her skin, but didn’t dare turn a light on. He wondered what her pussy looked like and had to fight the sudden urge to bury his tongue there.
    He squeezed his eyes closed, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t do anything.
    She rolled to her side, shivering in the cool air. Clay smothered a groan pulling the covers down he quickly maneuvered her beneath them. Her dark hair spread across the pillow teasing him. He ran his fingers through her loose hair then pulled the covers up to her chin, taking a step away before he did something stupid. He turned, leaving the room closing the door behind him.
    Clay grabbed a beer from the bar pacing in front of the window chugging it. It was late and he had to be up early, walking into his room he laid down. His mind still firmly focused on the half-naked woman sleeping in the next
    He glanced at the clock. Already 4 a.m. and he couldn’t sleep. Without thinking of the why’s or what for’s he left his room, entering hers. She was lying curled in the center of the bed, her breathing even and Clay quietly pulled the covers down climbing in the bed next to her.
    He cuddled up to her back, gently pulling her into his arms, her head beneath his chin.
    Lily stirred, sliding her leg against his. He automatically opened his legs for hers. He hoped she wouldn’t wake, so he could continue to hold her in his arms, if only for one night. He felt her body ease, placed a kiss on her head, closing his eyes. He wondered what would happen if she woke before him.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Clay woke up with a raging hard-on as Lily lay curled along his side with one leg over his, her hand on his chest and head on his shoulder. She was sleeping, peacefully. He could not say the same.
    He squeezed his eyes closed. He wanted to roll her over, strip her panties off, and bury himself so deep inside of her he would never find himself again.
    He tensed as her fingers moved upon his chest. Looking over at the clock, he saw it was only 7 a.m. They had a few hours yet before they had to