She was beside him before he realised she had moved, closer than she’d been all evening. He could scent her, an old lion scenting a lithe young doe.... He grinned suddenly at the trite image. A doe with a kick, he thought. No pushover, this one. “What are you smiling at out there?” “Out there? No. In here.” He turned to face her. She was nearly as tall as he, after all. Damn, the woman kept surprising him. They were practically touching, but she didn’t back away. Well, she wouldn’t, would she, he. . I’m ... I’m not a fricken robot.”I can tell this is going to keep going so I take Jens by the elbow and suggest something that I know she will agree with, “Jens, let Mira and Ira clean up and read. I want to head to our bedroom.”Jens easily follows me, we get inside our bedroom, she begins to take off her clothes and I ask, “What are you doing?”Jen frowns and asks, “You mean you don’t want ... that?”I laugh at Jens and reply, “My love, I almost always want ‘that’, but right now I’m still. " I told him, never said about the fire though."Sam Regis needs a hand down his veterinarian place and I sure could use some help trying to fix some of the crap them Homo's drive hell I even got a MR2 out back." Right" I agreed, "I need someplace to sleep." You got tilt back seats in the Mustang ain't you?" he asked, and well he had a point."I'll tell Sam you're coming." he said and he wandered off.I glanced around his yard, he had a shiny Chevvy 'Vette which I guessed was his and there was. "Harte, you're looking at me funny," she said. "You never looked at me quite that way before."He set her panties down beside him on the bed, still stroking slowly, but his grip on his cock was firmer. "Yes I have," he said. There was a steely resolve in the sound of his voice. "And you know it. You've seen it a thousand times."Sparrow glanced away and peeled the towel off her body. The room was stuffy and close. It stank of rubber and diesel from the street below, but the scent of lavender.