New city. New job. New Condo. Spinning in a circle, taking in my new digs, I could hardly believe I was embarking on a whole new life.
But I needed a change. After I'd found my fiancé in bed with my best friend, going at it like cats in heat, I couldn't stand the idea of spending even one more night in our apartment. So naturally, I jumped at the chance to start over in warm, sunny Texas, leaving snowy Michigan behind, along with that lying cheating bastard who'd so callously broken my heart.
It was so hot this year on the outskirts of Brownsville, even at Christmas, that I decided to leave the wall of retractable windows wide open in my bedroom, while I looked for places to store all my stuff.
I know I could have put on the air-conditioner, but I wanted to air the place out, especially since I had someone coming over to add a fresh coat of paint to the walls. The condo was only ten years old, so thankfully all it really needed was a little freshening up.
When I woke up this morning, it was already so hot by 7:30, that after I'd had a cool shower, I hated the idea of putting clothes on. Opting for just a little white tube top that barely covered my perky 34C's, along with my tiniest pair of clingy yoga shorts, I twisted my long blonde hair up in a messy bun to keep it off my neck. At least I could feel the warm breeze on my skin while I sorted through my things, while hunting for my Christmas decorations.
I smiled, relieved as I pulled my tiny Christmas tree intact out of a moving box, along with a small case of miniature ornaments. I thought it would make the place feel a little homier, if I went to the trouble of decorating for the season, even if it would only be for me.
While I was in the mood, I put a tray of cookies in the oven and stopped unpacking long enough to do a little decorating.
After setting my little tree up on a table in my living room and turning on the fairy lights, I decided it would have to do for now, until I could go out and find a few more things to try and make the place look a little more festive.
I took a break and poured some coffee to see how the gingerbread men turned out, and I thought as I sampled a second warm, spicy treat that were nearly as good as my mom's.
Back at it in my bedroom, I was opening a box of shoes, trying to decide if I should keep them all, or find somewhere to donate the ones I rarely wore, when I heard a knock on the door, and knew it had to be Taz, the painter. He'd come highly recommended from two girls at the hospital where I worked. The way they'd gushed about him, I didn't even bother asking for references, assuming he'd be good at his job.
But when I opened the door, I swear my jaw almost hit the floor. Good god, he had bad boy written all over him. Dirty-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail, just a hint of sexy beard scruff, sun-bronzed skin, startlingly pale blue eyes, along with a devilish smirk planted on his lips and even a small silver hoop earring in his ear, had him looking a bit like a pirate. He had to be the sexiest man I'd ever encountered. Instantly aroused, I could feel a shiver race through me as my nipples began to pebble. Dropping my gaze, my pussy really began to clench as I took in his well-worn, body-hugging jeans, that did nothing to hide his pretty substantial looking package.
Clad in just a skin tight white tank top, that really showed off his muscles, as my eyes wandered their way back up his body, and I began to study the intricately designed tats covering his perfectly muscled arms, Taz made me jump when he finally cleared his throat to get my attention.
I could tell from the way his lips were twitching that he was trying his best not to laugh, as I wondered if every woman he met, reacted to him like this, practically drooling, while forgetting why I'd even asked him to come over.
Oh, right. He was here to paint my condo.
Belatedly, I realized he had his hand extended. I could feel my cheeks burning as I reached out and accepted his firm grip. Still smirking, he introduced himself, "You must be Cadence, I'm Taz."
I imagined Taz had to be short for Tasmanian devil, considering the naughty glint in his eye and the hint of a sexy Australian accent that only made him that much more enticing.
All I knew, was this guy was the polar opposite of my ex- fiancé Donny. Who never had a hair out of place, and felt underdressed if he wasn't wearing a button-down shirt and tie with his shoes polished enough to see his reflection.
When I finally remembered my manners, and held the door open for him to come in, I told him as he stepped inside, "Actually my friends all call me Cady."
He winked. "Cady, it is then."
I showed him around and explained what I wanted done. The last owner was really into dark colors, which made the place look kind of drab. But I wanted everything light and airy and Taz agreed, taking notes as we walked around the kitchen and living area, ending our tour in the master bedroom.
"I'm still looking for places to put everything," I explained, nodding at the pile of boxes stacked around the room.
Taz was too busy smiling at the big open wall of windows to notice. "Not sure if you knew, but this condo complex has got quite a reputation," he mentioned, as he turned his attention back onto me, letting his gaze slide over me like a physical caress.
After I managed to catch my breath, I asked, "What kind of reputation?" I just hoped it actually was a safe place to live, since I'd told the real estate agent being on my own, I was looking for somewhere where I wouldn't have to worry about coming home alone at night.
Taz shook his head and smiled. "Actually, it's quite safe, from what I've heard. The neighbors keep an eye on each other. But a lot of the residents here enjoy, I guess what you'd call, a pretty adventurous life style."
"Adventurous?"
Nodding his head, his heated gaze settled on my breasts. I could feel my nipples growing even harder, just from the look in his eyes as he practically stripped me bare with his gaze. I knew there was no way he could miss how aroused he'd gotten me, since he had my nipples nearly poking through my top.
I shivered as he stepped a little closer and whispered against my ear, "Sex is pretty free here, especially since no one bothers to cover up when they go in for a swim."
Wow! I had no idea. If possible, my nipples grew even harder and my poor deprived pussy was nearly soaking through my shorts while I wondered what this bad boy would look like out of
his
clothes. Preferably, while hovering over me, ready to make me see stars.
Dropping my gaze, I licked my lips when I realized I wasn't the only one aroused. From what I could tell, he looked as hard as a freaking brick, and nearly as thick and long.
It felt like ages since I'd had sex, since Donny had kind of gone cold, long before I discovered that he'd been banging my friend.
Still, the little voice of reason in my head was chiding me,
'You cannot get it on with your painter, a man you barely know.'
But my needy body was screaming at me to ignore that stupid little voice and just go for it. Normally, I'd never dream of doing anything so rash. I'd always played by the rules and did the right thing. But considering it was the norm around here, and doing the right thing hadn't exactly worked out with Donny, considering he'd cheated on me with my bestie. I decided a little walk on the wild side might be just what I needed.
Breaking into my thoughts, still wearing that suggestive smirk, Taz said, "I think I'll start moving the furniture away from the walls, so I can see what needs painting."
I just nodded and decided I'd better help out and start moving some of the boxes, instead of fantasizing about seeing him strip out of his clothes.
I was struggling to reach up to the top shelf in my walk-in closet, to put away a box of my winter gear, that I knew I wouldn't need. But it was too heavy to push onto the shelf, even standing on my tip toes. And as I looked up at it teetering on the edge, I was afraid it was going to fall on my head.
But then I felt Taz come up behind me. Right behind me. I could feel his erection sliding against my ass as he relieved me of the box. "Here, let me put that away for you," he murmured against my ear, sending a delectable little shiver all the way down my spine.
Once he'd pushed the box onto the shelf, and I knew it wasn't going to fall, relieved, I sagged against him. I guess to keep me steady, he slipped his arm around me. "You, okay?" he breathed against my ear, with his big hard body still pressed against my back.
I nodded, and turned my head to look up at him. He was so close, I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips and his arm felt so strong and warm wrapped around me, that I parted my lips and moaned as he leaned in, gently touched his lips to mine and kissed me.
I knew it was crazy to be kissing a man that I barely knew, especially so soon after we'd met, but I needed this so badly, that I just gave in.
Aroused beyond belief, I shamelessly wiggled my butt against his fly, loving the feeling of his rock-hard shaft pressed up against my ass as he slid his tongue between my lips and deepened the kiss. As his other hand slowly slid down over my body, I whimpered against his lips as he began to stroke my needy pussy through the thin fabric of my shorts.
"You're so wet, you're soaking my fingers right through your clothes," he whispered as he slid his hand into the front of my shorts. "Oh, yeah, your drenched," he confirmed as he slipped a finger inside me.
Oooh, I needed this so badly, I was nearly humping his hand, and ready to beg him to just take me already.
"Tell me what you need, Cady," he murmured against my ear, sliding his finger in and out of me, getting me so juicy, I was nearly dripping down my thighs.
"I need..." Oh, I couldn't say it. I couldn't tell him that I wanted him to take me hard and fast, till he had me screaming his name.
