Page 29 of Home Body
“Scarlett Blaze had intrigued me before that. She didn’t fit in. You didn’t fit in. Of course, that was part of your appeal for all those buffoons in there. Your aloofness drove them wildand brought them back. Especially since you never completely stripped. But when I saw you in town, I knew right away you were the dancer and could see why that job was so hard for you. It wasn’t you at all.”
“Huh. And I thought I was doing a good job of hiding my identity. So much for my powers of deception. I’d make a terrible undercover agent.”
They kissed again, and Dalia knew this was going to go too far if she didn’t stop it. Not that he would take advantage of her but that together they would give in to their bodies’ desires. He surprised her by reading her mind.
“We’d better get home,” he said, “before I die wanting to ravish your body. I suppose we should get to know each other’s minds before we decide about our bodies. Although, I confess, my body has already decided.”
“Mine has, too,” she whispered. “But,” she sighed “yes, we have to go.”
She pulled out of the diner parking lot, drove the short distance to the club, and parked in the same dark spot in the back of the building she’d been in before. Mickey Gilley sangBring It on Home to Meon the radio.
She took his hand and said, “Good night, Brody.”
“Good night, Dalia.”
Their eyes never veered away as they came in for a good night kiss. Pressing their bodies together on the broad seat, “good night” flitted away. Brody pulled her over to straddle his lap. He nibbled her neck while caressing her pliant breasts. She ran her hands through his lush hair. They kissed again. She could feel his ample hard-on through their clothes, causing her body to scream its demand for satisfaction.
She had to have Brody inside her. Immediately. She might die if they didn’t make love at that very instant. He tore off his tee shirt. She pulled hers up and ripped it off. Her bare breastson his chest sent them both into a frenzy. He cupped a breast and sucked greedily. She screamed in ecstasy.
Getting everything off took some doing, what with the feverishness of their need for each other. But when flesh met flesh and he slid inside her as easily as if erected for her and her alone, they became lost in one another as surely as if the rest of the world had disintegrated. Only their bodies existed. Only this mattered.
Reaching heights she’d never imagined, for the first time in her twenty-two years Dalia let go and let her body have free rein, granting it’s every wish. Its primary wish was to let Brody have his way with her in any way he wanted. He was more than happy to grant that wish.
Half an hour later, in the post-sex euphoria that was as potent as any drug, they sat side by side, naked and fulfilled. Elvis sangI Can’t Help Falling in Love. Dalia didn’t know if she’d fallen in love but she sure as hell had fallen into lust.
“I need to get home,” she announced as she pulled on her tee shirt and shorts. “Mama will worry if I don’t get there at the usual time. She worries about me out on that remote farm road late at night.”
“Dalia, this has been the best night of my life.” Brody struggled to get his jeans on.
“Mine, too. In the realm of sex, that is. The night my daughter was born? That was spectacular, the highlight of my life. And the day Mamie and Butch took me in. That’s a big one, too, because they saved my life.”
His grin popped out of the collar of his tee shirt as he pulled it over his head. “Well, you’ve had a much more exciting life than I have. I hope this ranked in the top ten.”
“Oh yes. Definitely. Maybe even number three.”
“Wow. I’m honored.”
“And number one in sex, for sure. It’s been five years since I’ve had sex. Not since I got pregnant.”
“What? Are you serious? Men must fall all over themselves to date you.”
“Well, yeah, they sort of do. But I’ve never liked one enough for…” she swished her hand around “…this.”
“Now I’m honored. Humbled even. Dalia, when can we see each other again? I mean, I know that because you’re a mom you can’t run around at will. I don’t want to intrude on that. But I’d love for us to have a proper date.”
She’d never been on a “proper date” and found the premise to be charming. But she wasn’t ready yet to admit to him that she and Rose’s father had never even officially dated. “I’d like that. How about next Friday night, a week from today? It seems like forever away, but I think that would be best.”So I have time to analyze what in hell I’m doing here,she thought.
“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven. We’ll go to a movie. How’s that?”
“That’s perfect. Will you hold my hand in the theater?”
“You bet. I might even get brave and put my arm around your shoulder.”
“Oh-oh. That might lead to a kiss.”
“That’s the plan.”
They shared a gentle goodbye kiss, and he went back to his truck. He followed her on the expressway toward Farmdale, making sure she got there safely. When she turned onto the country road that would take her to the farm, she expected him to turn the other way to go to his place in town. But he followed her down the dark road all the way to her driveway like he had before. She turned in and he pulled in behind her only far enough to back out and turn around. When he waved and drove away, Dalia felt a sense of despair at his leaving.
