Her powerful legs straddled my thigh. Warmth flowed through the thin spandex. X-rated thoughts flooded my brain. Wisps of blonde hair fell across her face and I shifted to brush them back. I tried to recall my list of surefire boner-killers. Nothing would come to mind except Lark’s exquisite scent. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Rosy color dusted Lark’s cheeks and upturned nose. Rock-hard now, my entire body was attuned to the heat between her thighs. Rigor mortis it was not. I could almost taste her breath as she drifted closer. Closer.
