Thirteen

"That's some fine mess." Torry said. The soft comforter settled back over them as Torry's warm hand caressed the back of her neck. "I must have done something right yesterday." He kissed her shoulder. "I'd like to see you again tonight. Is that possible?

Andrea turned her head and looked at Torry. "I can't be gone another night."

"When will I see you then," he asked, "Now that I've found you, I can't let you go."

"You could come to my house tonight after you pack up," Andrea offered. "I only live thirty minutes away."

"Wild horses couldn't stop me," he said, gliding his hand slowly over the small of her back. "It may be kind of late, though. Potters are always the last to leave, you know." He raised himself on one elbow and reached to nuzzle her neck.

"Late suppers are nice," Andrea said, becoming aroused.

"You're going to make it hard for me to keep my mind on the show," Torry whispered.

"Good," Andrea said, groaning in pleasure at his touch.

"Good ain't the half of it," Torry said, moving his hand to her hips. "I'd say this is prime all the way."

She felt his open mouth on her shoulder, his tongue playing with her flesh.