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the door.  It was better that way. I was not very steady at the moment. 
    Creed flipped on a light switch and a black ball of fur streaked across the floor and into the kitchen. 
    “My cat,” I explained needlessly.  “She’s a darling but she doesn’t like strangers.  Don’t go taking it personal.” 
    “I won’t,” Creed shrugged. He tossed my keys onto a badly scarred coffee table that my roommate Stephanie had dragged all the way from New York. 
    He looked at me expectantly and I realized I was at a loss over what to do.  When strangers went home together did they just start humping away as soon as the door shut?  From the look on Creed’s face and the noticeable bulge in his pants I could guess how he wanted things to go from here. 
    “Do you want something to drink?” I asked. 
    He cocked his head.  “What do you have?”
    I thought about it.  “Water.” 
    “I’ll take some of that.” 
    Tap water in Arizona is hideous and tastes like a public wading pool.  I grabbed two glasses and started filling them from the filtered refrigerator line.  I was so intent on watching the water rise that I didn’t hear him come into the room until his arms reached around me, his big hands spreading across the front of my body.   I had to stop and set the glass down or I would have dropped it on the tile. 
    His fingers were pressing, kneading and finally ventured lower to cup the hot crevice between my legs.  When I leaned back into him I realized he’d already removed his shirt.  He was all heat and muscle, so big and broad he enveloped me easily.
    When he took his hands from between my legs I let out a low moan of protest.  Creed turned me around and backed me against the fridge before searching out my mouth.  The heat of his skin was overpowering.  I couldn’t wait to feel more of it.  He teased my lips with his tongue before going in strong. Damn, that boy knew how to kiss.  Creedence kissed in a way that tolerated no argument.  The deliberate slide of his tongue was enough to turn me into something a little less solid than jelly.  Somehow he’d managed to get my dress unzipped without me even feeling it.  He slid the sleeves down and then pulled back a few inches. 
    “Fuck me,” he groaned, staring down at my body.  I’d forgotten that I’d worn the black corset underneath the dress.  It smoothed out the lines and flattered my figure.  Best of all it was driving Creed berserk.  He impatiently pulled the dress the rest of the way down and let it puddle at my feet.  Then he flipped on the kitchen light switch and knelt before me, staring at my body with crazed hunger.  With the light on I could see full well what an absolute work of art he was.  There was a line of black script inked across his upper chest.  I couldn’t read what it said.  I really didn’t care what it said.  I just wanted to run my tongue over every square inch of his skin. 
    Creed’s hands were everywhere as he remained kneeling. His voice was so thick with lust I knew he couldn’t hold it in for much longer. 
    “Shit,” he swore, “I knew you were it as soon as I fucking saw you tonight.” 
    My back was against the cold door of the fridge and I was shivering underneath his hands.  I wanted so badly to see him, to feel him.  Creed’s fingers pushed underneath my panties and entered me smoothly.  It had been so long since I’d been touched and Creed knew exactly what he was doing.  I clenched around his fingers as they moved in and out of my body.  I could barely remain standing.  My head rolled to the side and that’s when I realized we were basically fornicating in a brightly lit kitchen next to a dark window where anyone could be looking in. 
    “Let’s go,” I gasped, trying to move him to my bedroom. 
    But Creed only smiled faintly and stayed where he was.  “When you’re ready.” 
    “I’m ready now,” I moaned.  “You know damn well I’m ready.”   
    Creed took