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a Tumblr account dedicated to Wolfe. It hadn’t been updated in almost a year, but the concert photos were amazing. Sexy charisma oozed from every shot. The lighting cast him in a celestial illumination. The shirtless shots were drool-worthy. His sculpted chest completed the perfection. If he wasn’t shirtless, he wore sleeveless T-shirts to show off those tattooed arms. With his legs spread wide and the guitar hung low across his crotch, he played it with a passionate intensity that had her heart lurching in yearning.
    Next stop—YouTube. For the next half hour she watched videos. Not just the official ones, but the fan-shot live concert footage and a couple of interviews, too.
    Kerri pushed back her chair. What in hell do I do? By his own admission, he would be staying with his parents a few weeks, then probably return to his downtown Toronto condo. The kiss proved sparks existed between them. If they kept it up, it would lead to sex, and fairly fast.
    Maybe a meaningless summer fling would be the distraction she needed. Why not a rock star? Central casting could not have conjured up a more worthy candidate for the part of a male, hunky bedmate.
    So he liked a little flesh on his women. She fit the bill. In spades. Only an addle-pated fool would walk away from this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She thought of the memories they’d make, ones she would no doubt treasure. They would be fuel for her fantasies for the decades ahead. Kerri had no illusions she would fall in love and marry. Once a woman hit her mid-thirties, she was pretty much out of the game, or so some lame-ass poll said in Time magazine.
    If the opportunity presented itself, she would not deny the rock star. Sex and lots of it. Kerri’s entire body vibrated with anticipation.
    One short-term, hot affair, coming up.

 
     
     
Chapter Five
     
     
    So much for a walk today .
    A distant rumble of thunder boomed across the horizon. The rain fell in torrents from the gray, cloudy sky. Wolfe stood on Kerri’s veranda, the hood up on his sweatshirt. He could have called and canceled, but realized he didn’t have her cell number. Cold, stinging rain lashed his cheeks as he waited for her to answer.
    She opened the door and a gust of rain-laden wind caught her square in the face. She gasped and then began to laugh. The light, feminine sound cracked through the barrier around his heart. It was if the clouds had parted and the sun shone down on them both. Jesus, where had that romantic drivel come from? If it had happened to Janice, she would have screamed and railed on and on about getting wet. Kerri laughed. A sharp difference, and a welcome one.
    She stepped back, allowing him to enter. After closing the door, Wolfe bracketed her face with his hands and swiped the cold moisture away from her flushed cheeks. As he lay gentle kisses where the rain had been, he heard a soft moan escape her parted lips.
    The slight hold he had on his control slipped away. Capturing the moan with his mouth, he kissed her with hunger he had not known existed within him. The cold, clinging dampness of his clothes dissipated as the heat level grew between them. He backed her against the wall and let his hands explore her ample curves, her generous tits, and her shapely ass. He clasped the fleshy globes of her rear and brought her tight against his stiff cock. Rotating his hips, he let her feel everything that pulsed and vibrated through his entire body.
    For the first time in months, he felt alive. Potent. Emotions he had not had in ages, and a few he could not identify, rocked him hard.
    The depth of her response ramped up his desire even more. Kerri rubbed against him, her breath hitching in short gasps in between the desperate kisses.
    He pulled back and then cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples into hard peaks.
    “Is it terrible I brought condoms?” he whispered.
    “Oh, God. No. Not terrible. I like a man who plans for every contingency.”
    Laughing, he leaned