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saw him standing in the rain was that I didn’t have any other neighbors for miles. There was no trace of the mystery man next door when we drove up and I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about any traffic. I was far enough off the beaten path that we shouldn’t see anyone.
    “Hand me the umbrella, I’ll keep you from getting wet,” he said.
    “Too late.”
    I wondered how it seemed to be raining only around my house. But as he opened the door wider and reached for me, I didn’t really care if frogs fell from the sky and splattered on the pavement. What I did care about was how warm and real his hand felt as it completely covered mine.
    “Are you a criminal, Oz?”
    He seemed surprised. It was the closest I’d ever come to asking how he got his money.
    “Why do you ask?” he replied smoothly.
    “Because I’ve heard that criminals will fuck you like they might go back to jail tomorrow.”
    He only laughed in response.
    I stood up and saw him slip my keys into his pocket, before either of us could forget that we would need them later. It occurred to me then that I hadn’t seen Oz in two weeks. As I stood there, feeling the heat rising from his body, breathing in his familiar scent, I realized how much I had missed him. How much I had longed to run my fingers through his hair, although I never had. But that didn’t stop me from doing so now and enjoying the way his eyes closed almost involuntarily every time that I touched him.
    Some time over the past two weeks he’d cut his hair. It was always short, but now it was back to being a bit more orderly. Still, there was enough length to fall down over his forehead and the stray hairs I brushed back looked black instead of red. Ozzy looked great wet.
    It occurred to me as I deliberately messed up his hair that neither of us had spoken in several minutes. Not a word. I stood on tiptoe to kiss him but he beat me to it, meeting me halfway.
    I have never in all my life been so aroused. I thought I would be finished before he ever really touched me. I moaned as he pressed the front of his body tight against mine, letting me feel the full extent of his erection pressed against my belly. The kiss that had begun so softly was now a deep, penetrating tangle of lips and teeth and tongue. I began to suck on his lower lip and he completely lost it, moaning as he took me in his arms.
    Faster than I would have thought him capable, he picked me up, slamming me against the car. I growled and wrapped myself around him. I thought this would shock him, but it only seemed to provoke him further.
    He pinned me to the car with his hips as he gracefully shrugged out of his wet shirt. I had never seen him without a shirt before. Ozzy is exactly ten years older than me. That would make him thirty-eight if you were wondering, and he was in damn good shape. I ran my fingers up through the back of his wet hair, pulling hard enough to cause his head to tilt, exposing his throat.
    I began biting gently along his neck, barely controlling the urge to bite harder. The thought of leaving teeth marks briefly crossed my mind, but I decided against it. I’ll be honest, I really don’t remember how my shirt and bra got off. I was wearing only a very wet pair of jeans, chewing on Ozzy’s neck in the darkness like a vampire. What had possessed me?
    I’d always thought he was attractive, but never acted on those feelings before. It was like I had suddenly gone wild. Whatever beast I had managed to keep at bay for so many long years came unleashed as I began to unbuckle his belt. I actually snarled, becoming frustrated with the button on his pants.
    He smiled ever so slightly as he lowered me to the ground, unbuttoning them himself. I ran my hands eagerly into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock.
    “Mmm, silk,” I said.
    I’d never been with a man who wore silk underwear before. He pressed me back against the car again, spreading my arms out like he was searching me for