The flames on the red and pink tapers drew her eye and the faint scents of cherry and roses filled the air. Hopefully they would set the mood she wanted when Darin arrived. The mood that would finally get him into her bed. They’d been friends since college. Tracy didn’t think she’d been all that subtle about her interest in him, yet somehow he had either not recognized it or had ignored it. The first day they’d met, his hazel eyes and sandy-brown hair had caught her attention. So had his runner’s build and his tendency to wear faded jeans that outlined his ass just right. She’d lusted after him since day one and had spent plenty of time over the years playing with herself while she imagined his hands roaming her body, tweaking her nipples and thrusting into her wet pussy. For six years now she’d confined her interest in him to flirting and private fantasies. She had been too shy to take it further. His in-charge attitude had both drawn and intimidated her, and as badly as she’d wanted him, she had been afraid both of his rejection and of what he would do if he had her.
