Before he could react, Allison grabbed one of his chapped hands and slipped it under her shirt to rest over her ribs. Her skin, silky and very warm, caused an instant reaction in Raze, and his cock jumped to attention. Raze wished Allison would put his hand on one of her tits instead. He eyed her straining shirt. Did she have little penny-like areolas or large, pale ones that would stiffen when gently caressed?

Allison smiled as if sensing his thoughts. Slowly, she skated backward, pulling him with her until her back met the concrete, graffiti-covered wall. She also took his other hand and put it under her shirt to rest on the opposite side of her rib cage.

Shocked by her boldness, Raze slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, relishing the warmth and firmness of her body. He’d never had the pleasure of touching boobs as large as Allison’s. He wanted to fondle them but wasn’t sure how far he could go. Maybe I should wait for a signal from her.

"It’s all right to touch them, Raze. I think you’re a really sexy guy." Her clear blue eyes brimmed with interest. "I don’t bite."

"Yeah, but I might." The ache in his groin became more intense.

Allison laughed throatily and pulled him close. "I like you. Take your coat off."

"I’ll freeze!"

"I’ll keep you warm."

He shrugged out of his parka, shivering in the wind. Allison smoothed her hands over his chest and down to his jeans where she unfastened the button. Instantly aroused, Raze wanted her so badly but the voice of reason whispered in his mind. He placed his hands over hers.

"We can’t do it here!" Raze looked at her sharply, his skin already pebbling from the cruel wind. Although the idea of sex in public excited him, the fear of being caught and arrested outweighed everything else. His friends would howl with laughter if he was tossed in jail, and never mind even calling his parents for bail money. He could just imagine his mother’s reaction as she held the phone, her mouth agape, eyes bulging. "Anybody could walk by at any second, even a cop!"

"That’s part of the excitement." Allison chuckled and withdrew his cock from his pants, laughing harder as he gasped at the cold air.

Damn, her laugh is even sexy. He gulped and wrestled with the lust coursing through him. I love her recklessness, but . . .

She rolled her leggings down to the Velcro packs on her ankles and grabbed his hips. Every rational thought that Raze might’ve had exited stage right. She tugged him against her warm cunt. Oh, hell . . .I’m in trouble! She feels soft in all the right places and so fucking warm!
 

With a heavy sigh, Raze removed his wallet from his back pocket and slipped the bills inside it. As he returned the wallet, he caught Don’s intense appraisal. "What?" His friend’s brown eyes glimmered with interest. "You never said why you were short on cash." "I met a girl—" "Aw, jeez," said Don smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "Here it comes." He shut his eyes and waited. When Raze hesitated, Don kept his eyes shut, adding, "And?" "And somehow she got hold of my wallet and cleaned me out." The words nearly choked Raze. Shame continued flowing over his skin, and a light sheen of perspiration broke out over his body. "She ripped you off?" He stood quietly. Don opened his eyes. His eyebrows rose into identical arches. "And you had no idea she’d taken all your dough until she was gone?" He nodded, gulping down a lump of misery. "How the hell did she—?" Don’s eyes widened and he chuckled. "You were fucking her, weren’t you?" "Yeah." A wing-backed chair sat on the opposite side of the desk, and Raze collapsed into it. "I’ve never met anyone like her, Don." He looked up at his friend, who stared back at him with an intrigued expression. "She’s drop-dead gorgeous, built like a brick shit house, funny, bright, and—" "A thief." Don’s smile continued to widen. "That too.” "So do you know how to track her down?" "No." Raze shook his head. "The cell number she gave me is bogus." "Well, dude, I only have one bit of advice." Don rose and walked around the desk where he leaned against it in front of Raze. "It looks like you’ll have to chalk this one up to a lesson learned. Be more careful about who you fuck and keep your damn wallet under lock and key if you have to." Desperation, humiliation, and hopelessness twisted in the center of Raze’s chest. He sat back in the chair and stared out the big window overlooking the apartment building’s courtyard. Beyond the glass pane, Pittsburgh sprawled across the hilly Pennsylvania terrain. "I’ll be damned," said Don, his voice soft. Raze jerked his attention back to his friend. "What is it?" "You’re hooked." He frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Whoever this chick is, you let a new, exciting piece of ass hook you." "Fuck you, Don. I just asked for a loan, not a session with Dr. Love." Laughter burst from his friend. "Raze, you’re the only lady killer I’ve ever known who has shitty luck with women. This time, though," he chuckled harder, "you’ve been bitten by the love bug." "I don’t have time for love," said Raze. Determined to prove Don wrong, he stood and strode to the door. "I’ll prove it. I’ll go hang out, and within an hour, I’ll have a girl on each arm."