Текст книги "The Rub Down"
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Chapter Fourteen
Alexa
Hearing Luke say he didn’t date clients hurt more than I ever imagined it could. Over the weeks spent on his table, feeling his touch all over my body, running with him, getting to know him, feelings for him had developed. I wanted to at least have the option to explore things with him outside of the spa, but with one sentence, my hope of that happening was crushed. He didn’t date clients, so my yearning to feel his hand holding mine, his body pressed against my own, and his lips on mine would remain just that… a yearning.
I avoided him the rest of the night, and enjoyed my time with his sisters and Addison. We were having a blast dancing to the band, and giggling as Elle did the lawn mower, the sprinkler, and then the Q-tip. I loved letting loose, but in the back of my head, Luke’s words kept replaying over and over. “I don’t date my clients. I don’t date my clients.”
All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. Recognizing his cologne, I knew they belonged to Luke, but that wasn’t why I froze. His actions sent mixed signals. I didn’t want him to flirt and dance with me when, at the end of the day, I was a client and nothing more. But I would be lying if I said his arms around me didn’t make me long for more, so when he pleaded with me to talk to him, of course, I went.
I tried not to care about what he had to say, but when he told me he wanted me, little fireworks exploded in my stomach. And then, his mouth met mine. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, did he kiss me. His lips were firm but soft. The way he held me made me feel cherished, like if I moved an inch away from him, it was too far. Cradled so close to his muscular chest, wrapped in his arms, felt better than I dreamed. I had had his hands on me before, but this was so much different.
After the mind-altering lip lock, we returned to the main bar, hand in hand, and moved toward his family and friends. The thought of him kidnapping me sounded perfect. I hoped our excuse to get out of here wasn’t too obvious.
Danny noticed us first. He just shook his head at us, and a proud smile spread across his face. I hadn’t spent much time with him, but he seemed like a great guy and a good friend to Luke. Addison and Elle were right next to him, eyes glued to our laced fingers. Addison nudged Jessica and pointed to us. So much for a smooth, inconspicuous exit.
After everyone but I enjoyed another cocktail, some conversation, and a few raised eyebrows and smiles, Luke declared we were leaving. There was nothing subtle about it. I could only imagine the conversation everyone was going to have after we left.
“We’re leaving, and I’m taking Alexa home with me.” He stood up and grabbed me off my stool. “You ladies parked in the garage across the street?” He directed the question to his sisters.
When they nodded and smirked, he turned and addressed Danny. “Hey, guy, can you take Addison home?” Luke was taking care of my best friend for me, knowing I wouldn’t want her to ride in a cab alone. I also think he was trying to hook his buddy up, which was fine with me.
Danny nodded and sent a wink my way.
“Wow, brother, you’re smooth.” Jess’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Luke shot her a look. The tension between them had been palpable all night, and I had no idea why. I thought Jessica liked me.
We waved goodbye to everyone and walked downstairs into Faneuil Hall, hand in hand.
“Do you feel like walking or cabbing it?” Luke asked as he led me toward State Street.
“Let’s walk. I’ll take a cab home from your place later.” I grabbed his arm to steady myself on the horrible, uneven, brick sidewalk. As much as I was in a rush to go to his place, I was also nervous, and hoped the walk would help calm the butterflies.
“No way. I’ll drive you home when you’re ready. I refuse to ship you off in a taxi. It’s not safe, and my momma taught me better than that.” The look on Luke’s face warmed my heart. His eyes were full of adoration for me that I had refused to look for before, in fear I wouldn’t see it.
The walk to his condo went by quickly, which was nice since the night air still had a bite to it. Luke held me tucked close under his arm the whole way there.
“Do you want to grab a drink at the bar next door at the hotel, or do you want to head up to my place for a glass of wine?” Luke asked once we arrived at his building.
It was late enough that the doorman was off duty, requiring him to buzz the concierge to let us in. Before I could answer, Luke buzzed and held the door open for me to enter. I chuckled since he clearly made the decision to skip drinks at the hotel bar and head up to his unit. With his hand on the small of my back, he led me to the elevators. He pushed the button, calling the lift.
I looked at him. “Thank you for making the choice for me. It was a good one.” My arms slid around his waist, and I took a step closer until my body was flush with his.
He placed his delicious lips on mine, teasing all my senses and making my body crave more of him. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. The doors to the elevator opened just as we broke our too quick connection. Luke dragged me inside with a sense of urgency. Once the doors closed, he grabbed me again, slamming his mouth to mine. Hunger quickly took over as his tongue demanded entry into my mouth. I happily complied as his strong hands splayed across my back and drew me even closer. Our tongues fought for position, trying to taste as much of each other as possible. It was wild and uncontrollable. All the built up sexual tension between us exploded.
All of a sudden, the doors started to open, causing us to break apart. Expecting to step out onto Luke’s level, we were stunned to see we were still on the first floor. In his haste for more contact, Luke forgot to push his number. Annoyed, he punched the button for the thirty-fifth floor, closing the doors again. A pissed look covered his face, and I couldn’t stop myself from breaking into a fit of laughter.
“Guess we got a bit carried away, huh?” I propped my hip on the wall, trying to get a grip on life.
After staring at me for several beats, he gave me a devilish smirk and said, “I’ll show you carried away.”
*****
Luke
The doors opened again, this time on the correct floor. I reached under Alexa’s knees, threw her over my shoulder, and stormed off toward my place.
“Put me down!” she screamed while trying to squirm out of my hold.
When we arrived at the door, I lowered her painfully slow to her feet, dragging her body down mine so every inch touched. My arm wrapped around her tiny waist, holding her close. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Her lips swollen from our kisses. Her eyes sparkled. She had never looked prettier. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and thrust them into the door, wanting out of the hallway as quickly as possible.
However, I needed to slow down and get a grip. If we kept at this pace, I would have her in my bed in mere minutes, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but not what I wanted for the night. A lamp on low in the foyer, and the open shades cast enough light for us to make our way to the living room without ruining the mood with harsh, recessed lights.
“Do you want a glass of wine? I have red and white.”
“I would love a little glass of red, please. I really shouldn’t be drinking at all,” Alexa answered as she headed straight to the windows.
One of the reasons I bought this unit was the amazing view at night. The city lit up against the darkness was awe-inspiring, and set a perfect romantic scene.
I walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of my favorite wine. As I rounded the corner, I came to an immediate halt. Alexa, standing in front of the windows with the lights shining behind her, made the already great view, breathtaking. In awe of her beauty and spirit, I stood there and took her all in. I couldn’t look away.
“You going to stand there watching me like a creeper, or are you going to bring me that glass of wine and enjoy this view with me?” she joked.
Busted. I was so enamored by the view that I forgot she could see me in the reflection of the glass.
“Sorry. You caught me, but damn, you’re so beautiful that I just can’t take my eyes off you.”
Her cheeks flushed as I handed her the wine. She raised the glass to her mouth, trying to hide her embarrassment from my honesty.
“Wow, this wine’s tasty. What is it?”
“Quintessa. It’s a blend of different grapes and my all-time favorite.” I bought a case every year, and only brought it out for special occasions. Having Alexa alone and in my house was definitely one. “Come sit on the couch with me. I want to snuggle up with you.” I reached for her hand, and led her to my favorite spot on the couch. Turning her back to my chest, I nestled her under my arm so we were both staring out the windows. With the push of a button, soft music filled the background.
For a few minutes, we sat in silence, enjoying the warmth of having each other so close. Her body fit right into mine, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle. Her long, blonde hair splayed out over my chest, and I lazily ran my fingers through the ends. It felt right having her here in my house, and more importantly, in my arms.
“What’s your day like tomorrow?” I asked, breaking our silence.
“I need to get up first thing and run.” She took a deep breath and snuggled closer to me. “There’s about a week and a half left, and I need to stay on course.”
“How many miles are you doing tomorrow?”
“I think I’m doing ten. Then I have clients all day.” Her chin lifted, and she peered up at me. “The weather change is coming, and everyone is itching to shed their designer sweaters for a new spring wardrobe.” Alexa was mocking her wealthy clients, but the smile on her face told me she loved every second of it. “What about you? What’s your day like?”
“Since I now feel like a bum compared to you, I’ll get up and hit the gym before heading to the spa. I know I have a few clients, but the load will be lighter than today’s, which sucked. Although the way the day is ending, I can’t quite complain.” I shifted our bodies so we faced each other, our lips so close, I felt her breath on my skin.
“As much as I would rather be kissing you right now, I feel like we need to talk about us.” I clasped her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.
“Well, since I’m not the one who has the rule about dating clients in place, you tell me how you see this working.” Alexa stroked my palm with her thumb as she spoke.
“I want us to be together. For you to wear my letterman jacket and everything.” Alexa let out a laugh before I continued. “But when we’re at the spa, we can’t act like we’re together. It’ll be hard to see you in the Zen room and not pull you to me, but we must keep a professional relationship in those four walls.”
“Okay, that won’t be too hard, right?”
“Well, due to the fact that I have to touch you while you’re wearing only your panties, and I can’t do all the things I want to do to you, something will definitely be hard.”
Alexa giggled. “What about when we aren’t at the spa?” Her voice was laced with hope.
“We’ll be a couple, if that’s what you want. I know I do,” I answered, but there was a lingering ‘but’ that I left out.
“Yes, that’s what I want. Why do I sense there is something you aren’t telling me?” No one could ever say Alexa wasn’t perceptive.
“I don’t want us to be intimate before the marathon, while you’re under my care. When Danny and I first talked about my feelings for you, I promised him I would keep it in my pants until after the race.” It meant a lot to me that he was supportive of our relationship. “I know it doesn’t make much sense, but I just want to uphold my promise to him.”
“I respect you so much for your decision, and thank you for breaking the original pact for me.”
With the relationship conversation behind us, I tangled my hands in her long hair, bringing her lips to mine. She tasted of fine wine and pure heaven. Alexa ran her fingers over the shaved hair on my head, scraping her nails back and forth. Driven wild with passion and want, I deepened the kiss, drawing a soft moan from her throat. One hand trailed down her neck, over her shoulder, lingering on the side of her ample breast. I slowly caressed her, brushing my thumb over her nipple. The sound of Alexa whimpering with pleasure was nearly my undoing.
I tore my lips away, needing to taste more of her. Brushing her hair to one side, I revealed the spot I had so desperately wanted since the first moment she laid on my table. She tilted her neck, exposing her flawless skin to me. I nipped, licked, and nibbled on her soft flesh. Alexa was completely in the moment with me, and I became borderline frantic, knowing she would give me what I wanted. Her hands roamed down the back of my head to my shoulder, digging her nails, pulling me closer, and spurring me on.
I wanted to make love to her right here on my couch, but we needed to stop. I tore myself away from her skin, so that we were face to face with our foreheads resting together. Our labored breathing mingled as we came down from our high.
“Thank you for hearing me out earlier.” Breathe. “Thank you for coming home with me.” Breathe. “But more importantly, thank you for being you.” When her eyes closed at my words, I kissed each eyelid. “Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Fifteen
Alexa
Thursday night was more than I could have imagined. Thank God, Luke had so much self-control because I never would have been able to pull myself away from him. If he had led me to his bedroom, I would have enthusiastically followed. I thought nothing would feel better than his touch on my naked skin, but his lips combined with his hands blew my mind.
After we broke away and our pounding hearts (and I was sure other things for Luke) settled, he called his car up from valet. He drove me home, holding my hand the whole way with his thumb tracing circles on my palm. I rested my cheek on the cool leather headrest, watching him command the road in his sleek black Audi A6. The car was as sexy as the driver was.
Since it was late and there was no traffic, we arrived at my building only a few minutes later. I didn’t want the night to end. Luke must not have either, because he walked me to my front door, and then proceeded to devour me to within an inch of my sanity. When he broke away, he ran down the stairs as if his pants were on fire, mumbling something about getting away from me before he never left. In his hasty exit, we didn’t make plans to see each other later this weekend, which was a huge disappointment because I wouldn’t see him again for five days.
I went to bed on cloud nine. When I woke up, I laced my running sneakers and ran my best per mile time, thanks to the memories replaying like a movie in my head. The smile never left my face the whole day. Even when it started to fade, a text from Luke would come, and it would return, brighter than before. I was so happy, I was almost sickened by myself. Almost.
*****
Since Jeff had to travel back to New York to visit with his mom, Luke joined me on another long Sunday run. I also started taking Nikki’s Saturday yoga class at The Rub Down. I dragged Addison with me because we hadn’t spent any time together since Thursday night at the Black Rose. We had our own clients all day Friday, and she went out last night on a date with God knows whom.
“I want details.” That was all she needed to say as we walked over to the spa.
I launched into a rundown of what happened after Luke and I left the bar. Even though I sounded like a lovesick teenager, Addison beamed her happiness for me.
“Anything happen with Danny when he brought you home?” I asked after we finished talking about my time with Luke. I was curious as to whether their night was similar to Luke and mine. They were attracted to each other, and seemed to be hitting it off, and no damn pact stood in their way.
“We grabbed a cab back to our place. I invited him up. He stayed for about an hour and then left. We had lots of laughs and great conversation.” She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. “I walked him out, expecting something, but he only gave me a small kiss on my forehead and a big hug. I have no idea what to make of it all.” Her smile was gone, replaced with confusion. I couldn’t blame her.
“Huh. Well, isn’t that interesting? He isn’t like every other guy you’ve come across that only wants in your pants.” I knew Danny was a good guy, but now I really liked him for treating my best friend with respect. If he fucked her and left her, it would have put a huge kink—and not the good kind—in my budding relationship with Luke. “So, was your date last night with Danny?”
“No, it was with some tool Mrs. Feldstein set me up with. He was hot, I’ll give her that, but he sat there in Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, demanding shot after shot from the waitress. I left before the entrees were served, and went to Finale by myself for a leisurely drink and dessert.”
Story time ended when we arrived at The Rub Down. Jessica was at the reception desk, setting up an appointment on the phone. Still talking, she gave us a friendly wave as Addison and I headed for the yoga rooms.
Through the whole class, my mind kept wandering to the man somewhere within the same walls as me. When I bent down into Downward Dog, I envisioned Luke behind me, fixing my pose so my ass lined up perfectly with his hard cock. With my legs and arms spread in Savasna, the image of Luke’s face buried between my legs made me squirm. The list went on. Instead of clearing my mind, the postures filled it with erotic images of Luke.
As I pressed my forehead to the mat in Child pose to cool down, I wondered if Luke had any appointments available after class. Our schedules didn’t match up for a second session this week, and it had been a few days since my last massage. My body not only craved his touch, but my muscles were still tight, even after yoga. I overdid it during my morning run yesterday, thanks to my damn happy juice.
We finished the class, thanked Nikki for another great workout, and headed downstairs to the reception desk. Addison trailed behind me, cursing my name for dragging her along. She preferred light workouts, and Nikki’s class was anything but.
Jessica looked up as we approached. “Hey, ladies, how was class?”
“It was amazing, as usual,” I said while Addison just grunted. Jessica and I laughed at her crumbling appearance. “Does Luke have an opening right now? I would love a massage.”
“I bet you would,” Addie grumbled.
“Shut up, Addison.” If looks could kill, my dearest and best friend would be done for. Jessica snorted, however. Loud.
“He technically doesn’t take clients on Saturdays, but hold on. Let me see what he says.” Jessica picked up the phone, and turned her chair so the conversation would be more private.
Yesterday, Luke and I discussed Jessica’s icy reception to our togetherness. Apparently, she was just being overprotective of her brother, and they worked it out. Luke told me she always liked me, but because of the spa, she felt like she had to say something.
Even though I wanted to be nosey and hear what was being said, I stepped away from the desk to give her space. I turned around toward Addison. “If he can slide me in, do you want to take a cab home instead of walk? I’ll pay.”
Uncontrollable laughter burst from Addison’s tiny form. “You have got to stop making this so easy for me to rag on you. Slide you in? Seriously, Alexa?”
I busted into hysteria right along with her. Passersby looked at us with disgust, since The Rub Down was usually as quiet as a Catholic mass. Addison and I didn’t care. We couldn’t. We were in such a fit that nothing could have stopped us.
Well, someone could. The hot owner I couldn’t get out of my head. When he appeared in the lobby, Addison and I snapped to attention like when the principal walked into a classroom. When I looked at his face, though, I only saw joy.
We faced each other with eyes locked and smiles splitting our faces in half. I was unsure of what to do. I couldn’t rush into his arms and lock onto his luscious lips. I couldn’t even hug him while he was at work. A similar torture was written on his face. Surely, the same internal battle raged inside him. The room was still, Addison and Jessica watching us. Finally, someone cleared her throat, jolting us from our trance.
“You going to give my girl a rub down, buddy boy?” Addison snickered behind me, barely containing her laughter. She just couldn’t resist one more innuendo.
“Yeah, I am, Addison. Thanks for bringing the awkward,” Luke said, shaking his head at the two of us.
“Awesome, then I’m out. I’ll see you at the house later?” She glanced back and forth between Luke and me.
I looked to him as well. He gave no indication of what my answer should be.
“Yeah, I’ll be home later. Thanks for coming with me.” I hugged her and watched her walk out.
Turning to Luke, I said, “I need to shower real quick. I’m all sweaty from class. You good to go now, or do you need to finish whatever we interrupted?”
“No, I’m ready for you. Just go to the Zen room when you’re finished. I’ll be waiting close by.”
We walked to the elevators. Sadly, the passionate kiss from Thursday night in Luke’s building could not be repeated. But once we stepped in and the doors closed, he hooked our pinkies together and gave me a panty-melting smile that made his blue eyes shine. Seconds later when the elevator opened, Luke dropped my pinkie, and I instantly missed his touch.
My first stop was the locker room to shower and dress in my favorite robe. I made quick work washing my body, but decided to skip the hair. About ten minutes later, I walked into the Zen room where Luke stood with a cup of water in his hand.
His head snapped up as I approached him. A small smile appeared on his face while he handed me the cup. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. Thank you for taking me last minute,” I said as we walked toward his room.
“Of course. I was just finishing up payroll when Jess called down.” Luke ushered me through the entrance. As soon as he shut the door, he was on me in a flash. Palms cupping the sides of my face, he lavished me with slow, gentle kisses. Starved for his touch, I tried to deepen the connection, but he backed away.
“Lex, as much as I want to devour you right now—dear God, do I—I can’t. I need to prove to myself that I can be professional with you.” He peered at the floor like he was ashamed of his actions. “I’m clearly failing already.”
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” I reached for his hands, needing him to look at me. “I know we’re walking a thin line here. I shouldn’t have just asked to see you at work. But I was here, and I’m sore, and I used it as an excuse to see you.” I was the one who should be embarrassed. “I promise I’m not a cling-on.”
“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried I won’t be able to keep this professional. I feel bad that you’re sore, and we couldn’t get together for another appointment.” Luke broke our spell by walking over to the music controls. “I can’t have this romantic, soft music playing right now.”
All of a sudden, Dropkick Murphys came pouring out of the speakers.
“Nice choice. I don’t feel attracted to you at all right now!” I started laughing. If he wanted to believe a change in music was going to help our cause, I would let him.
“I suppose giving you a massage means you need to shed that robe. I’ll return in a minute.”
As soon as the door closed, I took off my robe, climbed onto the heated bed, and tucked myself under the covers. Luke came in a few minutes later in the professional therapist mode I saw the first day.
“What’s bothering you right now?”
“My hips are killing me. I ran hard yesterday without really paying attention. My head was in the clouds, and I didn’t pace myself well.”
The look on Luke’s face was priceless. My problem area would bring his fingers near parts I was dying to have him touch.
“Woman, you’re testing my resolve,” Luke said as he picked up his oils.
*****
Luke
I didn’t know why I thought I could do it. The girl I had feelings for laid virtually naked on my table. The kiss when we first walked into my treatment room was hot. Her desire for me drove all the blood in my body to one area. When I stepped out to let her get under the covers, I readjusted myself and thought of anything I could that wasn’t sexy—my grandma, Bruins’ stats, Danny’s dirty apartment. But all I wanted to do was storm into the room, peel off her robe, and take in her beauty from head to toe. I’d worship her with my tongue, and then my cock.
To hear her hips were what bothered her just about broke me. I understood the pain. I knew how to make it feel better. I just didn’t know if massaging that close to her heat was such a great idea. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With “The Green Fields of France” playing in the background, I started working Alexa’s muscles. My hands glided up and down her skin as though I was playing an instrument. The second my hands touched her flawless body, I felt calmer. All the hype in my head quieted down. As her therapist and boyfriend, I needed to make her feel good.
“How’s the pressure?” I whispered in her ear.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.” Alexa reassured me.
Before I stood up, I brushed her hair with my mouth. Just as I moved to her hips, “Kiss Me, I’m #!@*faced” started to play. Alexa and I busted out laughing.
“Seriously, Luke, the music is killing me. Can we just talk? I can’t listen to this.”
“Yeah, hold on. I’ll turn it off.”
I couldn’t blame her. The song was loud and obnoxious. It was hard to concentrate while listening to it. I felt like I should be in a bar in Southie, throwing darts and drinking a pint, not with a gorgeous naked woman in front of me.
Once the music was off, we both felt at ease. Conversation flowed as smooth as my hands moved over her skin.
Right before Jessica called the office, I was looking at my calendar, checking dates for another trip to Pennsylvania. That was when I realized the Boston Strong Gala was a week from today, the Saturday before the marathon. Since we donated a royal spa day for two to the silent auction, Jessica had made me buy tickets to the event. All the money raised went to the One Fund Boston, an amazing charity whose sole purpose was to help the victims of the bombing. I couldn’t go alone. I needed a date.
“I have an event next Saturday, The Boston Strong Gala. Would you do me the honor of being my date?”
“Oh. Ummmm, of course, I would love to,” Alexa mumbled into the pillow.
“Great. I totally forgot all about it until about an hour ago. I think it’s black tie. Did I totally just pull a dick move and give you no time to find a dress?”
“Are you kidding? You do know what I do for a living, right? I was out yesterday with two clients looking for dresses for the same event.”
Thank fuck. If she reconsidered, I would be screwed. There was no way I was taking anyone else.
“Now that that is out of the way, whatcha doing later? I would love to take you out on a proper first date.” For as much as we were in each other’s presence the last few weeks, I wanted to do this right. I wanted us to have a shot.
“I’d love to. Where do you want to go?” Alexa asked.
“How does the Seaport District sound?”
It was a booming area in town with a variety of different restaurants to choose from.
“Perfect. I love it down there.”
“Me, too. I’ll pick you up at seven, and we can take a cab or black car service over there.” The thought of a proper date with Alexa, a night all to ourselves with no meddling family or best friends, excited me.
The time to work on her hips arrived. When she rolled onto her back, I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t peek, because I did. This was the gorgeous woman I wanted stripped bare and in my bed. So when I could sneak even a glimpse of her breasts, I took it.
I ran my hand down Alexa’s long right leg. On my way up, I moved the sheet with me, tucking it right up in the apex of her thighs. Black thong.
I worked the area as best I could. All the while, I wanted to move my hand a few inches to brush my thumb over her clit. I imagined it throbbing, aching for my touch. Alexa’s eyes were shut tight. She was biting her lower lip, and I smelled her arousal. My cock, which had been hard since I first saw her in the lobby, was painfully stiff now.
“Lex, hun, I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” My voice was low so, God forbid, no one walking by could hear me. “You’re so beautiful. All I want to do right now is kiss every inch of you, to taste you.”
“Mmmmmm.”
Her whimpers only made my hard-on worse, and my resolve crashed and burned around me. I took a few steps back, putting distance between us. As soon as I did, Alexa lifted her head to look at me.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come today. I’ll find another therapist.” She looked away from me. “The last thing I want to do is make this hard for you to stay true to your professionalism.” Her face flushed with embarrassment as she stared up at the ceiling.
“No, no, no.” I rushed over to the table, lifted her chin with my finger, and looked into her ocean blue eyes. They were so full of doubt that it shook me to my core. “Lex, the only thing you should be sorry about is that you’re so breathtakingly beautiful that I can’t control myself around you. I’ve been fighting this since the first time I saw you in the Zen room. And now that I’ve felt your lips on mine, know what your skin tastes like, I want more. I want it now.” I fused our mouths, driving my point home.
“Maybe I should just get dressed and go. I feel better, so there’s no need to continue. And I’ll see you tonight, right?” The doubt in her voice was evident.
“Of course. I can’t wait to take you out. Have you all to myself.” I gave her another little peck and walked out to let her put on her robe.
