I bite my lip just thinking about it and the ache between my legs is back. “And, I think I had my first orgasm.”
A scream explodes through the line. “You think?”
“No, I did. I know I did. More than one by the way.” I can’t believe I’m having this conversation at work.
“So you still like him then?”
“Yes, Dahlia, I still like him. Actually, I really like him.”
For the longest time silence fills the line.
“Dahlia?”
“Sorry, Aerie. I am trying not to cry right now.”
“Dahlia! It’s not like I’ll be getting married tomorrow. I like him. I enjoy his company.”
There’s a knock on the door and before I say, “Come in,” it opens. Kay stands there. I kick my feet down and straighten myself.
“Hey, Dahlia, I’ll need to call you back later, but—really quick—is he there?”
“He stopped by long enough this morning to shower and then took off. I haven’t seen him since then. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, Dahlia girl. Just curious. I’ll call you later.”
I hang up the receiver.
“Aerie, I’m so sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and make sure you were really okay about sharing your office with me until mine is ready.”
I roll my chair toward her. “It’s fine. When did you want to move your stuff up?”
“Friday should work. Damon said construction wouldn’t begin before Monday.”
“Tomorrow I’ll ask Shelly to arrange the move then.”
“Thanks so much. I look forward to learning the ropes from you.”
I fold my hands on my desk and give her a friendly smile.
As soon as the door clicks shut, I pull my BlackBerry from the pocket in my purse—6:05. Finally! Time to leave. Anticipation at seeing him again burns through me, but fear that he won’t be there worries me. As I walk out of the office, I convince myself that he’s not using me. That playing the role of my uncle in the movie isn’t why he’s spending time with me. But old ghosts haunt me and I remember what happened with Levi—how one minute he had me under him naked and the next he was kissing another girl.
The automatic doors open and through the light drizzle I can see his car isn’t parked where he dropped me off this morning and my heart sinks. But then I glance sideways. Under the awning, leaning against the wall, I spot him—the wayfarers that cover his gray eyes, the faded jeans that fit snuggly on his narrow hips, the scuffed boots with the orange laces, the messy but somehow perfect dark hair, and the wool coat—the one I told him I liked. He appears deep in thought, but then suddenly glances up.
He walks toward me and tucks his glasses into the opening of his coat before reaching me. I stand there, unable to move. I’m so elated that he’s here. His hands curl behind my neck as he pulls the clip from my hair out with one hand and sticks it in his coat pocket, tangling his fingers though my hair with the other. Before I can study his expression, his lips are on mine. Soft, full, kissing me with burning passion. He pulls back, leaving me breathless and completely aroused.
“How was your day, Alice?” he asks with a grin.
I press against his chest, not caring that this is a very public display of affection. Then I lean back to look into his eyes. “Better now that work is over.”
His hands run down my arms and lace in my fingers, and my stomach dances with excitement.
“And how was yours?” I ask.
As he speaks I notice sadness in his eyes. “Mine was—”
“Have a great night, Ms. Daniels,” Shelly calls from behind me.
I turn toward her voice. “You, too. See you tomorrow.” I wave.
Before I can turn back to him, his lips are near my ear. “I missed you.”
I can almost feel his beating heart against my back. I flip around and reach up on my toes to find his mouth. “I thought about you today.”
He dips his head and finds my lips, brushing them lightly. “What exactly did you think about?”
I normally wouldn’t want to say what I’m thinking, but it’s the truth, so I say, “How you could make me come like no one ever has. How you felt inside me.”
His lips curve into that smug grin and his stormy eyes dance with pleasure. “Good, because that’s all I thought about, too. So what do you say we get out of this rain and I feed you, so we can go practice?”
“Where’d you park?”
As he pulls me closer he lets the umbrella drop to the ground. He wraps one around my waist. Then with his sexy smoldering grin, he points toward the parking lot. “Where I’m supposed to park.”
I don’t care that I’m getting wet, I don’t care that my shoes might be ruined, I stop right there and step in front of him. “What do you say we order in again?”