Chapter 29
~~ LILY ~~
Last night Michael had given me an orgasm, via phone text. It was amazing. It was also the first time I’d done anything like that. My only wish was that I could have heard his voice. He had a rich, dark chocolate voice that had me hot and bothered the minute he said anything to me.
I showered and dressed afterwards, then sat and waited for David. I didn’t see him again after breakfast. His excuse was work. He thought I was an idiot. He dashed into the shower, dressed and left while I was in the kitchen. He didn’t speak to me at all and it really pissed me off.
After I finished cleaning the kitchen, I headed in to the bedroom and pulled out three of the largest suitcases I could find and laid them on the bed.
I started with everything that was in the tallboy and placed all my lingerie inside the elastic pockets. I left the sexiest piece out to wear for Michael. Sometime during the picnic I’d let Michael know what I was wearing under my dress.
I was exhausted from cleaning and packing, so I threw myself down on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. I felt restless and didn’t really want to be in the apartment. The sun was shining outside, so I managed to drag myself up and quickly exchanged my ‘lounge’ clothes for stonewashed jeans and a t-shirt. I slipped my feet into my lilac ballerina pumps, grabbed my purse and opened the apartment door, coming face to face with Michael.
“What are you doing here?” I wasn’t expecting to see him until the picnic. He appeared lost for words, so I took matters into my own hands. I stepped out of the door, took his face into my hands and brought him down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, moving to kiss his forehead over the gauze covering his stitches.
“I needed to see you. I couldn’t wait until the picnic.”
He caressed my face, down to my neck, but before he could continue further I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. “How are you feeling?” I asked. I’d been worried about him since the accident.
“My head was sore when I woke up this morning, but after a couple of Advil the pain started to dim.” He smiled at me. “Of course I feel so much better after seeing you.”
“Aww, you’re sweet.”
“I’m not sweet…. I’m a guy.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re also an idiot.” I reached up and quickly kissed him on the cheek. “I was about to go for a walk in the park. Do you want to come with me?”
He took hold of my hand and started to pull me towards the stairs. “I’d love to. It’s been a while since I’ve had a hotdog from the stand there.” He grinned, looking like a big kid.
I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm.
“Lily, where is your sense of adventure?” He held the door to the outside open for me.
I walked past and couldn’t resist rubbing against him. I turned my head and met his eyes, then winked. “My sense of adventure took place last night. Text adventure!”
Michael pulled me to a stop and into his arms.
“Oh.” He was long and hard against my stomach. “I wasn’t expecting that quick a reaction to my comment.”
“I only have to think about you and voila…. rock hard,” he growled.
I licked my lips.
“Oh no. You are not doing that to me. We are going to the park, buying a couple of hotdogs, finding a spot on the grass and we are going to sit cuddling while we watch the world go by…. Now come on, move that ass.” He tugged me behind him to get me moving.
“That sounds good.” My throat felt dry after his speech. He had me all choked up. I wanted to do everything he’d said.
During the seven years I’d been with David, we hadn’t once spent time in the park lounging around. David’s idea of chilling was watching ice hockey, which didn’t bother me because I was a fan as well, but we were with a few thousand people. The park would be busy, but we wouldn’t have any trouble finding a secluded spot – at least I hoped we wouldn’t.
“Lily, you want everything on it?”
“Yes please,” I replied, watching the guy who worked the stand put our hotdogs together.
Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I wrapped my arm around his waist, under his t-shirt. When my hand started to wander inside the back of his jeans, he growled at me. He actually growled at me. The guy with the hotdogs looked at us and obviously decided he was hearing things, so he just finished preparing our food.
“You. Must. Behave.”
“I can’t believe you growled at me…. in public.”
“Thanks,” Michael told the guy as he took the hotdogs and sodas from him.
He directed me towards the lake and the trees that hung low, offering a semblance of privacy. “I was having a hard enough time keeping all my blood above my belt. You shoving your hands into my jeans was sending it south – rapidly.”
I snickered. “You need to learn to control that libido of yours, before it gets you into trouble.”
“I wouldn’t need to control it, if you weren’t so damn sexy.”
“Ha.” I stuck my tongue out at him as we sat down under one of the trees which offered more seclusion than others.