God, he loved her.
Heat sizzled along his nerve endings at the thought of just how much. A slow, sinful grin touched his lips when he thought about what he’d told her last night. There was a lot she didn’t understand about man-woman relationships and he intended to teach her. Things had definitely changed since her last date, especially in the bedroom. If he remembered correctly, that was the year the Hubble Telescope was launched into space, Nelson Mandela was finally freed from prison and George Bush Senior was president.
Hell, she probably wasn’t aware that these days men and women who were in a serious relationship openly discussed such things as foreplay and orgasms, or that trying different positions in the bedroom was now the norm and not the exception. And she’d probably be startled to know that oral sex was pretty popular these days.
A slow smile rolled around his lips. Yes, he would enjoy teaching her all the finer things in life with one goal in mind: to make her fall as deeply in love with him as he was with her.
CHAPTER NINE
“WELL, LENA, HOW DO I look?”
Lena stood with her hands on her hips and gave Kylie an assessing stare. The two of them had been shopping for gowns to wear to this weekend’s ball and it seemed as if Kylie had hit the jackpot.
“Girl, that dress is gorgeous and it looks fabulous on you,” Lena said. “But of course you have the figure for it. You have more curves than the Daytona Speedway. You’d be nuts not to buy it.”
With her courage bolstered, Kylie looked down at herself. Lena was right. The dress was a sexy black formfitting georgette mini with a halter crisscross bodice and a low-cut back. She had to admit it did look rather flattering on her, though it showed more skin than she would like.
“You don’t think it’s too daring?” she asked Lena.
“Heck, no. Like I said you have the body for it. Everyone can’t say that. I most certainly can’t.”
Kylie frowned at her friend. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with your figure.”
“That losing fifteen more pounds won’t hurt?”
“Don’t complain. A lot of men like full-figured women. You have a small waist, nice size hips, a gorgeous pair of legs—”
“Strong bones and a good set of teeth,” Lena tagged on. They laughed, remembering other times they had gone shopping together when they were much younger and were faced with the same dilemma. Kylie always thought she was too thin and Lena had made up in her mind years ago that at size sixteen she was too thick.
“So, are you going to buy it?” Lena asked as she walked around Kylie, admiring how the dress fit.
“Probably not,” Kylie said, still looking down at herself. She felt half-naked wearing it. “But it’s gorgeous, though.”
“And it has your name on it.”
Kylie glanced up at Lena. “You think so?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t. Besides, since you’ve decided to be my date for the ball what I say counts, right?”
“Right.”
“So what are you going to do?”
Kylie grinned. “I’m going to take it.”
AN HOUR OR SO LATER THEY were back in Lena’s car and exiting the mall. “You never told me how things went last weekend with the camping trip,” Lena said.
Kylie glanced over at her. “Didn’t think I had to. I’m sure Tiffany told you everything you needed to know.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t mention anything about you and Chance.”
“Was she supposed to?”
“I guess not, if the two of you are keeping your affair a secret.”
Kylie gave her friend a direct stare, although Lena’s eyes were glued to the road and didn’t notice it. “Chance and I are not having an affair.”
“Oh. The two of you just meet every so often to lock lips, right?”
Kylie rolled her eyes heavenward. “So we kissed a few times, no big deal.”