He pushed her dress up again, farther this time. When he got to her torso, she lifted her arms up so he could pull the dress off her body. He bent down to kiss her, but as soon as he did, she rolled them both over so he was beneath her.
“My turn now,” she said. She moved down his body and reached for his belt, a gleam in her eyes.
She smiled as she felt the hard length of him through his jeans. If he hadn’t already been hard after the last thirty minutes, her hands at his zipper would have done it right away. That look of wicked anticipation in her eyes made him want to pull her down to him immediately, rip that very sexy black bra off her, and slide inside of her. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away, a laugh in her eyes.
“I said it was my turn now.” She unbuckled his belt and stroked her thumb up and down his zipper.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. Patience is not one of my virtues.”
She finally slid his zipper down. He lifted his hips so she could pull his jeans and boxers off.
“Mmm,” she said. “You might want to work on that. However, I am now very aware of one of your virtues.” She wrapped her hand around his cock.
She wasn’t shy at all. He liked that about her. So far, actually, in their three hours or so of acquaintance, he was pretty sure he liked everything about her.
Especially the way she touched him. So forceful, yet soft. He wanted to close his eyes, let himself enjoy this feeling. But he couldn’t stop looking at her.
She put her hand on his chest.
“What do you want?” she asked as she moved up his body.
He pulled her close and let his fingers slide into her hair.
“Good question,” he said. He pushed her bra down and rubbed her hard brown nipple. “I want to finally take this fucking bra off of you, like I’ve been wanting to do for the past two hours. And then I want to suck on these incredible breasts of yours until I drive you wild, and then I want to slide my fingers into your wet pussy and find out how you like to be touched there, and then I want to fuck you until neither one of us has the energy or ability to ask another question. How does that sound?”
He could feel a shudder go through her body as he spoke. Still, though, he didn’t move as he waited for her answer.
“That sounds like exactly what I want,” she said.
He unhooked her bra in one smooth motion and threw it on the floor.
“Oh, thank God,” he said. And then neither of them said anything for a very long time.
Three
MARGOT WOKE UP AND blinked for a few seconds. It was still very early; she could tell from the dim light coming through the window. Scenes from the night before—and the early morning—ran through her brain. The first time—slow, at the start, and then hard and fast and very satisfying. And then, after they’d both recovered and she’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, she’d gotten back in bed and kissed him, in what she’d meant as a thanks-for-the-orgasm kiss, or maybe even an it’s-time-for-me-to-go kiss, depending on how he reacted. But the kiss escalated, and he slid down her body and gave her another great orgasm . . . and then a third. And then, they’d fallen asleep, but sometime in the middle of the night had both woken back up, and . . . damn, it had been an excellent night.
She opened her eyes all the way and saw Luke smiling at her. He looked very disheveled, very relaxed, and very attractive. He looked like he’d spent all night having a whole lot of sex. She smiled back at him.
“I thought I’d dreamed you,” he said.
She laughed out loud.
“I’m at least five years too old for that line to work on me,” she said, “but that’s adorable that you tried it.”
He grinned sheepishly at her.
“Thank you. I think,” he said.
He lifted himself up on one elbow and looked at her. She forced herself not to move, turn over, or cover her body with a sheet. She was nervous for him to really look at her in the daylight, now that it was morning and she was no longer drunk on his kisses and his touch and his gaze. She liked her body fine, most of the time, but now she was in bed with a guy who was probably used to perky boobs and small waists and no stretch marks. But she didn’t let herself flinch, and instead smiled up at him. That ship had already sailed, hadn’t it?
He gazed down at her and then moved his hand up to her breast.
“Mmm, I feel lucky to be here right now,” he said.
Good God, she liked the way he did that.
“Oh, you should feel very lucky,” she said.
He laughed, and bent down to kiss her.
Afterward, when she could breathe again, she suddenly remembered something.
“Yesterday was Sunday,” she said when he got back in bed from going to the bathroom. “That means today is Monday. What time is it?” Her phone was in her jacket pocket, which was wherever she’d abandoned it after he’d pushed it off her.
He pulled himself out of bed again and found his jeans on the floor.
“Seven thirty,” he said.
She sighed in relief. This had been fantastic, but if this interlude had caused her to be late to work this morning, she’d be pissed at herself.
“Oh good,” she said. “I have plenty of time.” She swung her legs out of the bed and looked around for her bra. He picked it up from the foot of the bed and handed it to her, and she put it on, then pulled her dress back on.
“Didn’t you just say you had plenty of time?” he asked her. “Why are you rushing to get dressed?”
She grabbed her underwear from the bed.
“I meant I have plenty of time if I leave now. I still have to walk home, and once I get back, I have to get ready for work.”
He shook his head and pulled his jeans on.
“No, you don’t,” he said. “I’ll drive you.”
She hadn’t expected him to offer that—he knew she lived nearby. Or maybe he didn’t remember?
“I can walk,” she said. “I’m only six blocks away.”
He grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it on.
“I know,” he said. “But my car’s right downstairs. I can drive you, it’s no problem. If too many people around here know you for you to kiss me outside a bar after dark, how much worse will it be for you to do the walk of shame at seven thirty a.m. on a Monday morning?”
She laughed. She hadn’t heard that phrase in a long time. And the man had a point.
He stopped, midway through buckling his belt.
“Unless you don’t want me to drive you?”
He was far more thoughtful than she would have assumed at first glance. Both offering to drive her, and then pulling back when she’d hesitated, showed a lot more perception than she would have given him credit for.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’d love a ride home.”
He nodded.
“Great. I’ll be ready in a second.”
It was kind of funny, how polite and almost formal they were with each other, after last night . . . and this morning. Both of them making carefully worded requests and acceptances that made them sound like the strangers to each other they really were, even when they did make reference to the reason she was here right now, and not in her house, six blocks away. It made sense, after all. They barely knew each other. She didn’t even know his last name. They’d spent, what, three hours talking before they’d tumbled into bed together?
She grinned to herself. It had turned out pretty well, though.
She retrieved her jacket and bag from the front hallway and then went into the bathroom to wash her face and do something to her hair so it didn’t look like she’d been having sex all night. She found a few bobby pins in the crevices of her bag and managed to twist her hair up into a more or less presentable topknot.
When she came out of the bathroom, Luke looked at her with just a hint of that admiration from the night before.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded, and slid her feet into the shoes she’d kicked off by the door.
His car was right downstairs, parked in a prime spot outside of his building. She grinned when she saw it.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Oh, just that if I’d seen this car last night, I wouldn’t have needed to look at your clothes to know you were new in town.”
He opened the passenger-side door for her.
“People don’t have cars like this in Napa? I know that’s not true.”
She pursed her lips as she got in, and waited for him to join her before she answered.
“Sure, people do. Mostly tourists do, though. Some weekend people, absolutely. And some of the major Valley players, but then, I know who all of those people are. But not a lot of people who really live around here, if you know what I mean.”
She gestured to the apartment buildings around them.
“Yeah,” he said. “I know what you mean.” He turned to her. “Which way?”
“Two blocks this way,” she pointed. “And then left on Washington Street.”
She was glad, as they drove the short distance, that she wasn’t walking home right now. There were a lot of people out and about in downtown Napa at this time of morning—runners, restaurant workers setting up for breakfast or coffee service, people chatting while they waited in line for coffee or pastries. She very possibly may have seen someone she knew. She was glad Luke had spared her that.