That was a whole separate can of worms, but it didn't feel right for the first phone conversation. Things were still so tenuous between us. "Good to know.”
“What about the sex?”
I clamped my eyes shut and my face grew hot. “What about it?”
"Sex with the other guys. Was it as good as it was with me?” His voice was a low, sexy rumble and I swear to God he was exaggerating his Irish accent, just so he could kill me.
“What do you think?”
He waited to answer and I braced myself for it, eyes closed, breath heavy. “I think it wasn't the same at all. I think none of them knew to walk up behind you in the kitchen and kiss your neck. I don't think they had the nerve to slide their hand down your belly and into the front of your panties and touch you exactly the way you like to be touched. I know for a fact none of them made you come while you were doing dishes.”
That memory was as vivid as any between us. With my eyes closed, I could nearly feel my one hand gripping the edge of the cool porcelain sink with one hand, while the other wrapped back around his neck. The pads of my fingers slid over the delicate hairs at his nape while I gently dug my nails into his warm skin. His erection was pressed hard against my ass while his lips skimmed my neck. One hand was under my top, teasing my nipple. The other had me at his mercy, moving in deft circles. “That's not sex.”
“You nearly crumpled to the floor when it was over. And I seem to remember we had sex a few minutes later. In the hall. Against the wall.”
Was it possible to pass out from having a former lover retell a past sexual encounter? If so, I was about to do exactly that. “It was amazing.”
“We couldn't get enough of each other, remember?”
“I do remember that. Very well. But we were young and horny. You can’t forget that.”
“I was twenty-nine. I had things pretty well worked out by the time you came along.”
Amy popped her head into my room. I bolted upright in bed and slapped my hand over my phone. “Hey. What's up?” My face was on fire. The rest of me felt like I'd vacationed on the surface of the sun.
“Talking to Eamon, finally?”
“Yeah. I won't be much longer.”
“Take your time. By the flush in your cheeks, I'd say you're having fun.” Her eyebrows bounced.
She really thought she was so damn smart. “Did you actually need something?”
“Just wanted you to look at some of these clothes before I give them away. We can do it later.”
I slumped back down in bed. “Give me ten minutes. And close the door, please.” I removed my hand from the phone. “Sorry. Amy needed me for a second.”
“Hi, Eamon!” Amy shouted before making her exit. It was like being in high school all over again.
“Your sister says whatever she wants, doesn't she?”
I laughed. “Yeah. But I love her.”
“How are the wedding plans coming?”
“Good. Fine. They're keeping it small, so it's been pretty low-key so far.”
“And how do you feel about it? Your younger sister getting married.”
“It's great. I like her fiancé. He's nice.”
“That's not the most ringing endorsement I've ever heard.”
I'd thought it sounded pretty good. “You know I'm not like that, Eamon. I don't gush about much. It's just not my thing.”
“I know nothing of the sort. You were always happy and enthusiastic about everything when we were together. I didn't call youSunny Girlfor nothing.”
I wanted to tell him that I’d beenSunny Girlfor only a short time, when I was with him. Would a second time with Eamon bringSunny Girlback to life? If that happened, could I maintain it? That was my biggest fear about Eamon encapsulated. Did he just have a thing for me from eleven years ago? That version of Katherine had never told Eamon about her past. She hadn’t given him even a whiff of her bad memories. That Katherine had blinded herself from them, if only to have what she’d waited years and years for—a chance to be less complicated. “Amy still isn't sure that song is actually about me, you know. She thinks there's a good chance I'm lying.”
