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Arriving at Polly’s car first, they stopped and faced each other. Polly slung her bag on the bonnet and Solo leaned a lazy elbow on the side of her car, which kind of stopped her from opening it. A ploy, admittedly, but he didn’t want her to go home and he sensed she didn’t either.
“Fancy a drink and a de-brief?” He hitched an eyebrow, and she laughed.
“That is exactly the eyebrow waggle you gave me the first time we met.”
“Not surprising, you were muttering to yourself like a crazy old woman.”
“I’d just monumentally humiliated myself.”
“I never did find out why you called yourself an idiot. What had you done, thrown your drink over someone? Hurled insults at the bride?”
She grinned sheepishly. “No, just said something embarrassing out loud without realising it.”
“Fancy telling me what?”
“No.”
Now it was his turn to grin. “So, then you went on to insult a poor defenceless guy who’d just arrived from over east.”
“Defenceless my butt, you were fully in control of the situation and you knew it.”
He liked that she was complimenting him in this way. In his head he rarely felt like that super-cool biker guy she’d taken him for. He cared too much about people to ever be Mr Macho. And he was okay with that—except when he seriously had to impress a beautiful woman.
“Seems like it worked,” he said.
She shook her head, still smirking, and he watched the light of the streetlamp on her hair almost turning it into baby serpents. It made him think of the one on her thigh. Medusa. “Could it work again tonight, maybe?” He resisted the urge to touch a curl, wind it round his finger.
Her eyes met his, dark as a forest and sultry, and he wondered where they were in the game—was it her turn to back off next? Make him advance? Playing emotional chess.
She looked down at her feet and he realised her toe in her pretty pumps had advanced and was touching his foot. He’d never realised before what a turn-on a foot nudge could be. Heat rushed up his leg, swirled into his groin.
God, he wanted to fuck Polly tonight. Go deep inside her, lose himself, forget there was a world outside of him and her, wrap her up in his arms afterwards and hold her close until morning.
“Why don’t we go back to my place?” she said. “I’ve got lemons and gin and probably a bottle of tonic. Unless you need to eat first?”
“I’ve eaten enough chocolate cake to sink a ship and I made myself an omelette earlier.”
She laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know—it’s kind of cute, or a bit sad—you in Carts’ kitchen making an itsy-bitsy omelette for one.”
“I’ll have you know I make very good omelettes. And if you’re worried I need company, I could always make a two-person omelette for breakfast.”
“Now that’s a thought…” Her lips parted to show a tantalising glimpse of tongue. He wanted to kiss her. Take her against the car bonnet. Do all manner of things that were illegal in public. Libido brain bypassing all those logical synapses, knocking them out like skittles in a bowling alley.
“You know how to get to my place from here, don’t you?” she asked.
He gulped hard, because his throat was dry as sandpaper, nodded, touched her fingers lightly and felt hers coil around his for the briefest second. If she’d wrapped her hand around his cock it couldn’t have made every cell in his body jump higher. Pure elation hit like a drug.
“Sure do. See you in ten.” And with that, Solo turned and strode off towards his bike, his groin pummelling his brain into a delightful hot mess of anticipation.
* * *
When Polly got homeshe whizzed into her bedroom, threw the pile of clothes on the bed into a cupboard and slammed the door. Turned on the bedside lamps. Smoothed the bed covers—though why, when they were about to ruck them all up again, was anybody’s guess.
Her body was a thrumming, throbbing, delightful group of cells all bumping against each other with excitement.
