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He studies me a second longer and I wish so hard I could read minds. There seems to be so much going on behind those endless blues and I can’t get a handle on any of it.
‘You ready to see my toy?’
‘Your...’I frown, jarred by his sudden shift in focus. ‘I can feel your toy well enough now.’
His chuckle is low as he steps back, righting my dress for me as he does so, and I wonder at his composure, at his desire to break the connection.
Does he really thinknowis the time for showing me histoy?
‘You don’t want to go upstairs?’ I eye his obvious erection, straining behind his zip. He can’t seriously want to delay his own release, but he turns away from me.
‘I promised you a look this evening...’
He walks over to the only other vehicle in here. It’s covered in a tailormade dust sheet that’s so fitted I could probably take a guess at what’s beneath.
‘I won’t hold you to it.’ I give a jittery laugh. ‘In fact, I could just as easily see it in the morning...if you’ll have me stay.’
‘It won’t take long.’ I don’t miss the fact that he doesn’t answer my thinly veiled request to spend the night. ‘She doesn’t get driven much, hence the cover.’
He hunches down to tug at the bottom corner of the sheet and I nod as I still grapple with the shift from passion to cars. And don’t get me wrong, Ilovecars; it just appears I love sex with Valentine more. Dangerous territory, even for me.
‘I restored her with my father in my teens. I think it was his attempt at keeping me grounded and at home a little more than football would have had me.’
I walk up to him, taking in this extra titbit while my legs tremble beneath me, all shaky from the explosive orgasm he just delivered...and swiftly seems to have forgotten.
‘So...’ I smooth a hand through my ponytail, seeking the same level of composure as him ‘...your father wasn’t a football fan?’
‘Not particularly.’ He starts to roll back the sheet and my jaw drops at what’s beneath. I was wrong;thisI never would have guessed at. ‘Cars were more his thing and it was something we could do together, you know, bond over.’
I’m listening to him, but my eyes are all for the car now as I bend forward and lightly sweep my palm along the curve that leads from the headlamp up.
‘I can’t believe it.’
His eyes drift to me as he continues to unveil the beauty that, even with all my motoring experience, I’ve never managed to see in the flesh.
‘You own a Lamborghini Miura.’
He tugs the cover off the end with a grin. ‘You really do know your cars.’
‘I told you, they’re a passion. Though for me it was an attempt atgainingmy father’s attention, rather than the other way around.’
‘You really did crave his attention?’
I flinch a little. I can’t help it. His far too astute observation that because my father failed to give it to me I took it from Nathan instead cuts deep. But the more I think about it, the more I know he’s right. Both him and Fee. And it’s worse because with my father I refused to change; with Nathan I did the opposite. Seeking to please him and keep his attention regardless of what it was I wanted or preferred.
‘Yes, I did. Don’t get me wrong, he was a good man, he loved me, my sister, my mother, but he was a product of his time. Girls had their place and it wasn’t in the garage.’
‘Hence the putting you in a certain box comment.’
‘Exactly.’ I flick him a look, impressed that he remembered. ‘I think he was secretly disappointed he never had a boy.’
‘I take it he’s not around any more?’
‘No. It’s just Mum, my sister and me. The girls.’ I smile at him. ‘He made me all the more determined to succeed in a man’s world though.’
‘And succeed you did.’
I see the admiration in his gaze and it warms me through.
