AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The man who put that blissed-out smile on her face.
“Ok?” I ask, reaching over and gently tugging her wig back into place. Lola grins at me, giggling.
“Ok … yeah, just about,” she drawls. “I think the bar on ‘ok’ just got raised.”
“Give me ten minutes, and we’ll see what we can do to get that up to a ‘fine’.” I let out a yawn, suddenly exhausted from this whirlwind night. I sling an arm around her shoulder, and she nestles closer, shivering.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I realize she’s practically naked and pluck her catsuit from the ground.
We both look at it. The skimpy garment looks barely large enough to cover one leg. Lola snorts. “I think that’s a losing battle,” she says with a grin.
I quickly take my leather jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. She snuggles into the folds, looking sleepy and flushed, and …
… surprisingly adorable for a mysterious temptress who eats men like me for breakfast.
“Do you need to be anywhere?” she asks, blinking up at me. “I know we should probably go, but …”
“We don’t need to go anywhere,” I reassure her. “Not just yet.”
I settle back on the chaise, and tuck her against my chest. Lola curls there against me, letting out a sleepy yawn.
It’s you,I think, tightening my arms around her. I don’t know how, or why just yet…
But it’s her.
* * *
When I wake,dawn is breaking over the rooftops. I’m chilled to the bone by the grey November morning.
And she’s gone.
4
IVY
I drive backto Milford Falls as the sun is rising over the mountains, heat blasting from my rattling Honda vents, and the Chicks playing low on the stereo. I’m bone-deep tired, with a killer crick in my neck from sleeping on that damn broken chaise, but my whole body feels wired, buzzing with giddy disbelief.
What did Idolast night?
I laugh out loud, still not able to wrap my head around it. Whowasthat seductive woman, smoldering at Reeve over her ice cream cone? Nobody I’ve ever been before, that’s for sure. And when he dropped to his knees on the rooftop, and set about driving me crazy with his nimble fingers and clever tongue …
My stomach twists over again at the memory.
God, that was spectacular. And not just because of his obvious skill. No, I was different, too. I didn’t wonder if I was whimpering too loudly, or if the catsuit had left ugly strap-marks on my thighs, or a hundred other self-conscious insecurities I usually have to battle with, fooling around with someone new.
Nope, I just went with it. Giving myself up to the pleasure, letting it all go. I was gloriously, deliciously, wildly uninhibited …
Well, Lola was.
My glow of satisfaction fades a little, replaced with a sprinkle of guilt. A part of me feels bad for sneaking out on Reeve before sunrise like this, but I figure I’m doing the both of us a favor with my discreet escape. After all, it wasn’t actuallymethat had Reeve panting all night. It was Lola, the confident, mysterious, lock picking super spy. And if I had stuck around…?
Well, I can just imagine his disappointment in the cold light of day when his wanton seductress turned out to be … a small-town historian with zero actual glamor or mystery. No Spandex, just fuzzy turtlenecks. No wicked lipstick, just Chapstick. No schedule packed with wild midnight adventures, just a mug of chamomile tea, my favorite quilt, and a new episode ofThe Great British Bake-Off.
I sigh, reluctant. I wish it could be different. ThatIcould be different. There were moments when I felt a real connection with him beneath that red-hot chemistry, bantering back and forth … but Reeve said it himself: he’s only in town for a brief vacation. Last night was out of character for the both of us. Better to leave the fantasy intact.
Who wants to deal with reality, anyway?
* * *
