Page 95 of Heart Match

We hear laughter across the room, and I focus on my boy again—as Dad would say—and my stomach flips and turns and reminds me I now am officially his girlfriend, and he’s going home with me tonight.

When he comes back to the table, he whispers in my ear, ‘You have that look on your face again.’ He sits by my side, and we have one more drink. It’s the longest drink ever. He tortures me, sliding his hand between my thighs, over the light fabric of my black dress.

‘Should we have our first dance ever, tonight?’ he whispers in my ear, making all my hair stand on end.

‘Now?’

‘Yes.’ Another whisper, and I don’t even give it a second thought.

When I look at him, his face is lit up with anticipation and excitement.

My boy. My boyfriend. My Luc.

I’m surprised by how well he can dance, and by how he makes me feel comfortable despite all the stares and cameras. A slow song is playing in the background, but all I hear is his heart beating against my ear. I’m so overwhelmed and inebriated by the moment, I close my eyes and try to relax and let go of what’s around. It must be one of the scariest, yet most rewarding moments of my life.

Then he finally says, ‘Let’s get out of here.’

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We’re back in the place where we met, the lift, and finally alone again. Luc presses the button to my floor amidst demanding kisses. I’m between him, his erection and the lift’s mirror. I have the feeling the mirror will need to be cleaned after our ride up. He moves his mouth down to my collarbone and begins to suck on my skin. The contact of his warm tongue to my sensitive skin is so arousing I bite my lower lip to avoid letting out a moan.

‘Are you giving me a hickey?’ I ask, smiling.

‘Yes,’ he whispers against my skin, then resumes his work.

‘It’s my first,’ I say.

He looks up under heated eyes.

‘Good,’ he rasps, then continues.

When the lift doors open he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms tight around his neck. In front of my door, we fumble for my keys in my tiny clutch when we hear, ‘Who’s there?’

We can’t help but laugh.

‘Just me again, Mrs. Thompson,’ I say as Luc manages to fish my keys out of my clutch. I’m still straddling him, but now pressed against my flat’s door.

‘Easier than the first time,’ he says, grinning, taking me briefly down memory lane to the night we met.

‘The bag’s smaller too,’ I smirk.

I drop my pink heels on the way to the bedroom. He places me sitting on the bed and makes me watch him slowly strip off his black tux, then bow tie. Then, with one hand, his skilled fingers open his white shirt button after button. Taking his time. When he’s done, he leaves it on, but now I can follow his happy trail down to the Calvin Klein’s I’ve grown so familiar with.

He steps closer to stand between my legs. I already made a mess of his hair in the lift, the combination of it and his hard chest with his open shirt does things to my body I can’t even explain.

He slowly begins to move my dress up my thighs. The anticipation of what’s about to come makes me hold my breath.

‘All this time, you weren’t wearing anything underneath this dress?’ he grins wickedly and shakes his head in disbelief.

‘I thought you needed some help after such a long and hard day,’ I say, mostly teasing.

He pulls the dress up and over my head then watches me as he unzips his pants. My nipples harden and everything within me contracts and flutters with need for him. I hadn’t realised how badly I missed him—as if he was part of me.

Once he steps out of his clothes, he watches me for a second and reaches for my face, our eyes connected with no intention of parting ways whatsoever.

I give him my I-want-to-fuck-you stare as he rasps, ‘Make love to me, Olivia.’

‘Yes,’ I whisper.

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