Page 21 of Getting Lucky in London

“I can’t believe this rain.” She reached for her dress in the backseat and mopped the rivulets running down her face. Her hair was plastered to her head, the little bun in the back sagging sadly. “I just hope your mom’s suit isn’t ruined.”

“Where did you come from?” I turned the thermostat up to keep her from catching a chill and held up the umbrella. “I was watching for you.”

“Oh, sorry.” Rubbing her hands together, she leaned closer to the vents, her teeth chattering. “I finished early, so I was checking out that little shop across the way.”

Nodding, I took her hands in mine and held them to my mouth to warm them with my breath. “I need to get you home so you can dry out. I’m afraid the storm has put a damper on our plans for this afternoon.”

Leaning over the console, she huddled closer and smiled through a shiver. “I’ll bet you can think of all kinds offunto warm me up.”

That was all it took to get my mind off everything except getting her back to my place and getting her naked. I put the car in drive and pulled into traffic. She tugged her hair from the bun, shook it out, and gravitated to the vents again.

“How did your meeting go?” I asked before I did something stupid, like pulling into the nearest parking lot and dragging her across the seat to ride my dick.

She looked out the passenger window. “I think it went well. How about yours? Your errand, I mean.”

“All done, except I didn’t get to go by my office.”

“Don’t let me get in the way of your work. I can wait in the car.”

“There’s nothing that can’t wait.” Now, to get to the question I really wanted to ask. “Is all your business in London done?”

Turning to look at me, she asked, “Yes, why?”

I stopped at a traffic light and met her wary expression. “You said you were only in London for a few days. Last night, at the exhibit? I just wondered how many is a few?”

“I fly home Sunday.” Her eyes grew big. “Oh my God. I can’t leave if I can’t find those keys. My passport is in my suitcase.”

“Don’t worry, luv. We’ll find them.” Though I hadn’t really put that much effort into it, I almost wished they couldn’t be found.

“Danielle,” she said, her lips thinning.

The light changed, but I had to wait for the car in front of me to move. Easing forward, I darted a glance at her. “Can I ask why you don’t like it when I call you luv? It’s a term of endearment. You know I don’t mean anything sexually derogatory or condescending by it, right?”

She fiddled with the hem of the wool jacket, quiet for so long, I didn’t think she would answer.

When I pulled in front of my flat, she finally lifted her head and met my gaze, her eyes serious. “I understand you’re not being rude, but you don’t know me at all, so I’m not dear to you. I’m not your love.”

I put the car in park and killed the engine. Rain beat down on the roof, sounding louder in the silence between us. I really didn’t know what to say to that except to respond truthfully. “I would like very much to get to know you better.”

Her eyes softened, and for the first time, I noticed the flecks of gold hiding in the brown. I framed her face with my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist, but I kept it light and easy. But then she whimpered, gripped my shirt, and dragged me closer.

I angled her head and coaxed her tongue to dance with mine for a brief moment, then lifted my head. “Want to make out in the car like teenagers?”

Those big brown eyes twinkled playfully. “Absolutely.”

Her lips sought mine, and her arms snaked around my neck.

The rain raged on, but the only thing I heard was the beating of my heart and our combined heavy breathing. I fumbled for the button on the side of my seat, and the backrest began to recline. I dragged her with me until she lay across me and the console separating us.

“Wait.” She climbed over it and straddled me, and we both sighed as her pussy centered on my dick. Her hair veiled our faces, concealing us from the world.

She wiggled her hips and reared back. “Oh, that’s different.”

I cocked a brow. “It’s the same as it’s always been.”

A grin parted her lips. “I mean the silk lining of these pants against my…” She laughed. “Oh my God, I have to tell you, someone ripped off my panties last night.”

“You don’t say.” I grinned.

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