Page 34 of One More Time
‘Uh, she says his dick’s like a volcano.’
Lucy laughed. ‘Excuse me, I think he fucks like a volcano,’ she teased.
‘Oh, yeah, that makes itlessof a sex song.’ Nicky chuckled.
Lucy defended, ‘But he’s also everything to her. See, says so right here,’ she said, pointing to her phone.
‘Scroll down a bit more,’ Nicky instructed. He smiled. ‘There’s also a lot of friction. And blasting.’
‘Okay, agree to disagree on that one.’ Lucy laughed. She looked back at her phone. ‘Oh, well here’s a couple, but—’
‘But what?’
‘I don’t think you’ll accept them,’ she said, holding the phone away playfully as he scooted closer and tried to have a look.
‘Why not?’
‘Sammy Hagar,’ she said slowly.
Nicky looked to the sky, pretending to be exasperated. He looked back down at her. ‘Okay, let me guess.’
He was close now. So much closer than he’d been just a minute before. She could smell the faintest hint of his cologne or bodywash. It smelled expensive and fucking delicious.
He locked those wild green eyes of his on hers. There was a twinkle there, roguish and hungry at once. It made Lucy’s heart beat faster. The man was flat-out mouthwatering.
‘“Why Can’t This Be Love?”’ he asked. For a second, as Lucy’s heart climbed into her throat, it struck her as a question. For her. A few terrifying seconds passed before she realized that it was the title of a Van Halen song.
‘Uh-huh, that’s one of ’em,’ she breathed, breaking contact with his voodoo rock-star eyes. ‘One more.’
‘“Love Comes Walking In,”’ he said.
‘The title is actually “Love Walks In,”’ she said. ‘Butyes.’ It came out breathless, an answer to the questions she felt pulsing off him. Questions she was unable to resist answering in the affirmative.
Nicky edged ever closer to her, a microscopic increment in the practical, but the sensation was something altogether different.
‘Any more?’ he asked, the words skimming across her skin in a tempting gust. ‘Maybe by someone else?’
Lucy felt her skin come alive, like a wave of sparks had shot down her arm and into her chest. Or maybe it was just a heart attack. Either way, she knew her life was about to take a turn.
‘Nope,’ she said defiantly.
‘Lucy.’
‘What?’ she scoffed.
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
She resisted connecting with his damn eyes again, but in the end it was futile. Lucy had to accept the sad truth that if Nicky Broome wanted to look at her, she would be there, looking right back.
‘Hey, Lucy?’ Nicky whispered.
‘Yeah?’ she whispered back.
‘I want to kiss you.’
She breathed, ‘I thought you wanted to take things slow.’
