Page 27 of One More Time
He cleared the lust from his throat and managed to croak out, ‘What else is on the mix?’
‘Um, on this one I’ve got some Liz Phair, some Zeppelin. New York Dolls. Runaways. Sugarcubes. The Cure.’
‘Cool. What do you call it?’
Lucy angled her body toward him slightly. Her breast skimmed the skin of his forearm as she slung an elbow on the back of the sofa. He could feel her eyes on him, so looked up.
Her eyes locked on his, and without a single fucking blink she said, ‘Lucy’s Make-out Mix.’
It was hard to say who moved first, but somehow within seconds Nicky’s hand was splayed on Lucy’s back and her fingers were in his hair. Her tongue slipped past his teeth and the relief of it made him actually shiver.
The CD case slid to the floor with a bang. Lucy must have taken it as an opening, because she pulled her knees up on the sofa and slung one around his hips, straddling him.
Nicky’s hands slid up her thighs and wrapped around her ass, pulling her closer. So close. Not close enough.
Lucy broke the kiss, rested her forehead on his as she tried to catch her breath.
‘I love this song,’ he mumbled as the first chords of ‘Summer Babe’ by Pavement started up.
Lucy laughed. The sound made his heart thrum like an Eddie Van Halen guitar solo. Half admiration, half longing.
‘Should I go back over to my side of the couch?’ she teased. ‘Let you listen?’
‘No,’ he said into the hot, salty hollow of her neck. ‘I can do two things at once.’
He pulled her hips in hard to his, the fly of his jeans pressing into hers. She groaned, a frustrated kind of bellow.
‘More,’ she demanded.
‘Bedroom?’
Her lips said, ‘Yes,’ but her tone said,Finally.
She scrambled out of his hold and headed for the door. She flipped a light switch as she went past, and the music around him went dead.
Her voice drifted out from somewhere inside the house. ‘Nicky! Are you coming?’
He blew out the candles and took off after her.
Nicky found her down a little hallway, an open door with a soft haze of light drifting out. As he crossed the threshold, ‘Summer Babe’ started up again, this time from a small pink boom box on the nightstand.
‘The same mix?’ He laughed.
She nodded. ‘Copies.’
‘I always knew you were a smart girl,’ he said.
She crossed the room to him, and immediately grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head in one swift tug.
‘What’s yours called?’ she asked as she went to work on her own shirt, whipping it off without a hint of self-consciousness.
Nicky’s brain shorted out. Her bra was black and lacy, and he could just make out her nipples. ‘My, uh, what?’
She tugged off an elastic band from one hair bun, and then the other. They came loose with a pop and unfurled like a magic trick. Long, smooth brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders.
‘The mix. In the car,’ she said, unbuttoning the fly of her jeans.
Oh, Jesus. Matching black lace panties.
