Page 20 of Breakaway Heart
“I want you to think up some interesting questions to ask, and at least pretend you’re interested in the answers.”
“Okay. Also…” Randy rubbed the back of his neck, soothing himself. “I just wanted to say, I had a nice time tonight, Lucy. Thank you.”
“Oh my! You actually meant that, didn’t you?”
He smiled shyly.
“Hey, before I go… What’s the deal with that dog?”
“Jefferson? He’s cool. Caught him sniffing around my trash one day, half a chicken sandwich later, and we’re best friends.
“He’s also just had a few weeks of pampering in the gold standard of pet hotels while I was doing that fucking villa thing. Gwyneth Paltrow’s dog was there! Kind of love that a street mongrel was mixing it with those elite bitches.”
I frowned at him.
“I was talking about the dogs!”
As I got up from my chair, Randall stood at the same time, and we were suddenly closer than I’d anticipated. I could feel his energy against mine. My body stirred and considered the possibilities of this closeness. I hoped myeyes didn’t give away the strange feelings that were bubbling up in that moment.
“Really, why don’t you stay?” He asked, gently. There were colors in those words, a meaning that wasn’t quite what they said, but we knew what they meant.
You mean stay with you. Let your hands travel over my skin. Explore me, touch me, taste me…
I gulped as my brain teased a series of thoughts and a sweet rush of feelings at what staying would mean. A vibrant glimpse of arousal began to soften my skin and make my blood warmer.
The honk of my car from the driveway pulled us out of the moment. Had it not, he might have put his hands on me, and I could have fallen completely into the spell that was taking shape between us.
As he helped me into my jacket, there was something different in his expression. Something deep and intelligent, considering something that I could only wonder about.
“Goodnight, Randy.”
“Goodnight, Lucy.”
8
A HOT SIGH
Back in the car, I finally let out a long, hot sigh. Half of relief, half of exasperation. I’d left Randy’s just in time. An intense horniness was stretching across my body and now I couldn’t shake the exciting, insistent idea of it. Of hands grasping my thighs, of his breath on my ear, his lips on my neck, his weight on top of me. I was urgently in need of a long, hot session that would take me out of myself and into a sweeter state of pulsing ecstasy.
Even my fingers brushing against my own thigh made my breath hot and heavy.Fuck. I really needed this car to get me back to my room before I exploded in a juicy mess in the backseat. It had been some time since I’d felt this overwhelmed by the idea of fucking and the intensity both surprised and agonised me.
By the time we arrived back at Adonis, the fantasies running through my head were barely contained ripples of erotic delight, erupting in shivers through me. Desire prickled my skin, made my blood feel weak with a rush of wild chemicals. I needed touch, and I needed it rightgoddamn now. I snuck back into the hotel and went straight for the elevator with only one primal urge in my head.
Relieved to be back in the safety and privacy of my room, I didn’t even wait to get comfortable. The insistent urge of pleasure made me fall back against the closed door, my fingers running furiously under my skirt, searching for blissful, sweet release.Oh, Randall, I whimpered helplessly, both ashamed and thrilled at the same time as I let all the thoughts inside finally escape and run wild…
As I lay panting and sated on the bed, I began to quickly dismiss the ridiculous excitement that had just swept me up. It wasn’t him, itcouldn’tbe him. I’d probably be turned on by literally anyone right now. But also, I was meant to see him again tomorrow. Would my body react the same? Would all this come flooding back? Would I even resist it if it did? Mercifully, my spiraling thoughts were stopped in their tracks by Hannah calling.
“Okay, lady. Spill it!” She said, desperate to hear the gossip.
I chuckled and took her through the evening, leaving out the intense feelings I’d had when I left.
“So, he’s the perfect date?”
“In a way. But only because I’m telling him exactly what to do.”
“Um, this is low-key amazing. You actually get to direct how the date goes? So, you get everything you want!”
“I suppose so. I mean, remember every bad date, or evenalmost gooddate, you’ve been on? Then imagine that you could simply adjust all those little annoying things.”
