don’t need to change, angel,” Nick told her and pushed aside a tendril of her hair.
Nick stared at her. Reading the letter. Taking in the implications of what she’d said.
He probably did think she was completely nuts now. He may well be right.
She saw his eyes skim over the letter and its itemised instructions on how to vamp it up and put the oomph into her sex life. Only she guessed she’d already failed by showing him it. Now she was taking the mystique away by showing the object of her affections the truth. But he’d told her his truths.
She figured he deserved some insights back.
Nick held her hand and kissed it. Deliciously. And she wanted to stay like that all night long. They’d made a breakthrough. They were friends now. And friends was pretty damn good.
And then before she could object he kissed her. His lips met hers and she was sunk. He tasted like honeyed wine and every brand of temptation. She wanted him more than she had done at Chez Angelle. That warmth beneath her touch. His open mouth, melting over hers.
The shudder that jumped through her veins at the chemistry.
Like live electricity. Like jamming a knife in a still plugged-in toaster without thought for the frazzled brain cells.
And suddenly Ailsa knew that playing the vamp was all well and good. But her being the innocent, surprised recipient of his kiss felt so much better when the results were this heart-felt.
He pushed his hands in her hair, caressed her face.
And soon she was under him on the bed, wriggling out of her clothes. Panting and wanting him inside her more than ever. But Nick stalled her clothes removal with a smile.
“Slow it down, angel. Let’s just kiss like teenagers for a while.”
***
Ailsa let out a long sigh and lent her head on his shoulder. Nick’s face was inches from hers.
“Ailsa,” Nick said quickly, hoarsely. “I’ll have to go.”
His voice was smoky. “Otherwise we’re right back again on that old sex conundrum.”
“Don’t go,” Ailsa whispered. “Please.”
“Do you know how hard it is being a Manager at twenty three and having a lovely nineteen year old hand deliver you coffee and choc fingers knowing all she wants is you and all you have to do is ask?”
The pause hung heavy. Ailsa even gulped on super slow and watched as she gathered her thoughts.
“I think I need to do the right thing again tonight and go.” Nick rose and shouldered his coat then he sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. “Look. I’ll call a cab. I’ll call you okay. No pressure. We’ll work together this week and get things into perspective.”
Then she reached out. Lightly copper tinted nails kept him captive
She sat on the bed, pulled him by the arm.
“Don’t go,” she urged.
Ailsa saw Nick look at her fluffy slippers strewn by the bed. Giant mice. They both laughed.
“Told you I’m not really a vamp. In case you hadn’t worked that out yet.”
“I don’t know; I could make room in my personal fantasy list for a naked Ailsa in giant mice slippers.”
He took her face between strong hands. Nick kissed her like she wanted him to. A Herculean kiss that took no prisoners and promised no lies. All hot fire and deep urgent longing. And bonfires on top of mountain tops burned and roared.
His hands were in her hair, pulling her clothes out of his way. Grasping, teasing and she was revelling in the touch, since the longing had caused such an ache. An ache that existed in her hollow void of need since they’d met.
“I want you so much.”
“Me too,” she whispered, “so much.”
Ailsa knew that she’d been sunk when Nick kissed her under the New Year’s fireworks. He’d spoiled her for any other man when he’d smiled in that soul-bending way she’d known she had to have him.
And finally that moment was now.
***
They lay on the bed skin to skin. Kissing every few seconds; it really wasn’t a dream.
It was two in the morning. He lay beside her in his shirt and trousers she wore her
Nick stared at her. Reading the letter. Taking in the implications of what she’d said.
He probably did think she was completely nuts now. He may well be right.
She saw his eyes skim over the letter and its itemised instructions on how to vamp it up and put the oomph into her sex life. Only she guessed she’d already failed by showing him it. Now she was taking the mystique away by showing the object of her affections the truth. But he’d told her his truths.
She figured he deserved some insights back.
Nick held her hand and kissed it. Deliciously. And she wanted to stay like that all night long. They’d made a breakthrough. They were friends now. And friends was pretty damn good.
And then before she could object he kissed her. His lips met hers and she was sunk. He tasted like honeyed wine and every brand of temptation. She wanted him more than she had done at Chez Angelle. That warmth beneath her touch. His open mouth, melting over hers.
The shudder that jumped through her veins at the chemistry.
Like live electricity. Like jamming a knife in a still plugged-in toaster without thought for the frazzled brain cells.
And suddenly Ailsa knew that playing the vamp was all well and good. But her being the innocent, surprised recipient of his kiss felt so much better when the results were this heart-felt.
He pushed his hands in her hair, caressed her face.
And soon she was under him on the bed, wriggling out of her clothes. Panting and wanting him inside her more than ever. But Nick stalled her clothes removal with a smile.
“Slow it down, angel. Let’s just kiss like teenagers for a while.”
***
Ailsa let out a long sigh and lent her head on his shoulder. Nick’s face was inches from hers.
“Ailsa,” Nick said quickly, hoarsely. “I’ll have to go.”
His voice was smoky. “Otherwise we’re right back again on that old sex conundrum.”
“Don’t go,” Ailsa whispered. “Please.”
“Do you know how hard it is being a Manager at twenty three and having a lovely nineteen year old hand deliver you coffee and choc fingers knowing all she wants is you and all you have to do is ask?”
The pause hung heavy. Ailsa even gulped on super slow and watched as she gathered her thoughts.
“I think I need to do the right thing again tonight and go.” Nick rose and shouldered his coat then he sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. “Look. I’ll call a cab. I’ll call you okay. No pressure. We’ll work together this week and get things into perspective.”
Then she reached out. Lightly copper tinted nails kept him captive
She sat on the bed, pulled him by the arm.
“Don’t go,” she urged.
Ailsa saw Nick look at her fluffy slippers strewn by the bed. Giant mice. They both laughed.
“Told you I’m not really a vamp. In case you hadn’t worked that out yet.”
“I don’t know; I could make room in my personal fantasy list for a naked Ailsa in giant mice slippers.”
He took her face between strong hands. Nick kissed her like she wanted him to. A Herculean kiss that took no prisoners and promised no lies. All hot fire and deep urgent longing. And bonfires on top of mountain tops burned and roared.
His hands were in her hair, pulling her clothes out of his way. Grasping, teasing and she was revelling in the touch, since the longing had caused such an ache. An ache that existed in her hollow void of need since they’d met.
“I want you so much.”
“Me too,” she whispered, “so much.”
Ailsa knew that she’d been sunk when Nick kissed her under the New Year’s fireworks. He’d spoiled her for any other man when he’d smiled in that soul-bending way she’d known she had to have him.
And finally that moment was now.
***
They lay on the bed skin to skin. Kissing every few seconds; it really wasn’t a dream.
It was two in the morning. He lay beside her in his shirt and trousers she wore her
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