“Take as much time as you like,” she groaned.
It was all the response he needed. His tongue moved across her abdomen, devouring her and the cake, licking the cream and chocolate, stopping every few seconds to taunt her, tease her just a little more. Her hands grabbed at his head, running her fingers through his short hair, keeping his head firmly in place as he neared her breasts.
He slid one hand underneath her, unclipping the bra with relative ease and pushing it upwards. She arched towards him again, a gleam in her eyes, as he lifted one knee on to the table, then the other.
It groaned a little under their combined weight as plates started crashing all around them. His tongue flicked out. “Lisa, I promise you, that at some point I’ll give your desserts the attention they deserve.”
Desire flickered from her eyes as her hands moved from his head and ran down his spine, anchoring on his behind and pulling him against her.
“The desserts can wait,” she growled. “I can’t.”
Chapter Nine
‡
H er eyelids flickered open. She was comfortable. She was relaxed. And for the first time, in a long time, she felt sated.
A cool breeze fluttered over her warm skin. She shifted in her bed. That wasn’t quite right.
Her head filled with memories of last night. She slid her hand under the covers and frowned as it brushed against the skin on her thigh. Tacky. What was that?
She lifted up her white duvet and glanced underneath. Oh no. Color flooded her cheeks. There were chocolate smears around her breasts and that tacky feeling on the edge of her thigh was definitely huckleberry jam.
But most importantly there was no one lying next to her in bed.
She sat bolt upright. There was no sign of Adam at all. Her hand ran over the mattress. No warm bump. No evidence he’d been there at all.
The only scattered clothes across the bedroom floor were her own – and she definitely hadn’t opened the bedroom window. She clutched the covers to her chest. “Adam?”
Silence. Her voice echoed around the apartment.
She slid her legs out of the bed, her toes hitting the cool wooden floor. She ignored the discarded clothes and padded through to the living room with her duvet wrapped around her. It would have to go straight in the wash. Heaven knows how many desserts were smeared across it.
The kitchen was a mess. The remnants of their love-making session would take hours to clean. Her stomach twisted. For some tiny reason she’d hoped Adam might be here. That by some miracle he’d be sitting on her sofa, sipping coffee.
A blinking red light caught the corner of her eye. Her answering machine. She hurried towards it, pressing the button quickly.
The machine beeped. “Hi…Lisa. It’s me, Melody.”
She was going to be sick. She was going to be sick right now. Every hair was standing up on end on her body. She was angry at herself. For a second she’d hoped it was a message from Adam. But had she even given him her phone number? Instead, it was the last person she wanted to hear from.
Her sister’s hesitant voice continued. “I have news…I wanted to let you know that…you’re going to be an auntie.”
There was a wobble. Her legs definitely wobbled. She let herself sag down on the floor.
She could hear her sister suck in a breath, almost as if she were gathering her nerve, filling herself with determination. “Joe and I, we’re really happy. We’ve wanted this for the last year.” She paused for a second. “And there’s something else. I’ve had my scan already,” her voice shook, “I’m having a girl.” There was silence for a second as Lisa heard her suck in a deep breath to continue, “I’ve called mom and dad. They’re happy too. At least I think they want to be. This will be their first grandchild, Lisa. They should be able to enjoy it. But this thing between you and me is still hanging between us. Their loyalties are divided. I hate this, Lisa. I hate it . I want my sister back. I want an
It was all the response he needed. His tongue moved across her abdomen, devouring her and the cake, licking the cream and chocolate, stopping every few seconds to taunt her, tease her just a little more. Her hands grabbed at his head, running her fingers through his short hair, keeping his head firmly in place as he neared her breasts.
He slid one hand underneath her, unclipping the bra with relative ease and pushing it upwards. She arched towards him again, a gleam in her eyes, as he lifted one knee on to the table, then the other.
It groaned a little under their combined weight as plates started crashing all around them. His tongue flicked out. “Lisa, I promise you, that at some point I’ll give your desserts the attention they deserve.”
Desire flickered from her eyes as her hands moved from his head and ran down his spine, anchoring on his behind and pulling him against her.
“The desserts can wait,” she growled. “I can’t.”
Chapter Nine
‡
H er eyelids flickered open. She was comfortable. She was relaxed. And for the first time, in a long time, she felt sated.
A cool breeze fluttered over her warm skin. She shifted in her bed. That wasn’t quite right.
Her head filled with memories of last night. She slid her hand under the covers and frowned as it brushed against the skin on her thigh. Tacky. What was that?
She lifted up her white duvet and glanced underneath. Oh no. Color flooded her cheeks. There were chocolate smears around her breasts and that tacky feeling on the edge of her thigh was definitely huckleberry jam.
But most importantly there was no one lying next to her in bed.
She sat bolt upright. There was no sign of Adam at all. Her hand ran over the mattress. No warm bump. No evidence he’d been there at all.
The only scattered clothes across the bedroom floor were her own – and she definitely hadn’t opened the bedroom window. She clutched the covers to her chest. “Adam?”
Silence. Her voice echoed around the apartment.
She slid her legs out of the bed, her toes hitting the cool wooden floor. She ignored the discarded clothes and padded through to the living room with her duvet wrapped around her. It would have to go straight in the wash. Heaven knows how many desserts were smeared across it.
The kitchen was a mess. The remnants of their love-making session would take hours to clean. Her stomach twisted. For some tiny reason she’d hoped Adam might be here. That by some miracle he’d be sitting on her sofa, sipping coffee.
A blinking red light caught the corner of her eye. Her answering machine. She hurried towards it, pressing the button quickly.
The machine beeped. “Hi…Lisa. It’s me, Melody.”
She was going to be sick. She was going to be sick right now. Every hair was standing up on end on her body. She was angry at herself. For a second she’d hoped it was a message from Adam. But had she even given him her phone number? Instead, it was the last person she wanted to hear from.
Her sister’s hesitant voice continued. “I have news…I wanted to let you know that…you’re going to be an auntie.”
There was a wobble. Her legs definitely wobbled. She let herself sag down on the floor.
She could hear her sister suck in a breath, almost as if she were gathering her nerve, filling herself with determination. “Joe and I, we’re really happy. We’ve wanted this for the last year.” She paused for a second. “And there’s something else. I’ve had my scan already,” her voice shook, “I’m having a girl.” There was silence for a second as Lisa heard her suck in a deep breath to continue, “I’ve called mom and dad. They’re happy too. At least I think they want to be. This will be their first grandchild, Lisa. They should be able to enjoy it. But this thing between you and me is still hanging between us. Their loyalties are divided. I hate this, Lisa. I hate it . I want my sister back. I want an
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