naked, but since we’re trying to be good…” She arched an eyebrow as if checking with him to make sure that was still the rule. He arched an eyebrow back to indicate that, yes, indeed, it was. “We should arrive early enough to snag a discreet back table. Nobody’ll even notice us. Except the waiter, I hope.”
“Lead the way.” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and pressed a soft, warm kiss onto it.
“Mind if I stop in the lobby bathroom on the way out? It’s been a while since I’ve looked into a mirror.”
“It’s not necessary. But that’s fine.”
In the downstairs restroom, Trish did what she could with lip gloss, concealer, eyeliner, and a comb. When she rejoined Adam and led him out of the building, she didn’t give Kurt a thought. They walked to the blues club, filling the few blocks with happy talk of how lucky they were to have had such a nice day, how beautiful the sunset had been, and how lovely the evening air felt.
At the small, dark club, they claimed a rounded booth against the wall. An efficient waiter set them up with dirty martinis. The band hadn’t come on stage yet, so recorded tunes played in the background. Trish and Adam clinked glasses and toasted a successful second date. The liquor and the spell cast by the sunset fused within Trish to create a warm glow.
They were on their next round of drinks when the lights dimmed even further. The thrumming twang of a blues guitar riff throbbed throughout the room. Brass instruments and percussions joined in to set the rhythm by which Trish’s heart beat. The lead singer stepped to the microphone, sending his aching lamentations straight through her. She and Adam sat in silence, her back toward him as she faced the stage, sipping her drink and letting the atmospheric performance soak in.
She was ever so grateful she’d left her hair twisted up when Adam’s thumb tickled back and forth over the curve at the base of her neck. His fingers rested on the flesh of her shoulder, and she swore she felt him touch a feather-light kiss to her bare back. Closing her eyes, she took a generous sip from her glass, barely managing to set it gracefully back onto the table without spilling. The sensations pulsing through her were nearly overwhelming. When his fingertips trailed across her throat and up to her jaw, inching her face around to his, she was done for.
Their mouths pressed together, hot but moving more languidly over each other than they had on the rooftop. With the sultry rhythm floating all around them, they were in no hurry. They had nothing to do but taste and explore each other. The safety of the crowded room would keep them within the confines of their self-imposed rules.
Chapter 10
“I S WEAR M Y J AW W AS S ORE for two days straight,” Trish told Lyssa. She’d arrived in Boston the night before. The girls had stayed up late talking, slept in, and were having a lazy morning around the apartment, staying in their jammies and drinking coffee while they talked some more. Trish was in the midst of relaying her marathon date with Adam.
Lyssa held up a hand to stop her. “Please leave out the details that caused said soreness.”
Trish hurled a throw pillow at her friend, who sat on the rug. “I only meant from kissing.”
Lyssa’s eyes went wide when the pillow knocked into her shoulder, jostling her half-filled mug. “Hey! Don’t make me spill in Hayden’s pristine beige and white palace.” Her boyfriend had left early that morning for work. It was a Thursday, but Lyssa wouldn’t start classes until the following month.
Trish leaned against the low arm of the sleek, blond sofa that had served as her bed. Hugging a white pillow to her chest, she gazed out the long, eleventh floor windows at several tall buildings in Boston’s financial district. “This is a great pad—even if its elegant sheers let in an abundance of sunlight at an ungodly hour.”
“Sorry about that. I guess we’re not quite
“Lead the way.” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and pressed a soft, warm kiss onto it.
“Mind if I stop in the lobby bathroom on the way out? It’s been a while since I’ve looked into a mirror.”
“It’s not necessary. But that’s fine.”
In the downstairs restroom, Trish did what she could with lip gloss, concealer, eyeliner, and a comb. When she rejoined Adam and led him out of the building, she didn’t give Kurt a thought. They walked to the blues club, filling the few blocks with happy talk of how lucky they were to have had such a nice day, how beautiful the sunset had been, and how lovely the evening air felt.
At the small, dark club, they claimed a rounded booth against the wall. An efficient waiter set them up with dirty martinis. The band hadn’t come on stage yet, so recorded tunes played in the background. Trish and Adam clinked glasses and toasted a successful second date. The liquor and the spell cast by the sunset fused within Trish to create a warm glow.
They were on their next round of drinks when the lights dimmed even further. The thrumming twang of a blues guitar riff throbbed throughout the room. Brass instruments and percussions joined in to set the rhythm by which Trish’s heart beat. The lead singer stepped to the microphone, sending his aching lamentations straight through her. She and Adam sat in silence, her back toward him as she faced the stage, sipping her drink and letting the atmospheric performance soak in.
She was ever so grateful she’d left her hair twisted up when Adam’s thumb tickled back and forth over the curve at the base of her neck. His fingers rested on the flesh of her shoulder, and she swore she felt him touch a feather-light kiss to her bare back. Closing her eyes, she took a generous sip from her glass, barely managing to set it gracefully back onto the table without spilling. The sensations pulsing through her were nearly overwhelming. When his fingertips trailed across her throat and up to her jaw, inching her face around to his, she was done for.
Their mouths pressed together, hot but moving more languidly over each other than they had on the rooftop. With the sultry rhythm floating all around them, they were in no hurry. They had nothing to do but taste and explore each other. The safety of the crowded room would keep them within the confines of their self-imposed rules.
Chapter 10
“I S WEAR M Y J AW W AS S ORE for two days straight,” Trish told Lyssa. She’d arrived in Boston the night before. The girls had stayed up late talking, slept in, and were having a lazy morning around the apartment, staying in their jammies and drinking coffee while they talked some more. Trish was in the midst of relaying her marathon date with Adam.
Lyssa held up a hand to stop her. “Please leave out the details that caused said soreness.”
Trish hurled a throw pillow at her friend, who sat on the rug. “I only meant from kissing.”
Lyssa’s eyes went wide when the pillow knocked into her shoulder, jostling her half-filled mug. “Hey! Don’t make me spill in Hayden’s pristine beige and white palace.” Her boyfriend had left early that morning for work. It was a Thursday, but Lyssa wouldn’t start classes until the following month.
Trish leaned against the low arm of the sleek, blond sofa that had served as her bed. Hugging a white pillow to her chest, she gazed out the long, eleventh floor windows at several tall buildings in Boston’s financial district. “This is a great pad—even if its elegant sheers let in an abundance of sunlight at an ungodly hour.”
“Sorry about that. I guess we’re not quite
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