‘What other options did you have in mind?’ Fascinated, she moved closer.
‘Strikes me you have an interesting mind of your own, Roxie. What have you thought about?’
The heat flushed through her body. She didn’t know if she should answer that.
His eyes gleamed and he leaned closer so they were almost, almost touching. ‘Don’t try and tell me you haven’t thought about a few things.’
Okay, so it was going to be more than once. He was right, there was a lot she’d yet to experience. And she wanted to try it all with him.
‘You might regret asking this,’ she breathed. ‘Because the whole time you’ve been out exercising. I’ve been sleeping. You might not have the stamina to keep up with me.’
‘Somehow I think I’ll cope.’ He swallowed. ‘So you want to investigate this further?’
‘There isn’t a “this” between us.’ There couldn’t be. She wasfree,that was the whole point.
‘No, I meant your sensual nature. Don’t you want to explore that some more?’
Oh, she did. She really, really did. With him.
‘And which was more fun?’ he asked. ‘The fantasy or the reality?’
‘This is all a kind of fantasy,’ she said honestly.
‘Okay.’ He nodded. ‘But while you can pretend your hands are mine, there are a couple of things you need me in the flesh for, right?’
Oh, yeah, she needed that flesh. Badly. She moved another step towards him. ‘I’m going away at the end of the season.’
‘We’ll be done before then anyway. Easy, right?’
‘Really easy.’ Oh, just so easy, so nothing more.
He walked closer to meet her. ‘So what other ways, Roxie? Standing, sitting, doggy, on a table, in the shower?’
‘Reverse cowgirl.’
‘What?’
‘Reverse cowgirl.’
A distracted look crossed his face. ‘Sure, that too.’
‘Shall we draw up a list?’ ’Cos she had a large number of ideas in her head already.
‘By all means write up a list. So long as I can add to it. Hold this.’ He thrust the bottle into her hands then swooped and picked her up. She giggled as he strode out of her little flat, down the stairs, not stopping ’til he’d barged into his own bedroom. ‘And there has to be some room for spontaneity.’
It seemed sometimes spontaneity involved a champagne shower.
When Gabe woke the next morning—alone—he spotted a single sheet of paper Blu-tacked to the wall. On it was a neatly written list. Bullet points and everything. He both blushed and chuckled as he read it. Seemed Roxie had a flair for fantasy—or had some tantric sex manual stashed somewhere, because even he wasn’t sure what she meant by some of those suggestions. But, man, was he happy at the thought of finding out. On the negative side, it meant his day at the stadium dragged unbelievably slowly.
She was in the garden when he got home. But he thought he should try to hold off for at least five minutes, to prove to himself that he could more than anything. He made a show of looking at the ridiculously huge, abundant green garden, trying not to explode at the way she stroked his chest in explicit welcome.
‘You have enough vegetables here to feed the team three times over,’ he said.
Roxie gave the beds a fleeting glance, really not caring about them that second. ‘There’s not that many. I can eat a lot.’
She saw him glance over her skeptically.
‘When you only eat plant, you eat a lot of plant,’ she pointed out.
