‘Did you want to come to mine for wine?’ I said.
He swallowed. ‘Certainly. Yes.’
There was a tension in the car. We did not touch each other. Occasionally, his dark eyes glittered at me, making my heart pound.
He got out of the car at my house and then helped me out. My dress slid, and the slit revealed my entire leg as I climbed out and he reacted by moistening his lips and inclining his head. The minute I closed the cab door, his lips launched at me.
I walked backwards through my gate, groaning as he started touching me. One of his hands was on my waist, the other had pushed down a dress strap and then ran down over my chest.
Time with us not together was time wasted. I adored him. We should do this forever.
I found the keys in my little clutch and put them in his hands, so I could keep my lips busy with his jaw.
We stepped further back into the cool, dark house. I found the switch for the air conditioning and heard it fire up. In the dark hallway of my house, the hall that had every single bedroom off it, Nick and I were against a wall and content not to move.
He felt so good under my hands, both familiar and solid. It had been too long since I had felt him, and the time we had spent together these last two weeks had been tortured and angsty, full of pain and longing. I craved him. He was so confident touching me that my body was readying itself for him, a low heat burning through me and settling deep in my stomach. I could feel wetness between my legs and I pushed his hand off my erect nipple, which he had gained access to by pulling my breast out of my dress, and moved it with intent down in that direction.
He needed very little encouragement. Lifting the skirt of my dress, I leaned further back into the wall for support, easing my leg slightly wider for him as he pushed my underwear aside. His other hand was against my throat, angling my jaw where his mouth wanted it, and he pulled away, tilting my chin up until I met his eyes before running his fingers along my seam.
I moaned, closing my eyes and sliding my hand over his hard cock.
‘Do not close your eyes, Abbey. I want to see you.’
They sprang back open.
He plunged two fingers into the pool of moisture he had created, and I ground my hips down onto him, moaning.
‘You have no idea how much you are going to enjoy the next two weeks, baby,’ he said as he pulled out of me, circling my clit. ‘I am going to make you come so many times.’
I was trying desperately to maintain focus on unzipping his fly and freeing the object of my desire, but he kept his thumb on me while sliding his fingers into the soaked desperate mess that I was, making it hard to think of anything but how it felt.
‘Nick,’ I breathed.
‘Do you feel how wet you are, Abbey? I cannot wait to fuck you, honey. Holiday Nick and Holiday Abbey for two more weeks.’ His fingers kept up a steady movement against my grinding hips and I found my breathing becoming less frequent and heavier.
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I gripped the back of his neck, keeping him where he was, silently giving into it. But as I came down, at some point, his words came back to me.
‘What do you mean about the two weeks?’ I whispered.
‘I’m officially free, discharged of the last of my duties with Delacqua. I’m here for two weeks, I’m on holiday. I can be Holiday Nick, for you. Holiday Nick for two weeks.’
He went to kiss me again, and I kissed him back, instinctively, but then I pulled away. Disappointment dropped into my stomach, like a massive sinking stone.
‘Nick, I …’ He kissed me again. ‘Wait, wait … stop.’
‘Abbey?’
‘No.’
‘No, what?’
‘I don’t want that.’
What the fuck, Abbey? Why? Why do you not want this very, very hot man for two whole weeks?
‘Why?’ he asked.
‘Is that what this is?’ My grandmother was echoing in my head and part of me was cursing her.
