“Of course.”
“Alright.” I slug back some champagne, checking we are still alone. “On the plane with you was the first time I ever…” I trail off, waiting for him to connect the dots, but he looks mystified. “It was the first time I ever, um”—I clear my throat—“climaxed.”
His mouth forms a small O shape. “You hadn’t climaxed during sex before?”
“No, I hadn’t—” I shake my head, cringing. God, why did I mention this? “Um, I hadn’teverbefore.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Never?”
“Never.”
“Until…”
“Yep.”
His eyelids fall to half-mast and a breath gusts out of him. “So… I gave you your first orgasm.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding.
“Holy—” he breaks off with a little growl. “Harriet, why are you telling me this?”
I lift a shoulder. “I don’t know. It was a big deal for me, and you made it happen. I thought you might like to know.”
A scowl drags his eyebrows together and he reaches for his glass. “You shouldn’t have told me,” he mutters, knocking back his champagne. Then he sits there, seething at me.
I frown. “Why are you being such a dick?”
“Excuse me?”
“Tonight, Luke. What’s going on with you?”
He drains his glass and sets it down. After contemplating me for a moment, he forces the air from his lungs. “Fine. You know that call I took on the bridge?”
“Yeah?”
“That was my lawyer. He told me my divorce has been finalized. I am officially no longer married.”
My lips part in surprise. “Really?”
He nods.
Right. Well. I’m not sure what to do with this information. And as I watch the way he twists his champagne glass on the table in front of him in agitation, I get the sense he isn’t either.
“And you’re… unhappy about that?” I venture. But that doesn’t feel right. He seemed thrilled when he got the call.
“No. That relationship died a long time ago. If anything, I’m relieved.”
“Then what’s going on? You’ve been all over the place tonight.”
“I know.” He stares into his empty glass. “I’m just… struggling with something.”
“With what?”
When he brings his gaze to mine, I can see the frustration smoldering in his eyes. “With the fact that there is something I want, right in front of me, and I can’t have it.”
Oh.
My pulse quickens, because I know he’s talking about me. Desire spills through my veins and my hands tingle with the urge to grab his collar and yank him towards me, despite the fact that Alex and Michael are only a few feet away.
