“What do you want, then?” My heart pounded faster than it had done when I took a penalty in the last England game.
“To see if the man with the dark eyes and the tattoos I want to trace with my tongue was just a flash in the holiday pan or if there’s something more to this.”
I didn’t think I could ever tear my eyes away from hers. “Do you want to come in for a glass of wine?”
Jerrica nodded. “I’d love to.”
She followed me inside and through to the kitchen, discarding her shoes somewhere in the hall.
This was the first time we’d been alone since we’d come back from France, other than those stolen moments in the treehouse. Part of me wanted to order her upstairs to my bedroom, demand she bared herself for me and tell her exactly how I wanted her, how I’d bring her more pleasure than she could stand and then prove it to her over and over again.
But that was easy.
I knew we melded together perfectly already. Being back in England wasn’t going to change that. The sex between us had been nothing less than mind-blowing, but I wanted to see if there was another way of getting us there, one I hadn’t tried before.
“White or red?”
She sat down on the sofa in the open-plan kitchen, the large living area too big for just one person.
“Red, please.”
Her eyes followed me as I moved around the kitchen to find glasses and open a bottle that Carina had sent over for me.
I poured two glasses and took them over to the sofa, passing one to Jerrica and putting mine down on the coffee table.
“You never said you were fucking good at bowling. Does your brother know?
She laughed, the sound making my house feel like it finally had a soul. “I used to kick his arse on the regular when we went bowling as kids, so he knew. Did he tell you otherwise?”
“He said he didn’t know.”
Her smile was victorious. “He did.”
“Maybe he was just trying to show me who was really in charge.” My hand found hers, our fingers becoming tangled together.
I’d told Jane about my date with Jerrica when I’d seen her yesterday. I’d told her how I didn’t think she would check out on me, that she was someone who saw me for what I was and she liked me, maybe because of it, because of how I’d got to this point.
That was how she made me feel.
Jane had smiled at me, then asked me her usual question. “How do you feel about this?”
Rather than drinking all the water that Jane had left on the table, I’d managed to find the words. I felt okay; that this wasn’t something to run away from. I knew I could get hurt, but the fear of that wasn’t as great as wanting to be with her. I told Jane all the things about Jerrica that I liked, and I found I couldn’t shut up, sounding just like Nicky talking about Kitty.
I left her room feeling like I was about to jump off a building, only I had grown wings and I knew how to fly.
Jerrica leaned into me, my arm wrapping around her shoulders. I pressed my lips against the patch of skin between her shoulder and neck, feeling her shiver at the touch. “It feels like forever since I’ve been inside you.”
“Maybe we need to remind ourselves what it feels like.” She put her glass down and wriggled round so she was straddling me. “Just don’t mention my brother. It kind of kills the mood.”
“I think I can promise that.”
She was liquid fire in my hands, her blonde hair curling over her shoulder, mouth curved in a smile, and her hands were on my chest, running over the T-shirt I’d chosen because I knew it clung to my biceps, and Jerrica liked my biceps.
“Tell me a story.” She pulled the T-shirt up, her hands sneaking underneath so they were against my skin. “What happens when a woman sits like this on your knee?”
What was happening now was that my cock was reading this book and getting hard, all the ways I’d fucked her before rampaging through my mind like a movie on fast forward.
My front door was locked. There was no one else in the house. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, and my security system had been set as soon as I came in.
