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make him forget about the shame and he wouldn t allow that. You know I will.
They drove home in silence, although he could feel Lucy throwing occasional glances in his
direction. He was glad she didn t speak or try to discuss what happened, how he d overreacted. What
the hell would he say? He had no explanation for what she did to him. Inside him. When they pulled
up in front of the town house, he felt a flare of panic at the prospect of watching her leave, but
reminded himself that her itinerary was at home on his kitchen table. He could relax marginally
knowing where she d be tomorrow, even if he knew he d spend every moment until then convincing
himself to stay away.
Matt?
Cautiously, he glanced at her. Yeah.
I would have made you meat loaf. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, but she held his stare. For your
first meal back, I mean. I would have made you meat loaf.
He couldn t summon words as she jumped out of the car and speed-walked toward the town house,
dragging his bleeding heart along behind her.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy set her oversize tote bag down very gently in deference to its contents and plopped down beside
it on the grass. Union Square Park was a beehive of activity even in the middle of a workday, couples
sharing lunch from food trucks, dog walkers struggling to keep control of their charges, tourists
mapping their next destination. She let her gaze wander over the interweaving crowd, looking for a
sign of the group she d come to meet. There were a few people meandering around on the steps,
holding bags similar to hers. They made subtle eye contact with her, then looked away.
She hid her smile and leaned back in the grass, estimating she still had about five minutes before the
event started. Five more minutes until she could effectively distract herself from memories of
yesterday. She d had very little luck in the distraction department last night and this morning.
Considering she d been pleasured within an inch of her life by an insanely gorgeous and complicated
ESU officer, then spanked in a public restroom, she figured she got a pass.
Matt. What the hell was she going to do about him?
At the trapeze school yesterday, she d glimpsed something inside him that should have scared her.
Instead, she d been drawn closer as if pulled by an invisible rope. To soothe, to reassure, in his own
unique way. Perhaps it had been the promise of finally getting underneath his tough outer shell. Or
maybe her attraction to him didn t allow for any other reaction apart from gravitating toward him. She
hadn t liked seeing him that way, anxiety pouring off him in waves. Somehow, she d done that to him,
which had tripled her compulsion to make it better.
Say you re sorry for letting me touch you. She d tossed and turned through the night trying to
figure out what he d meant by that. How could this gorgeous, larger-than-life man have a single
insecurity? Yet that s exactly what she d seen when he let down his emotional brick wall yesterday.
The strong, confident man had been rendered momentarily vulnerable. But she d been just as attracted
to that part of him as she was to his dominant side. Didn t he realize that?
She groaned out loud at the memory of what she d said to him as she exited the car. The feelings
she d revealed. I would have made you meat loaf. God, he likely thought she was either a simpleton
or desperate. He must have broken the speed limit driving away from the town house. Combined with
the scene in the bathroom, she probably wouldn t be seeing him again. The thought lodged in her
throat, making it difficult to swallow.
When she experienced the distinct feeling of being watched, she rocketed back into a sitting
position and looked around the park for the source. It wasn t just the feeling of being watched, it was
the feeling of being perused. Studied. Heat traveled along her skin, beginning at her neck and moving
down over her breasts and curling in her belly. She d felt it at the outdoor movie, the same thickening [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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make him forget about the shame and he wouldn t allow that. You know I will.
They drove home in silence, although he could feel Lucy throwing occasional glances in his
direction. He was glad she didn t speak or try to discuss what happened, how he d overreacted. What
the hell would he say? He had no explanation for what she did to him. Inside him. When they pulled
up in front of the town house, he felt a flare of panic at the prospect of watching her leave, but
reminded himself that her itinerary was at home on his kitchen table. He could relax marginally
knowing where she d be tomorrow, even if he knew he d spend every moment until then convincing
himself to stay away.
Matt?
Cautiously, he glanced at her. Yeah.
I would have made you meat loaf. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, but she held his stare. For your
first meal back, I mean. I would have made you meat loaf.
He couldn t summon words as she jumped out of the car and speed-walked toward the town house,
dragging his bleeding heart along behind her.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy set her oversize tote bag down very gently in deference to its contents and plopped down beside
it on the grass. Union Square Park was a beehive of activity even in the middle of a workday, couples
sharing lunch from food trucks, dog walkers struggling to keep control of their charges, tourists
mapping their next destination. She let her gaze wander over the interweaving crowd, looking for a
sign of the group she d come to meet. There were a few people meandering around on the steps,
holding bags similar to hers. They made subtle eye contact with her, then looked away.
She hid her smile and leaned back in the grass, estimating she still had about five minutes before the
event started. Five more minutes until she could effectively distract herself from memories of
yesterday. She d had very little luck in the distraction department last night and this morning.
Considering she d been pleasured within an inch of her life by an insanely gorgeous and complicated
ESU officer, then spanked in a public restroom, she figured she got a pass.
Matt. What the hell was she going to do about him?
At the trapeze school yesterday, she d glimpsed something inside him that should have scared her.
Instead, she d been drawn closer as if pulled by an invisible rope. To soothe, to reassure, in his own
unique way. Perhaps it had been the promise of finally getting underneath his tough outer shell. Or
maybe her attraction to him didn t allow for any other reaction apart from gravitating toward him. She
hadn t liked seeing him that way, anxiety pouring off him in waves. Somehow, she d done that to him,
which had tripled her compulsion to make it better.
Say you re sorry for letting me touch you. She d tossed and turned through the night trying to
figure out what he d meant by that. How could this gorgeous, larger-than-life man have a single
insecurity? Yet that s exactly what she d seen when he let down his emotional brick wall yesterday.
The strong, confident man had been rendered momentarily vulnerable. But she d been just as attracted
to that part of him as she was to his dominant side. Didn t he realize that?
She groaned out loud at the memory of what she d said to him as she exited the car. The feelings
she d revealed. I would have made you meat loaf. God, he likely thought she was either a simpleton
or desperate. He must have broken the speed limit driving away from the town house. Combined with
the scene in the bathroom, she probably wouldn t be seeing him again. The thought lodged in her
throat, making it difficult to swallow.
When she experienced the distinct feeling of being watched, she rocketed back into a sitting
position and looked around the park for the source. It wasn t just the feeling of being watched, it was
the feeling of being perused. Studied. Heat traveled along her skin, beginning at her neck and moving
down over her breasts and curling in her belly. She d felt it at the outdoor movie, the same thickening [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]