The Player and the Pixie(49)

“Well,” I said, lowering my voice, “you don’t know what you’re missing. There’s a lot to be said for savoring things.”

“Are we talking about hot dogs now, or sex? Because I’m a little confused.”

I lifted my shoulders then let them fall. “We’re talking everything. Sex, art, books, movies. Would you put on a DVD and fast-forward right to the end? No, because then you can’t enjoy the progression of the story.”

“So this is like the foreplay thing again, right? You want me to tease it out, take my time, tantalize you.” His grin was devilish.

“Exactly,” I said, finally lifting my hotdog and taking a bite. I chewed slowly, then swallowed before turning back to him. “If you just shove food down your throat you’re going to miss out on all the wonderful flavors.”

He was focused on me now, his eyes growing hooded and sexy. “Speaking of, when do I get to taste your flavors again, Lucy?”

I cleared my throat, unable to meet his gaze but still trying for sassy. “No one’s stopping you, Bubs.”

He let out a deep, hearty laugh and draped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m not sure that nickname suits me anymore. Think of another one,” he said in a husky tone.

“Bubs suits you perfectly,” I threw back. “Besides, you don’t even know what it really means yet.”

Now he angled his body toward me, closing the distance between us. “You lied?”

“Maybe.”

His expression showed intrigue. “Tell me.”

I grimaced slightly, because let’s face it, the true meaning of his nickname was kind of embarrassing. “That night we first spoke, I named you Bubs in my head because of your bubble butt.”

“My . . . bubble butt?” He looked genuinely perplexed.

“Oh, don’t give me that. You know your arse is fantastic.”

He laughed softly and leaned down to brush his lips over the underside of my jaw. “So is yours, as it happens.” A pause. “How far are we from your place?”

“Not far.”

“Let’s go, then,” he urged. “All this talk of backsides has me wanting to take you from behind.”

I gasped a surprised laugh, because he really did just say whatever the hell he wanted sometimes. When our eyes met, his had darkened, and I swallowed amid the rush of arousal I felt.

My hunger suddenly forgotten and replaced with a different kind, I wrapped up my hot dog and stowed it in my bag. Not allowing myself to think too much about my actions, we caught another taxi to Annie’s apartment and before I knew it, I was leading Sean up the stairs, a ball of anticipation forming in my belly.

I was a pile of jittery nerves and horniness. Sean ran a hand up and down my back while I searched for my keys. Then, to my horror, I heard movement come from inside.

Realization dawned on me, and I had just enough time to shove Sean away and out of sight before Annie opened the door.

“Lucy,” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “I’m glad you’re back. We just arrived at the airport an hour ago.”

“Hey Annie, I didn’t realize you were coming to visit,” I said, turning her just slightly so I could cast my panicked gaze briefly to Sean over her shoulder. Go, I mouthed at him and he seemed to get the message. Quickly turning and striding back down the hallway, I could finally breathe when he disappeared out of sight. He didn’t seem happy though, not one bit.

For a second I wished I could call him back, say to hell with all the secrecy and just tell my brother that Sean and I were friends . . . with some sort of benefits. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite equipped to deal with WW3 just yet.

My heart continued to pitter-patter in my chest, still in panic mode.

“I know,” said Annie, ushering me into the apartment. “Ronan has a photo shoot with Adidas this week, so I thought I’d come along. We’re only back for a few nights. There’s so much to be done for the wedding so we can’t be gone long. A flying visit, really.”

“Oh well, I’m happy you’re here, even if it’s only for a little while,” I said.

I heard a cupboard slam and then my brother emerged from the kitchen. “There’s nothing to eat,” he grumbled before he saw me.

“Lucy, when did you get back from New Hampshire?” he asked as he came to give me a hug. I was stiff and awkward considering the fact I’d almost tumbled into the apartment, ready to do very naughty things with his archnemesis.

“Just yesterday morning,” I answered. “Broderick drove us back.”

My brother’s attention was quickly drawn to other matters. “What’s that smell? Did you bring food home? Please say yes.”