The Real Romero(66)

                ‘You got that right but, word to the wise, don’t mention that particular bone of contention to my mother. She might not quite see my side of the story.’

                ‘Oh, I won’t mention anything that might give her the wrong idea about us,’ Milly said with a hitch in her voice. She didn’t want to think about going. Not right at this moment.

                What she wanted...

                She covered his big hand with her much smaller one and guided it to her breast, and she felt him slip a little lower in the seat.

                ‘Hell, Milly! No. You...don’t know what you’re doing...’ But he kept his hand there, felt the rounded fullness of her breast, and wanted to do so much more that it was a physical ache. His erection was so hard that he could barely move.

                ‘I do know what I’m doing. For the first time in my whole life, I know what I’m doing.’ Her voice was insistent as she unbuttoned the top two pearl buttons of the dress, allowing him more access to her and loving, absolutely loving, the way he was making her feel. ‘I’ll be gone in a few days and I won’t be seeing you again... And...you make me feel...’

                ‘How do I make you feel, Milly?’ More than a handful. She was well endowed; if Carlos hadn’t been in the front seat, driving them slowly with an impeccable lack of interest in the goings on behind him, he would have taken her right here in the car.

                ‘Curious,’ she confessed with the honesty that was so much a part and parcel of her personality. ‘You make me feel curious.’





                                      CHAPTER NINE

                THE KING-SIZE BED that had been her hiding place for nearly two weeks seemed suddenly to have expanded until now she felt as though it was consuming all the space in the room. It was the only thing she could see.

                Milly’s body was on fire. ‘Sexually daring and adventurous’ were not descriptions that could ever have been applied to her. The truth was that she had never felt particularly bothered by her lack of experience in this field. She had kissed a few guys and had been content enough to leave it right there. Now, though, her head was filled with possibilities.

                ‘This...isn’t a good idea.’ Common sense half-heartedly tried to prevail but Lucas recognised it for what it was: a flimsy attempt to hold off something that felt inevitable. He had already dumped his jacket downstairs and his fingers were hooked under the polo shirt, ready to yank it over his head. He was breathing fast as he stared at her, not trusting himself to get any closer, because that flimsy attempt at common sense wouldn’t stand a chance.

                ‘Why not?’ Milly asked with reckless abandon. She took a couple of steps towards him.

                They hadn’t switched on the light, and the bedroom was bathed in pale moonlit rays sifting through the big windows. His beautiful face was a mix of shadows and angles, his eyes glittering as he watched her nervous progress.

                He felt nervous, as well. Unbelievable.

                ‘Don’t you fancy me at all?’ she asked, placing the palm of her hand on his chest and feeling the steady beating of his heart underneath it.

                ‘What sort of stupid question is that?’ Lucas returned roughly. He covered her hand with his and guided it to the bulging hardness of his erection pushing against the zip of his jeans.

                Milly shivered, unbelievably turned on. So turned on that she forgot to be scared that this was going to be her first time. With trembling fingers, she hitched down the zip and heard his sharp, indrawn breath with a jab of pure satisfaction.