“Yes, of course. Kara told us earlier about you coming to live with your family. How are you enjoying it here so far?”
“Love it. It just keeps getting better in fact.” Lindsey squirmed when he turned his pointed gaze her way.
“So, what did you do in Spain, Alex?” Kara didn’t hesitate to grasp the nickname he’d offered.
“My family owns a vineyard, actually. I’ve been knee-deep in grapes and wine since I was born. The switch to milk has been such a pleasure.” Alex, as Lindsey was beginning to think of him, laughed. “Well, at least the process is not as complicated, and I never come home at the end of the day completely stained purple.”
Everyone chuckled. Lindsey warmed to an even greater extent. They liked him. She wasn’t crazy. The man was a god.
“I hear voices. Why didn’t anyone tell me we had company?” Lindsey glanced behind her as Trevor padded into the room, feet bare, jeans hanging low on his hips. Between him and Justin, it was no wonder Kara’s face nearly glowed these days. How could she go wrong?
Alejandro stood and reached for Trevor’s hand in greeting. A chill made its way through Lindsey’s body when he removed his warm arm from around her. It seemed he had practically been holding her grounded. Or was it that he was keeping her from reality?
In any case, she was acutely aware that although he was now standing, his huge muscular thigh was pressing into her side. Somehow he managed to smoothly move through life without really ever loosing contact. And she loved it.
“Alejandro,” her suave date declared again. “Pleasure meeting you all. Lindsey has been telling me about you.”
“That’s frightening. And you stopped by anyway?” Trevor joked. “Welcome.”
“Ha, ha, Trev.” Kara glared at him from her spot across from them.
Undaunted, he still made his way to her side and plopped down along her left, pinning her between himself and Justin. It seemed claustrophobic to Lindsey, but Kara looked side to side at each of her men with glazed eyes. Even after several months the newness hadn’t worn out. Would it?
When Alex sat back down, he placed his hand on Lindsey’s knee and squeezed. She nearly shot off the couch. Her skirt was short enough and tight enough that sitting had forced it up rather high. His palm was so large, it nearly encompassed her entire bare thigh, sending her sexual awareness into overdrive.
As if that weren’t enough, he began to caress her skin with his fingers, the movement probably subtle enough no one but her noticed, but he was driving her mad with need. His damn pinky kept creeping precariously close to her damp panties, even brushing against the other thigh on occasion.
Whatever religious zealot had decided sex was not for pleasure was completely insane. The feelings Lindsey had were far from unpleasurable. Surely, God didn’t intend for her to be struck down since He was the one who’d made her this way in the first place.
Lindsey squeezed her legs together to keep from moaning, or worse yet, having an orgasm right here on her friend’s couch. She could feel the heat radiating from her center, up her torso, across her chest and neck to pinken her cheeks. Did anyone else notice?
She cleared her throat. “I think I’ll take you up on that glass of water, Kara. I’m parched.” She jumped up to dislodge Alejandro before he could succeed in causing her complete embarrassment. “And ice. Is it hot in here?”
Everyone chuckled. Was that funny? Why did it seem as though they were all staring at her as if she were the brunt of some clearly undefined ongoing prank?
Kara eased away from her men, her lips tucked between her teeth to hold back a full-out guffaw. “Let’s get that for you. I have plenty of ice. Alejandro, you need some too? Never mind, I’ll just bring you a glass.” To Lindsey she continued over her shoulder, “I even made cookies this afternoon. We can bring out a tray.”
Lindsey, immensely glad to escape the room and clear her head, practically ran after Kara toward the kitchen. How could she be so smitten so fast by this sexy Spaniard? How could she not, she rationalized when she glanced back to find him smiling at her from across the room.
As soon as they were out of hearing distance, she muttered, “What the hell is the matter with me? Did you see that?”
Kara grinned and turned from reaching into the cabinets, glasses in each hand. “Yes, sweetie. You’re in lust. It happens.”
“Not to me it doesn’t. Not like this. Not so fast. So…”
“What? Right?” She raised an eyebrow and Lindsey took up residence on a bar stool across the center island, reaching across for the tall glass of ice water.