Page 78 of Suddenly Dating
Lola closed her eyes, tried not to let feelings of tenderness and affection interfere with a really good orgasm. But it was too late—Harry rocked into her, pushing her over the edge, and Lola cried out with her release and with all the unattended desires she had promised herself to never let see the light of day.
Harry growled and thrust into her once more, joining her beneath her blanket of bliss.
Lola had nothing left; she was jelly. She wrapped her arms around his head, sighing with great contentment.
“God... youslayme,” he muttered against her breast.
At least that’s what Lola thought she heard. “What?”
“Nothing, never mind,” he said, and lifted his head. “I have an idea—let’s go skinny dipping.”
She wanted to ask him what that meant, that she slayed him. She wanted to attach the proper gravitas to it without going overboard as she was wont to do, so she could remember it again and again. But Harry was already moving. “Come on, don’t you want to?”
Lola wanted so many things in that moment. She wanted love, she wanted babies, she wanted stability and someone to love her and a life to look forward to, and more sex like this, alotof sex like this, and a new lipstick because she was pretty sure that tube was now smeared on her sheets—but she was at a loss to say any of those things.
Harry looked at her, expecting an answer, and she was too afraid to say she wanted more, too afraid of the rejection, the look of impatience on his face and thelisten, we need to talkdenouement of their fling. “Are you reading my mind?” she blurted. “I swear I was just thinking the same thing.”
He grinned. “What, then, do I need to get the wheelbarrow to get you out there?” He hopped off the bed.
Lola hopped off, too.
Whatever she was feeling, she would bury. She was a pro at that.
Twenty
Harry didn’t see much of Lola the week after that mind-blowing Sunday. He left early and arrived home late, having run into another obstacle when his crew accidentally cut through a main water line.
She left him notes.There’s a hunk of lasagna in the fridge for a hunk.AndMallory and friends are coming over tomorrow for yoga on the terrace. Bring an open mind and your mala beads.
He responded.Thanks so much for the hunk of lasagna. You might have saved me from extinction.AndAs much as I would love to watch you doing yoga, I have no idea what mala beads are. Plus, I have to repair a water line.
He didn’t see much of her... but they managed to find their way into each other’s bed at night. “Where have you been?” she asked him one night when he slipped in between her sheets.
“I’ve been in water main hell,” he said. “Ouch—what is that?” he asked when something sharp dug into his hip.
“Hey, don’t break my flash drive,” she said, sliding her hand under him.
“I’ve got a flash drive for you, baby,” he said, and gathered her up in his arms.
The sex between them was fantastic. Harry was too tired to analyze why it was so fantastic, but he knew innately that the spark between them was not anything he’d experienced before. At least not as sharply or intensely as this.
One night he came home to a dark house. Lola was not at home, and after he showered, he collapsed into bed. He was awakened by the pleasantly soothing sensation of a caress. “You’re snoring,” she said softly. “What are we going to do about that?”
“Have any ideas?” he asked groggily.
“One or two,” she said, and slid down his body and took him in her mouth.
On yet another night, he arrived home very late—half past midnight—and found her in the kitchen, sleepily tapping away at her laptop.
“Wow,” she said, taking in his grimy shirt, his soiled jeans, his caked work boots. “Were you working in the dark?”
“Site lights,” he said. Another expense he hadn’t counted on.
“You should take a dip in the pool,” she said. “The water is really warm.”
“That sounds like a great idea. Will you join me?” he asked, holding out his arm.
Lola grinned and stood up. She opened her bathrobe to reveal a new, very sexy bathing suit. “I thought you’d never ask.”
