Page 36 of Marry Me…Maybe?
He swiped a hand across his forehead. ‘Hell, we all feel like we’re walking a fine line between sanity and madness some days.’
She glanced over and gave him a crooked smile. ‘Yeah. I know that. I don’t seriously think I have it.’
There was an awkward pause and she slid off the table and smoothed down her dress and hair. ‘Anyway, now you know,’ she said, with a hint of challenge in her voice.
They stared at each other again. The strange tension was making him jumpy. He had no clue what she must be thinking.
‘Look, I should get back to the wedding before Lula wonders where I am,’ she said abruptly, making a move towards the door.
‘Yes, of course.’
He watched her as she turned the lock to let herself out.
‘Listen…’ he said, making a quick decision before she could disappear.
As she’d pointed out, they’d only be in each other’s lives for another week or two, and it would be stupid not to take advantage of their mutual attraction now they’d crossed the line. It would just be sex. He felt pretty sure now that she would be okay with that. He certainly was.
‘I’m staying in the guest house tonight, so one of Lula’s guests can use my room. Come over later – after the reception finishes.’
She turned back to face him, her expression curiously blank, not giving him any clues as to how she felt about his suggestion.
‘It doesn’t matter what time,’ he said, keeping his tone nonchalant and breezy. He raised a provocative eyebrow. ‘You still owe me two orgasms, remember? Then we’re even.’
To his relief she broke into a wide grin. ‘Sure. Okay. I’ll be there.’
He smiled back. ‘See you later, Emily.’
As soon as she felt it was late enough that she could excuse herself from the wedding party Emily went in search of Lula, her body humming with excitement at the thought of getting up close and personal with Theo again.
The sex had been amazing – totally unexpected, but all the better for it – and she wanted more of it. Lots more. His constant rejection of her had been something that had tainted everything she’d done recently, and she was relieved at the idea of the world being set back to rights so things could go back to normal.
Finally finding Lula, tipsy and glowing with happiness in Tristan’s arms on the makeshift dance floor, she made her excuses, smiling sedately at Lula’s hopeful suggestion that she was sneaking off for an illicit rendezvous with Theo.
She wasn’t ready to tell her friend about what was going on with him just yet. Mostly because she didn’t really know herself.
She was pretty sure this was just going to be a short, hot fling, but something in the back of her brain nagged at her not to totally discount it being more. It wasn’t as though she was expecting it to turn into a serious relationship, but the thought of never seeing him again made her stomach twist uncomfortably.
He opened the door of the guest house to her wearing a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt – which mercifully didn’t take her long to strip off him.
After she’d paid him his orgasms back, they lay in bed together, her snuggled into his body as he ran his fingers lazily along her arm from shoulder to elbow.
It felt so good to be allowed to get this close to him finally, and her body began to relax and grow heavy with tiredness as the sun made an appearance through the chinks in the curtains.
‘So, are you going to tell me why you’ve been rejecting my determined advances for so long?’ she murmured, intrigued to seewhether he’d give something away whilst in this relaxed, dream-like state.
‘No.’
Propping herself onto her elbow, she frowned down at him. ‘Why not?’ she asked, frustration clear in her tone.
His expression remained shuttered. ‘Because I don’t want to talk about that stuff. Deal with it.’
‘Argh! You’re such a pain in the arse,’ she said, forcing as much levity into her voice as she could manage.
He turned to lift a sardonic eyebrow at her. ‘Is this your sneaky way to get me riled up and inside you again?’
Flashing him a grin, feeling relieved he hadn’t totally shut her out again, she ran a fingertip around his nipple. ‘Might be. We clearly have spectacular angry sex.’
‘You like a bit of angry, don’t you?’
