Page 80 of Loverboy
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly. I refuse to admit that Gunnar has turned on my libido as easily as I can turn on the oven broiler.
“Uh huh,” he says, as a knowing smirk appears on his face. “Me too. Why don’t you come closer and we can do nothing together?”
I don’t move, though, because I don’t want to seem as eager as I feel. I still have Spalding’s critique ringing in my ears.
“You don’t trust me,” Gunnar says, his thumbs making sweet love to the arch of my foot.
“I’m confused about you,” I admit. “But it’s not just that. I have an uneasy relationship with—” I drop my voice down so low it’s a miracle he can hear me. “—Sex.”
“Hmm,” he says, switching my right foot for my left. My feet are basically sexual organs now. Are footgasms real? “How did—” he drops his voice the same way I did “—sex do you wrong?”
“It was Spalding who did me wrong,” I admit.
“How ’bout I do you right?” Gunnar asks with a grin. “I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
“Oh, there weren’t any complaints,” I whisper. “But last night was a lightning strike. I don’t believe it can happen like that again. I’m not—” How to phrase it?
“You’re not what? My lightning bolt is ready, baby.”
I let out a snort. “I’m not as confident as you. I’ve been told that I’m not any fun.”
His hands go still right in the middle of a glorious instep rubdown. “Come again?”
We’d like to!my hormones shout.
“I’m not fun. I don’t have moves. You didn’t notice last night, because we were both liquored up on adrenaline. But before last night I’d only slept with one man in my life, and apparently he was just putting up with me all those years. He says I’m…” I swallow hard.
“What?” Gunnar whispers, and his eyes have gone scary.
“A starfish,” I whisper.
Gunnar’s head jerks back like he’s been slapped. “Baby, that’s just bogus. I have scratch marks on my back that prove he’s a liar. Do you know what kind of man calls his wife a starfish?”
I shake my head slowly.
“A cheating man. A guy who needs his wife to divorce him so he can bang a younger woman. Which he only wants in the first place because he’s afraid to get old and die.”
Everything goes quiet inside me. I’ve been needing to hear that for a long time. I mean—Ginny said basically the same thing. But she’s my sister. She’s always on my side. Gunnar must think I’m okay in bed, or he wouldn’t be staring at me right now, his expression full of heat and intensity. “Thank you for saying that.”
“It’s just the truth.” He eases my feet off his lap. Without a word, he crooks his finger at me.
Oooh!My hormones squeal.Gunnar wants us.
I’m on all fours without even realizing it. And then I’m crawling toward him.
“Damn,” he whispers. “Your ex is the dumbest man on the planet.”
If I wasn’t already humming with desire, that would have done it.
“Come here, honey. Kiss me.” He beckons again. Then he kicks one leg up onto the couch, orienting his body in my direction, waiting with a wicked gleam in his eye.
I have courage running through my veins. So I reach for his fly, pop the button on his pants, and lower the zipper. Without waiting for an invitation, I reach inside his briefs and curl my hand around his erection.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Gunnar growls. His hand curls around the length of my hair.
Who knew that being a vixen was so easy? All I have to do is lean down and taste the salty tip of him. Gunnar makes a sound of shock that lights me up inside. I work his briefs down a little bit and pull his cockhead against my tongue, weighing it. Caressing it.
