Page 57 of Lessons in Love
There’s no tongue and our hands stay above the waist, which is hard because she’s wearing these little shorts that hug her hips and barely cover that ass of hers. Why she wasn’t wearing these last night in bed, I have no idea, but the sweatpants are getting burned next time I stay over.
I weave my fingers into her hair and hold her there, realizing I wish I didn’t have to go. Her lips are soft and caressing. This just might be my favorite kiss of all time—easy, uncomplicated, simple. So good that I start to think maybe we don’t have to end badly after all. Maybe we don’t have to end at all.
She steps back, our hands still clasped. That look that’s starting to become a regular fixture in the green of her eyes is there, the corners at the top rounded and the bottom in a point. I don’t say anything because I’m not so sure that my brown eyes are doing the same.
Walking me to the door, she says, “I’ll see you next Saturday.”
“I’ll text you.”
The door is opened and she leans against it watching me walk through. I turn and catch her eyes on my ass. I wink, and say, “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
Just as cocky, she raises an eyebrow at me. “My eyes are up here but that didn’t stop you from getting a parting eyeful of my tits.”
Shrugging, I laugh. “Can’t wait to see those perky girls again.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky next weekend. We still have one lesson left.”
Walking backward to the elevator, I let my gaze graze over her toned legs. I look up and smile while raising my arms out wide. “I’m a sure thing, honey, so you’re definitely getting lucky next weekend.” I punch the elevator button.
When the elevator arrives, I wave and say, “See you, Virginia.”
“See you, Hardy.”
I step on and am smiling like a loon. The lady already on the elevator pulls her little daughter under her arm and covers her ears. I can’t stop from laughing, but I give them their space. I’m tempted to spew a slew of curses just to make the hand-muffs worth the effort, but I behave.
When we get to the lobby, she scurries off, but the little girl says, “Goodbye.”
Smiling, I reply “Goodbye.”
They leave quickly. The doorman continues holding the door for me. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Just as I step outside, he adds, “Ms. Ryan sure is a lovely woman.”
“She sure is.” I smile and look back, thinking he has more on his mind than just a nice comment about V.
“She never has guests over.” I nod, wondering where this is going. He continues, “It’s good to see she had company.”
Standing under the awning, I look at him, digesting the information he’s sharing.She never has any company?I smiletoo big to let him in on why. I’ll just look like an asshole. I’ll leave that role to the asshole himself at her work, but I can’t not say something, so I do, “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”Claim. Staked.
He nods, his own smile in place. “Good to hear.”
I shake the doorman’s hand. “I’m Hardy Richard, by the way.”
“Barry Rusk.”
“Good to meet you, Barry.”
“You too. Have a good day, Mr. Richard.”
“Thank you. I plan on having a great day.”He tips his cap to me and I tip my imaginary one to him.
Great indeed. With three lessons down and one left that I’ve been saving for her birthday, the best is yet to come.
Do I really have to say it?
Fine.You win.
