“Not yet. Keep standing.”
He was going to collapse if she stroked him further. And she did.
“You have to tell me how you want it.”
“Like that.”
“You’re very easy to please.”
“I am, I’m going to be pleased all over your hand in a minute if you keep doing that.”
“You can take it.”
His hands tangled in her hair and pulled almost painfully. “I don’t want to come like this.”
She was smiling as her hand worked. “How do you want to then?”
“Inside you. Now.”
Their eyes met, and a flicker of really? this? now? passed between them. Andrea stepped back and let him pick up his pants to get the condom lodged in one of the pockets. As she watched him she pulled the straps of her dress down and let it fall to her feet.
He had guessed, hoped, but finally confirmed it—no bra. Her breasts were being cradled by padding sewn into the dress, because that revealing pattern on her back that he had obsessed over couldn’t have hidden the straps. Damon reached out instinctively to touch her, but she had other ideas.
“How do you want it?” he rasped.
She crawled onto the bed, on her knees, that smooth skin sliding over the sheets. She tossed him a smile. “Like this.”
***
He learned two interesting things later, after a nap and another go. The first one was that Geraldine had sent him a message: Where’s your room?
He dismissed the text with a swipe of his finger. He wasn’t doing her any favors tonight.
And the second, that Andrea was going to be working at an office building two blocks from his, on Monday.
“Is that going to be weird?” she asked.
He wasn’t a teenager; he could handle having former hookups nearby. He never felt uncomfortable about it because he never had any unresolved feelings for them.
“No,” he said.
“Okay, good,” Andrea said, visibly relieved. “I don’t like having to avoid walking somewhere just so I don’t run into someone, you know.”
What she said barely registered, because he was fixated on her right hip, slightly elevated because she had turned to face him. He traced its curve with his index finger, lazily settling his hand higher, knuckles brushing not accidentally on the underside of one breast. It had been in his mouth, that part of her, just minutes ago, which left her own mouth free to scream to the ceiling. Twice. She was not like an ice princess, of that he was certain. Her energy was exhilarating, but it radiated as well even when she was quiet, like this.
He wanted to see her again.
“How about we have lunch on Monday?”
“What?”
“A welcome to the neighborhood, something like that.”
She peered at him, slightly suspicious. “Maybe.”
“How many people do you know in the area?”
“Not a lot. We don’t have to be lunch buddies though—”
“We’ve already attacked a wedding buffet all the way to dessert, Andrea. I think we can handle lunch.”
“What are you talking about, Damon? All throughout dinner you were bitching about your Ice Princess.”
He was watching her carefully as she said this, and she didn’t seem to be bitter, or baiting him. In fact, she seemed amused. And a little coy.
What was he talking about?
“Just a standing invite. That’s all,” he said.
Andrea’s leg moved up against his. “I told you what happens when I get involved with a guy, right? The serious, steady woman he’s always wanted in his life is going to notice him. This could be a good thing for you after all.”
“You’re feeling serious and steady right now.”
Her eyes dropped, and he felt the hint of a sigh. “You really don’t know me that well.”
“It’s lunch. Don’t let it scare you.”
She looked past him, toward the far wall, and then she smiled, as if she remembered something. “I won’t quit,” she said.
“What?”
“Nothing. Yes, I guess. Let’s see. Maybe I’ll be free for lunch after all.”
Author’s Note
This story was written during the #buqosteamyreads class. It features, in case you didn’t catch the references, characters from my novella That Kind of Guy.
Thank yous: Layla Tanjutco for the edit, Tania Arpa for the original cover, buqo for sponsoring the class, and the #buqosteamyreads participants for the support and encouragement. (It takes a village to write a steamy story!)
Mina
About the Author
Mina V. Esguerra learned everything she needed to know about writing romances from Sweet Dreams novels and the Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series. When not working as a communications consultant, she writes contemporary romance, young adult, and new adult novels. When not working and writing, she’s hanging out with her husband and daughter. Visit her site http://minavesguerra.com.
Chic Manila series
My Imaginary Ex | Fairy Tale Fail | No Strings Attached | Love Your Frenemies | That Kind of Guy | Welcome to Envy Park | Wedding Night Stand | Young and Scambitious | Properly Scandalous (Scambitious #2) | Shiny and Shameless (Scambitious #3) | Greedy and Gullible (Scambitious #4)
Interim Goddess of Love series
Interim Goddess of Love | Queen of the Clueless | Icon of the Indecisive | Gifted Little Creatures (short story) | No Roses for Hannah (short story)
Spotlight series
The Harder We Fall | Never Just Friends | Playing Autumn | Rules We Like Breaking
Anthology contributions
Say That Things Change (New Adult Quick Reads 1) | Kids These Days: Stories from Luna East Arts Academy Volume 1 | Sola Musica: Love Notes from a Festival
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Wedding Night Stand
Mina V. Esguerra
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © Mina V. Esguerra, 2014
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