NYC Angels: The Wallflower's Secret

by Susan Carlisle

  “You heard me. It’s your turn. I’m going to watch.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t.”

  “I think you can. I went first so it’s only fair that you go.”

  She dragged the blanket with her and turned to find him sitting on the bed where she had been.

  “Let it go.”

  She shook her head. “I’ve never stripped before.”

  “Look at me, Lucy.” His words were said so softly yet with such force that he left her no doubt he’d accept nothing less than her compliance. Her gaze found his.

  “I want to make love to you. All of you. Your mind, body and soul. I want a strong, self-assured woman in my bed and I know you are that woman. Let the blanket go.”

  She fought a war in her mind. Part of her wanted to let the blanket fall but the insecure side screamed not to. Ryan’s expression never wavered. He believed in her. Did she believe in herself?

  Taking a deep breath as if preparing to jump off a cliff into water, she let go. Unable to stop herself, her arms covered her breasts.

  “Put your arms down. I want to admire you.”

  Her confidence level wrenched upwards. Ryan wanted to admire, not just see.

  “You are a goddess. Your hair is gorgeous. The way it falls over your breasts and flirts with your waist. I want to feel it all around me. Caress all the places it touches.”

  She bit her bottom lip.

  “Now your socks and shoes.”

  Lucy bent to do his bidding. Her breasts hung before her and she knew without looking that his focus centered on them. In a fit of courage she pulled her hair away so that he had a clear view.

  When her gaze met his again, his held a pained look. His eyes were hooded and his lips tight, as if he was working to restrain himself. Still she hesitated at the snap of her jeans. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

  “Lucy.”

  He wasn’t asking, he was demanding that she meet him halfway. She flipped the button and unzipped her jeans. With a shimmy, they fell to the floor. Ryan’s look flicked downwards but quickly returned to hold hers. She stepped out of her pants and stood before him in her pink panties.

  “All or nothing, Lucy, your choice. This can start here or you can run and hide.”

  The last words made her loop her thumbs in her panties and shove them down.

  She didn’t miss his gasp in the silent room.

  “Perfect. Completely perfect in every way. Come here.”

  She gradually moved toward him. His eyes held her mesmerized. He hadn’t touched her but his gaze spoke of admiration, desire as it stroked each part of her body.

  Ryan widened his legs and she walked between them until her knees touched the bed. He placed his hands on her waist. They trembled slightly. That encouraged her. It was empowering to know she affected this strong, highly intelligent man so.

  He pressed his lips to her belly.

  A quiver ran though her.

  “You’re a beautiful woman. Every silky inch of you.” His lips slipped upward in a caress that made her skin tingle. “All glorious woman,” he murmured against her ribs before his mouth moved down the curve of her hip. “Perfection.”

  He liked what he saw.

  Lucy’s hand cupped the back of his head and held it there. For the first time in a long time she felt like a complete woman, whole again. This man before her had just given her a precious gift.

  Ryan leaned back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. “I want you, Lucy. Now. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” His lips found hers and his kiss was hot and demanding.

  She shifted, settling more intimately against his hard body, and deepened the kiss in answer.

  Minutes later he rolled, taking her with him so that she was beneath him. “Let go a sec.” She did. He stood, found his pants and pulled a packet from a pocket.

  “You were so sure of me you had a condom in your pocket?”

  “Just a man with a dream.”

  Ryan lifted her against him. Carrying her to the top of the bed, he sat her down and pulled the covers back then eased her under the sheets. He came down beside her and she watched as he sheathed himself.

  “We’ll go slower next time, I promise. But right now I’ve got to have you.”

  He entered her. When she tensed he stopped and eased away but returned and went deeper with each movement. Lucy spiraled higher, higher until there was nothing but bliss.

  Ryan was but one thrust behind.

  Could she be in love? Yes, she already was.

  Lucy woke to the sun shining and sounds of a steady heartbeat beneath her ear as her cheek rested on Ryan’s chest. He lay on his back, one hand thrown across the huge bed and the other curling over her bare hip beneath the sheet. She wadded a corner of the material in her hand and pulled it up to cover her breasts.

  He’d proved more than once during the night that he didn’t find her post-baby body less than fascinating. In fact, he’d taken time to express with words as well as actions that he appreciated her body and found her desirable. No dip or crevice had been overlooked. He’d spent an inordinate amount of time along the insides of her thighs. She warmed deep within from the memory.

  From where her head rested in the arch of his shoulder, she watched as she skimmed her palm over the soft mat of hair covering the center of his chest, seeing the individual strands dance. Lifting her hand a fraction of an inch higher, she let her hand just tickle the ends of each curly hair. She found all of him irresistible. Too much so.

  Was this the beginning of something truly wonderful or was she headed for heartache all over again? She wanted what Alexis had but could she trust herself enough to know if this was real? Could her heart stand devastation again?

  She sighed heavily.

  “Hey, what was that for? You could make a guy feel insecure, sounding like that.”

  She placed her lips on his chest and turned to look up at him. “First thing in the morning and you’re already fishing for a compliment.”

  “I don’t have to fish. I know how good I am by the way you put all those extra syllables in my name as you climax.”

  She buried her face in his shoulder. A smile of pure satisfaction crossed her lips. The man knew how to make her feel wanted and special. She stroked his hair. “And I found out when that Irish in your speech makes an appearance.”

  “Great.” He kissed the top of her head. “I have a ‘tell’?”

  “Oh, I could tell all right.” She giggled as her hand traveled lower.

  “Lucy.” That soft Irish burr became stronger, circling her name like a caress. “You want to hear more?”

  “I think I just might.”

  A long satisfying hour later, Ryan asked, “Is there anything special you’d like to do today? I have to check in at the hospital but I’m all yours after that.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “How about I make breakfast then take you to the St. Regis Hotel for afternoon tea.”

  “You like tea? I think of you more of a baseball and hotdog guy.”

  “I am, but the season hasn’t started yet. I’ve heard my sister talking about going to tea and how much she enjoyed it. I just thought you might like it as well.”

  “So you like froufrou? Amazing.”

  “Froufrou?” He curled up his nose.

  “You know—tea, violin music, garden parties.”

  “Hell, no!”

  She laughed at the appalled look on his face.

  “Really, tea at the St. Regis sounds wonderful. I’d just like to be dressed appropriately. So while you’re at the hospital I’ll go home and change.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Ryan dropped Lucy off at her place and went to the hospital to check on his patients. He stopped in his office long enough to make reservations at the St. Regis Hotel. He already missed Lucy and it had only been a few hours since he’d seen her. She had an effect on him like no other woman had ever had. Snatching his sports jacket off the coat rack in
his office, he went out the door with a smile on his face. A decision about where their affair might go didn’t have to be made today. They’d just enjoy being together and see where that led.

  He climbed the steps to Lucy’s apartment two at a time, unable to wait to kiss her again. He’d made fun of his brothers-in-law and rolled his eyes when they’d acted like this about his sisters. He hoped they never found out that he was walking around with a syrupy smile on his face. If they did, he’d pay for all the times he’d laughed at them.

  At his knock on Lucy’s door, someone opened it. Was he at the correct door?

  He’d expected a simple but elegantly dressed woman whose hair was in place and a shy smile of greeting. Maybe a slight blush from heated memories of their night together. Instead, the woman in front of him had hair that stood out in wild disarray around her face and shoulders as if she been tugging on it then running her fingers through it. Her mouth was pinched in a hard line and her eyes were red-rimmed. She wore baggy sweats and an old hoodie.

  What had happened to the happy, smiling Lucy he’d left a few hours ago? She’d even volunteered a goodbye kiss without him asking. A delicious kiss at that.

  “Lucy, honey, what’s happened?”

  “They’re here in town!”

  “Who?” Aliens, terrorists, the IRS? From the look of alarm in her eyes, he could only think the worst.

  “Alexis, Sam and Emily.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Alexis. Your sister?” He made no effort to keep the astonishment out of his voice. Was that what this was all about?

  She nodded.

  “That’s great. I’d love to meet them.”

  “It isn’t great,” she all but shouted before she turned to pace the room. Grasping her hair, she pulled it back and let it go to fall in wild array around her face again. The woman who kept tight control over her hair and didn’t raise her voice had made an abrupt change.

  He stepped into the apartment and shut the door behind him. As she came by him the second time, he caught her hand and pulled her into a hug. She stood inflexible in his arms for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her. It wasn’t until her shoulders shook and spots on his chest felt damp through his shirt that he realized she was crying. “Honey, you’re not making sense. You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on if you expect me to help.”

  “I don’t expect you to help.”

  That hurt on a level he didn’t want to explore. At a loss how to respond, he said, “I’d like to.” To his surprise, he meant it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away until he could see her face. She wore the classical look of panic. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed.

  “Let’s sit down and you tell me what has you in such a state.”

  She dropped to her bed. He took a spot beside her, close enough to touch her but not so close it was difficult to read her facial expressions.

  “Look, Ryan, I don’t want to go into it. I’m sorry about not going to tea, but I’d just like to be left alone.”

  “I’m not leaving you like this.”

  She made a movement to get up, but he grabbed her hand and held her in place. “Talk to me, Lucy.”

  It took so long for her to answer he was afraid she might not.

  “Alexis wants to see me.”

  “Of course she wants to see you, you’re her sister.”

  She buried her face in her hands. “I’ll just have to tell her I’m too busy at work to meet them. I’ve only been here a few weeks and I can’t get away.” She spoke as if he wasn’t there any longer.

  “What? Why? I would think you’d be glad to see her. Especially Emily.”

  She flinched at the baby’s name.

  “I know it’ll be hard but you don’t want to live with regret in your life. If you really think about it, you want to.” He stood and looked down at the top of her head. “Of course you’re going to see her. They’re your family. They came all this way.”

  Lucy jumped up and went to stand at the window. “If I see Alexis, she’ll know.”

  “Know what? I realize you had a hard time giving up Emily but this has to go beyond that. You’re an intelligent woman. You knew all along that was the plan.”

  She twisted away from the view of the top of a tree outside to look at him. Her face was contorted with pain. “You don’t get it,” she spat. “It’s not just about Emily. It’s about me.” She poked at her chest a couple of times. “How I feel. About how I shouldn’t feel.”

  He stepped toward her into her personal space in an effort to intimidate her into expressing her true feelings. If she got mad enough, maybe the truth would come out. “Then tell me how you feel.”

  She looked down at the floor. “I’m jealous of what she has. Her happiness. Her perfect little family. There’s no place for me. I’m miserable when I’m around them. In the way. And worse than that, I hate myself for feeling that way.” She spat out the words. “The best thing for them and me is to stay away from each other.”

  Ryan jerked back, his heart constricting. She couldn’t mean that. Family was everything. No matter how hard you had to work at it, you stayed together, cared for each other, did what had to be done. “Lucy, you don’t mean that. I took care of my sisters, my father as he slowly died, and I would do it all over again if I had to. That’s what a family does.”

  Her head jerked up. She leaned towards him and looked him in the eye. “I’m not you.”

  “You’re more like me than you think,” he said quietly. Had he misread her? His family was the center of his life. How could he be interested in someone who didn’t understand the value of family? He took a deep breath, getting control of his own emotions.

  “Lucy,” he said in a quiet, soothing voice, hoping his even tone would make her speak and think more rationally. “You cared enough to carry a baby for her. You put your life on hold, took a risk to your body. Those are not signs of someone who doesn’t care. She’s your twin. That bond will always be there. Even if you want to hide from her.”

  As if a bubble had been popped she deflated before his eyes. All the fight fizzled out of her. He enveloped her in a hug. She hung on as if he were her lifeline.

  “Honey, you need to see your sister. Work through these feelings.”

  Her fingers dug in, then relaxed on his back. He could feel her struggle within herself.

  “Go with me,” Lucy said against his chest.

  He’d never planned to become her emotional support but having her in his arms made him want to be there for her. He’d been the emotional rock for his family through the last ten years while his father had been dying. He’d had enough.

  That had been until Lucy had come into his life, demanding he care again. To his astonishment, he wanted to be that rock of support for Lucy. He didn’t know how she’d done it but there it was. He wanted her to be happy. She needed to see her sister if she was ever to let go and find contentment.

  “I don’t know. I think you need to see her alone. Work though this without me getting in the way.”

  “But if you came with me as moral support?”

  He looked into her pale face and pleading eyes. “Your family doesn’t even know me, honey. Under these circumstances, I don’t think that would be the best time to meet.”

  “But you said you wanted to meet my sister.”

  That had been before he’d realized the emotional strain Lucy was under. He was just coming to grips with his feelings for her. He wasn’t ready to make the commitment of meeting her family.

  She gave him a pointed look as if this was going to be the make-or-break moment in their relationship. If he became her emotional support this time, would she expect him to always be there for her? Could he do that?

  “I understand.” She stepped back. Smoothing her hair and squaring her shoulders, she looked at him with her large eyes peppered with bone-deep pain.

  Guilt washed over him. “Okay.” Even to his own ears he didn’t s
ound enthusiastic.

  Relief filled Lucy. Having Ryan with her when she faced Alexis would help strengthen her. The shame formed a lump in her stomach, making her want to double over in pain. Admitting to Ryan her feelings about Emily had been difficult enough, but to have to confess her pathetic feelings of jealousy had been far worse.

  How could she explain to Alexis she was envious of her? Her own sister? That it hurt to be around her and her family. She wanted to be a part of that unit but she wasn’t. That she had seen her sister’s resentment. If you really loved someone, you shouldn’t be jealous of them. You should want the best for them. Be happy for them, but…

  Lucy wrapped her arms around Ryan’s neck and hugged him. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” This was one thing she didn’t want to do alone.

  He gave her a quick kiss. “You’re welcome, honey.” He sounded sincere but there was still an unsure look in his eyes. “So when do we see them?”

  “They’re staying in an apartment near Times Square. Sam’s company keeps it for employee travel. Alexis wanted to come here but I told her it was too small and they didn’t need to be hauling Emily up three flights. They want me to come to dinner this evening.”

  “Okay. You call and let your sister know that you’re coming and make sure it’s all right for me to come along.”

  “I’m really sorry I’ve dumped my personal problems on you.”

  “Stop saying you’re sorry. We’ll get through this.”

  A stricken look crossed his face for a second but soon changed to a gentle smile. He’d said we. Was she asking too much of him? Was this too personal, too involved for him?

  Ryan held her hand while she spoke to her sister. Afterwards, his hands went to her shoulders. He turned her round and nudged her towards the bathroom. “Now go and get yourself together.”

  Ryan’s deep voice speaking to a person at the St. Regis was the last thing she heard before stepping under the shower. Through still unsure how she’d handle seeing Emily or Alexis again, she felt reassured that Ryan would be there with her. Twenty minutes later she came out of the bathroom dressed in a robe with her wet hair twisted in a towel on top of her head.

  Ryan sat on her small sofa, making it look very inadequate for his large size. One ankle was propped on the other knee. He’d removed his jacket, leaving it hung over the top of a chair at the table. Amazingly, he seemed right at home in the small apartment.