Except he wasn’t sure he knew how to do that or what it meant.
Casey must have sensed his hesitancy, because her brown eyes sparkled at him, and in one graceful motion she rolled to standing and plastered herself against him.
The sweet scent of her assailed him. Her satin skin and luscious mouth jolted Drew right back into high gear. He rained kisses over her face and her shoulders, moving her toward the bed where she melted to her back with Drew on top of her. She handed him a condom and nibbled his lips as he put it on.
Her legs opened as he lowered himself between them, stroking her thigh. In one thrust he sheathed himself deep inside her. Oh, God. She was so soft, so wet. Her gasp, her eyes, and the feel of Casey squirming beneath him nearly sent Drew over the edge.
Her legs closed around his waist. His heart pounding, his skin burning, he drove into her again and again. With her moans and kisses and whimpers that were like a song in his ear, Drew lost himself in Casey’s vibrant glow. Her hands grasping his back, her teeth grazing his shoulder, she met his rhythm and heightened it, propelling him into an exhilarating stratosphere he’d never encountered before. Wanting desperately to please her, he fought to hold on until he felt her spasm around him. Then he exploded.
Afterward, Drew lay on top of her, breathing hard. She kissed his cheek in such a tender way it affected him almost as much as the sex they just had.
Which happened to be so outrageous he found himself wanting her again as soon as he rolled to the side. What scared him, though, was that he now knew he didn’t just want her, something in him also needed her. And, frankly, he didn’t like that one bit. It cramped his usually smooth and expert style.
The room was dark now, and Casey’s soft voice cut through the silence. “Why do all men think dancers are promiscuous?”
“I never said that.”
“You implied it.”
“You’re the one who said you’ve had a lot of lovers.”
“I never said that.”
“Hey, that was my line.”
“Is most of what you say a ‘line,’ or is some of it real?”
Stung, Drew sat up and hung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Are you angry at me for what just happened?”
“No, I invited it as much as you did. I’m just not sure how to interpret it. I really didn’t appreciate being ‘the babe on your arm’ for the day.”
“Well, I didn’t appreciate having the woman I’m supposedly with make a fool of me in public.”
Casey sat up, glaring at him. “Do you honestly think I liked what Taz did to me? And to you? Didn’t you get it when I danced out the door leaving our wine on the bar?”
“You sure looked like you were enjoying it.”
Casey climbed out of the bed and tossed on a blue kimono that barely reached the bottom of her butt. Drew thought she looked adorable in it.
“I’m a good performer,” she said.
“Do you want me to leave? That why you’re getting up?”
“I just want to shower and have some pizza. I’m hungry.”
“It’s probably cold by now.”
“I love cold pizza.”
For some reason that tickled him. He walked up to Casey. His fingers brushed her cheek. “You were spectacular. Makes me think you might actually have those overblown athletic abilities you brag about.”
She gazed up at him with a look that was both challenging and suggestive. “You’ll see when I beat your ass on the basketball court.”
Hearing her say that brought on a palpable relief that surprised Drew. It meant they’d still be seeing each other again. She turned away and he said, “Casey?”
She turned back. “Yes?”
“You could never be just a babe on somebody’s arm. I know you’re much more than that. In fact, I can’t even begin to guess all the mysterious things you are. But I’d like a chance to find out.”
Casey smiled. “I wouldn’t mind a chance to try and figure you out either.”
“Want company in the shower?”
“Sure.”
Chapter 15
She woke up to the tinkling sounds of Jiao giving her usual Monday morning piano lesson downstairs. Turning over, Casey pressed her face into the sheets, inhaling the musky fragrance of sex mixed with Drew’s sandalwood and male scent. Evidence that last night’s encounter wasn’t a dream.
But she’d sure gone to the moon and back. No one had ever touched her the way Drew had. She could safely say he’d reduced her memories of Jeff into minor kid stuff. So she at least had that to thank him for.
Casey shuffled to the bathroom and stepped into the shower grinning as she recalled the feeling of Drew’s wet body wrapped around hers, taking her from behind, his strong arms at her waist, his warm lips on her neck.
In the kitchen while eating their pizza they’d begun a heavy kissing session, which ended abruptly when they managed to knock over a vase of flowers, spilling water across the floor. For a rich dude Drew proved to be handy with a mop. She hadn’t expected him to spend the night, but he did. Making love to her on the living room floor and again in bed where they slept entwined. Just before dawn he awakened her to say good-bye.
And that good-bye turned into the best sex of the night.
Casey decided not to go to Natalie’s for breakfast this morning as she often did on Mondays. Her best friend would know in a flash that something had changed in the man department, and she’d insist on hearing all about Drew. She’d pick up on Casey’s feelings for him and make more out of it than was actually there.
What was actually there? As she dressed, the uncertainty came rolling in. Was last night just a sex thing to him and nothing more? Did he mean any of those sweet things he said? Sure, Drew said he’d like to get to know her, but all guys tell you that when they want to get laid. Casey was all too aware of Drew’s history. And her own. After ten years of carefully shielding herself from the Jeff Renstadts of the world, she’d be a fool to drop her guard and fall into a repeat.
Casey cleaned up the kitchen, stuffing the pizza box filled with leftover crusts into a garbage bag. Miss Daisy left her perch on the rocker to demand breakfast. Buster sat on the table waiting, and Sugar Boy meowed at her feet.
“Hey, Sugar Boy, things got a bit crowded last night, huh?” Casey had a queen-sized bed, but Drew was one of those sleepers whose legs were everywhere, and her cuddly black-and-white kitty hadn’t been able to claim his regular spot.
After putting on coffee she checked her phone for messages, scolding herself for the way her heart leaped at the sign of one—and fell again when she saw it was from her mother. A message reminding Casey what time her sister would be at the train station. She wasn’t looking forward to a family lunch today. Not when everything was up in the air in her life.
Halfway through her coffee and muffin she heard her “Take Five” ringtone and snatched up the phone. Only to see her mom’s number again.
How was she supposed to resist falling for Drew if she was already leaping at the phone in hopes he’d call? Could she continue to see him without developing an attachment for him? Meanwhile she’d agreed once again to his plan to find a studio. Which she needed since she had no other options.
“Hi, Mom. I got your message. Don’t worry. I’ll deliver Jenna to your house safe and sound. Anything you want me to pick up on the way?”
“No. But make sure you arrive at the station on time.”
“Of course I will.”
“You have a habit of cutting it too close. Jenna has an ankle strain, and we don’t want her standing too long waiting for you.”
Casey tried to suppress a sigh of irritation but apparently did not succeed. Because her mother ended the call with, “And try getting over this funk you’re in. We don’t want to spoil Jenna’s visit.”
Some things never change.
When Casey went downstairs to check her email—and the downstairs phone in case Drew lost her cell number—she greeted Jiao, who sat in the studio lo
bby nibbling a snack of homemade dumplings.
“I brought extra,” Jiao said, holding out a plastic container. “I know how you like my cooking.”
Casey snatched a few and licked her fingers after downing them. “Mmm. Will you marry me?”
Jiao laughed and sipped her tea, relaxing into the old sofa that graced the lobby. “Does Trevor cook?”
Casey grimaced. “I forgot to tell you. Trevor and I broke up last week.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. We were both hanging on to something that wasn’t really there.”
Jiao squinted at Casey. “Do I detect that ‘I’m seeing someone new’ look?”
Her cheeks grew warm. “Kind of.” Knowing Jiao would next ask who he was, Casey hustled to the desk and acted busy. “Excuse me. Some things I’d better do before heading out.” She could just imagine Jiao’s reaction if she found out the “someone” was that obnoxious father who’d burst into her studio to pull his son out of ballet class.
She checked the studio phone for messages. None. But her email had good news. “Jiao, remember when I entered a CD of my dancers doing the hip-hop piece into that Got Moves competition?”
“Sure do.”
“Well, we made the cut. The Cove Corps is going to be on TV!”
Jiao sprang to her feet and wrapped her arms around Casey, both women squealing with delight.
“I can’t wait to tell the kids.”
On the way to her car, she had the impulse to share the news with Drew. She told herself it was only because his son Josh was part of it. But as she slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out her cell, Casey admitted the truth.
She was already hooked on him. Not good. Dangerous, in fact. She knew his history. Even heard him tell Madame Lumina he had no intention of ever marrying.
Sure, things seemed exciting now. But waiting around the bend was a sign that said: Dead End. And Casey could see it from here. Sooner or later he’d get bored like all players who suffered from ADD Of The Latest Sex Partner. And he’d move on to the next.
She put the phone back in her purse.
Forty minutes later, Casey pulled into the driveway at her mother’s house after picking up Jenna at the North Cove train station. Yes, Mom, on time.
Lauren Richardson lived in the back half of the white farmhouse Casey had grown up in. She loved its covered porch and dormer windows. Parker had turned the front section into a bed-and-breakfast that gave their mom an income from the influx of out-of-towners visiting the vineyards.
As usual, her mom rolled out the red carpet when her sister came in from Manhattan. Six years younger, Jenna was her mother’s pride and joy. The one who rendered Casey into the “almost” girl. Her mother’s highest praise had always been that Casey was almost as pretty, almost as smart or almost as talented as Jenna.
During their lunch of roast chicken, french fries, plus steamed chard and salad greens that came straight from Parker’s garden, Jenna regaled their mother with her exciting life in New York City as a soloist with American Ballet Theater.
“After the gala performance the board held an absolutely fantastic reception for the company. George Clooney was there …”
“Oh, my God. George Clooney.” Her mother reeled back in her seat as if she’d witnessed the second coming.
“As well as Conrad Von Plonk.”
“The world’s fourth richest man!” A squeal.
That sent Jenna’s mouth into overdrive. “That’s not all. Sara Jessica Parker and her husband, Matthew Broderick.”
“Stop it, Jenna, before I pass out.”
Right about now Casey figured she could use a few glasses of that wine she’d had yesterday. But after her mother’s long struggle with alcohol she never kept liquor in her house. Casey also found herself checking her phone. Drew seemed to be more of a talker than a texter, but she saw no sign of either today.
She eyed her brother. He sat there with his usual easygoing smile, lightly nodding every so often in brief acknowledgement of the conversation.
Dear Parker. How did he do it?
But Casey knew one thing that would ruffle his calm. Drew sleeping in her bed last night. Just as she allowed herself to imagine introducing the wealthy and handsome Drew Byrne to her mother and sister, an unbidden image of him transferring his interest to Jenna assailed her.
“Why are you frowning?”
Casey looked up at her mother’s query. “Am I? Just, um, remembered something I have to do.”
“Aren’t you happy for your sister?”
“Of course I am.” Casey and Jenna smiled at each other. Smiles that were not the least bit fake. She loved this girl she’d helped to raise. And although Jenna could sometimes act self-centered, Casey knew the real person underneath.
It seemed easy for Jenna now to enjoy the high life safely onboard a major dance company. All she had to worry about was keeping her cabrioles quick and precise, her grand jeté’s dynamic and her body rail thin. (While I get to eat the fries and the strawberry rhubarb pie.) But Casey also understood the self-doubting part of her sister that needed constant reassurance the minute the waters got choppy. And she’d never let Jenna weather a storm alone. When the chips were down Casey would make sure she came through for her no matter what.
Parker rose from the table. “That coffee isn’t going to make itself.”
“Still my favorite bev,” said Jenna. Turning her attention to Casey, she asked, “How’s your school? Spot any rising stars in your ranks?”
“Actually we do have two young—” The ringtone caught her midsentence. Casey glanced at her phone. It was Drew. “Excuse me. Gotta take this.”
She rounded the table at a clip and sped into the private hush of the nearby living room. “Hey, you,” she said.
“When are you finished teaching for the day?” he asked.
“Not till seven thirty. You sound like you’re in a hurry.”
“This business of mine. Drives me nuts. Meet me in Greenport when you’re done?”
“Where in Greenport?”
“At the carousel.”
“Okay.”
“Wear sneakers.”
“Are we talking b-ball?”
“Be there.”
And he was gone. Was this their basketball challenge? Were they going out to look at property, too? Although they hadn’t talked much last night, at one point Drew had murmured in her ear, “You’re not backing out of our plan for the studio.”
And she didn’t want to.
She also didn’t want to witness another round of the family script being reenacted in a very boring one-act play at the dining room table. One glance at the scene told her its two main actors were engrossed in the same old dialogue. She headed for the kitchen and watched Parker spoon freshly ground beans into the coffeemaker. He had such a solid, steady way about him that just being near him refreshed her.
“Feeling left out?” he asked with a wry snicker.
Casey shrugged. “Same old. Same old.”
“Family is what it is. Guess all we can do is be grateful for what we have and focus on building the worlds we want for ourselves.”
“I agree. It’s just that this scenario sometimes gives me a painful reminder that I failed at my own dream of dancing with a major company. Not that it’s anyone’s fault but mine. I just wasn’t good enough.”
He turned on the coffeemaker and stepped toward her. “You don’t know that, Casey. You’ll never know, because you didn’t really have the chance. You didn’t even start taking real dance classes till you were what…”
“Eighteen. But Amanda gave me some classes before that.”
“Nutty, unpredictable Amanda. That was a taste of something now and then, not real training. And later when you got down to the real thing of course you had to include your baby sister, who was only twelve.”
Casey cut slices of pie and set them on dishes. “Well, I could tell she had talent.”
“So did you. But unlike Jenna, w
ho spent her high school years training, you spent yours at Dad’s sick bed, and cleaning up after Mom’s drunken bouts, and making sure Jenna had enough to eat and whatever she needed for school. Not to mention part time jobs.”
“I had you to help me.”
“Oh, come on. I was gone most of the time trying to keep Dad’s business from folding. Then when you went to New York you even let Jenna live with you in the summers and spent all your money on her dance classes while you worked to pay the rent.”
“But…”
Parker rested his hands on her shoulders. “You always give up on yourself, Casey, while you’re busy pushing others to win. But part of that is also a kind of gift. A gift that makes you an exceptionally good teacher. I’m not so sure you would have been as happy dealing with all the politics of a company as you are running your own school. Don’t quit on that. And if Drew Byrne falls through, you and I will make it happen. I promise we’ll find a way.”
Casey smiled up at him. “Nobody’s got a brother as wonderful as mine.”
He turned away, obviously embarrassed by her praise, but muttered, “Just remember I’m always there for you.”
“You’re not mad at me anymore for taking Drew Byrne up on his offer?” She hoped her feelings for Drew didn’t show.
“Not if he plays it straight with you. Just don’t let him get too close.”
Thankfully, Jenna interrupted them, carrying dishes to the sink. “Hey, where’s that coffee?”
“Coming up,” Parker said.
Jenna went to her sister. “Got a hug for me, Casey?”
“Always.” She opened her arms.
“And how about you, big bro?”
Parker joined them to make it a three-way huddle in the middle of the kitchen, the women giggling the way they used to as kids.
A memory tugged at Casey’s heart. Of eleven-year-old Parker playing his guitar and her ten-year-old self dancing about this kitchen with a three-year-old Jenna in her arms. And at the table, laughing and clapping: their dad alive and well sitting next to their mom, young, in love and sober.
“We need an extra place setting,” their mother said, strolling into the room. “We’ve got a mystery guest coming for dessert.”
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