Postcards At Christmas. Cara Colter

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       Chapter Seven

      All that Saturday, Lucy did think of him.

      And not only because she was walking around without her panties.

      How could she not think of him? He was the best friend she’d ever had, not to mention the hottest, smoothest guy she knew.

      He sat across from her at another café, where they had coffee and a real breakfast. She ordered a mushroom omelet and toast with jam.

      “Eat everything,” he commanded. “You have to keep your strength up....” And he gave her a look. Intimate. Teasing. That look said he knew she had no knickers on. That look made promises concerning what he would do to her as soon as they were alone.

      She couldn’t wait, though he seemed quite happy to make her wait.

      “Eat,” he said again.

      And she did. She ate every bite of her omelet. Both pieces of toast, too. Slathered in jam.

      After that he took her where she really wanted to go: his studio, in a villa on one of the hills surrounding the harbor. He kept a flat on the lower floor. They didn’t even go in there.

      Upstairs in the studio, he’d had all but the load-bearing interior walls removed. His sketches and oil paintings were everywhere, some tacked to the remaining walls, some on easels or spread out on the rough worktables. It was a beautiful space, full of light even in the cool month of November. It was also chilly, though, and dusty. He turned on the heat and admitted he hadn’t been there in months.

      That gave her another opportunity to remind him that he should be making time for the things that mattered.

      He only backed her up against a wall between a drawing of a small dark-haired girl in traditional Montedoran dress and another of a white goat chewing on a straw hat. “No lectures. Not today.” And then he kissed her, a slow, lovely kiss during which he eased his clever hands inside her coat and caressed her breasts through her sweater. He also trailed his fingers up her thigh, taking her skirt along, too.

      When he touched her where she wasn’t wearing any panties, she moaned into his mouth as her body instantly responded. He went on touching her, stroking her. She went over the top right there while he kissed her, by the window that let in the pale late-autumn light, against the white wall.

      As the fierce pleasure faded to a happy glow, she laughed and dared to put her hand down between them to feel how what he’d done to her had excited him, too. She was just running her fingers up and down the long tight bulge at his fly when the cell phone in his pocket started to vibrate.

      He muttered, “Ignore it,” and captured her mouth again.

      But she turned away, grinning and more than a little bit breathless. “Go on, answer it—at least check and see if it’s anything important.”

      “It’s not.” He bit the side of her neck and then stuck out his tongue and licked where he’d nipped her.

      By then the phone had stopped its soft buzzing. She gave in and turned to him again with a willing sigh. His warm lips settled on hers.

      And the phone started vibrating a second time.

      He swore against her mouth—and then he lifted his head, took the phone from his pocket and switched it off quickly. But not before she saw that it was Vesuvia. He glanced up at her as he shoved it back in his pocket again and must have seen something he didn’t like in her expression. “Don’t you start in on me.”

      “What? I didn’t—”

      He stopped her from saying more by kissing her again, a long, thorough kiss, more artful than passionate. She accepted that kiss. Like all his kisses, it was too good to pass up. But the mood was pretty much trashed.

      In the end, even a lover as skilled as Dami had trouble getting back into a sexy encounter after dual interruptions from the ex. He braced an arm against the wall above her shoulder and leaned his forehead against hers. “Sorry, Luce.”

      She tipped her head up and kissed him again, but quickly that time, brushing her lips across his. “Does she...call you a lot?”

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