Wild Nights by Therese Szymanski

Author:Therese Szymanski [Szymanski, Therese]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594930690
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2007-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

I woke with the oddest sensation. I was completely aroused, for something different. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was seven thirty. I looked down and laughed; Genevieve, sound asleep, was still on top of me. However, my right nipple was in her mouth.

As I moved, her eyelids fluttered opened and I chuckled quietly. She realized her position and looked up. She looked like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

“Hungry?” I asked. Laughing she released my breast and I slapped her rump. “C’mon.”

After showering together, which amazingly did not evolve into sex, I handed Genevieve my robe as I slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Okay, I’m starving!” I announced and headed for the kitchen.

Sitting at the tall barstool by the counter, Genevieve nibbled on cheese as I prepared steaks for the grill.

Over dinner, we talked about our lives and our loves and past relationships. We found we had a great deal in common.

“I like you, Dani. I really do. How is it that you’re single?” she asked as she ate dessert. “This is good!” she exclaimed, delving into the root beer float. “Answer my question please.”

I sighed and shrugged. “Just lucky I guess.”

She gave me a curious look. “I don’t believe you. I think you’d love to be in a relationship, Dani Monroe.”

“How about you?” I asked. “You’re extremely attractive and very intelligent. Why aren’t you with someone?”

Genevieve sipped through the straw. “I guess I never found someone who really just liked me for me. I’ve been in love but they never seemed to want more from me. Maybe it’s me.”

I shook my head. “It’s not you. I’ve only known you for a short while but I think I’m right on this. You haven’t met the right one. Maybe neither of us has,” I said. I looked up to see tears in her hazel eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I reached across and took her small hand in mine. “Tell me.”

She sniffed. “Shit! I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m happy. I have a great job. A family that loves me. I just had the best sex I’ve ever had . . .” She stopped and blushed horribly and laughed at my dumbfounded expression. “Yes, Ms. Monroe, I have never had better sex.”

I thought for a moment, as I watched her. Smiling like a jackass, I noticed so many things about her that I’d overlooked in the heat of passion.

There was a tiny scar on her left eyebrow. She hummed quietly while she ate. Her eyes lit up when she talked about her job. She had an annoying habit of sucking her teeth when something, like a bit of steak, was stuck there. I chuckled inwardly and shook my head. Figures, Monroe, you started to fall for someone who lives in another state, who’s only here on vacation.

“Wow, what are you thinking?” she asked, leaning her elbow on the counter and resting her chin on her hand.

I looked into the hazel eyes and grinned.

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