Impossible Things (23 page)

Rodrigo was sitting on the sofa with paperwork on the table in front of him when she went in.

“Did you wait up for me?” she asked.

He grinned. “Am I that obvious?”

She nodded and he laughed and said, “Sorry. But we didn’t know where you’d gone and I was starting to get worried.”

She walked over and sat down in the chair across from him. He put down his pen and sat back. “So you saw him tonight?”

She smiled. “Not only did you wait up but you peeked!”

He nodded. “I heard voices. You’re my granddaughter.”

She laughed, “You’re never going to get tired of saying that are you?”

“No. Why should I? I’m not going to have kids-
,” he stopped and held up his hand to stop her from saying anything, “I don’t mind. I’m not saying that. I never really wanted them anyway, but you and your mom are the most important things in the world to Isabella and I want you both safe and happy for her sake but also because I’ve come to care for you.”

“Thanks, Gramps.”

He nodded, but he wasn’t grinning anymore he was serious, as he asked, “What’s going on with the two of you?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know. You heard what he said, how he feels.”

“But how do
you
feel?”

She kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet up under her. She’d been thinking about it all night and she still didn’t know.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I feel something for him but I don’t know yet if I can separate what I feel for him from lust.”

Rodrigo’s face looked confused as he asked, “What do you mean?”

Had he been her real grandfather she would have felt uncomfortable talking about it with him, but he was only a few years older than she was and she needed someone besides her mom to help her figure it out, and why not? She had discussed her sex life with everyone else, might as well add him to the list.

She took a deep breath and said, “Sex with Sam was…less than satisfying. I never-” she trailed off and Rodrigo nodded.

“That’s not been a problem with Lucas.”

Rodrigo was still frowning. “That’s good then
.”

She shook her head. “No it’s not good.”

He looked really confused at that. “It’s not?”

“No. Because of that, because of the ability that he has to make me enjoy it so much
, and so often, I don’t think that I am able to separate that from what I feel for him.”

It was Rodrigo’s turn to shake his head. “How can any of us ever separate the two? They shouldn’t be separated.”

“Of course they should! I don’t want to be with someone just because he’s good in bed.”

Rodrigo sat forward, his elbows on his knees and asked her, “So that’s it? You enjoy having sex with him but you don’t have any feelings for him.”

Before she could say anything he shook his head. “Here I was worried about you when I should have been worried about Lucas. You’re the one who’s going to break his heart.”

He stood up and looked down at her. “Lucy let me give you some advice and then I promise I’m butting out of this. I’m a man and I can tell you that we don’t ever have a problem separating sex from love. Th
ose two feelings come from two
very
different places.”

He walked towards the door and then turned back to her. “You’re over
-thinking this whole thing and making it harder than it has to be. Maybe you have a little more of your father in you then I realized.”

With that he walked out.

She was scared and she didn’t want to be. She had spent most of her life being afraid, afraid of letting go and giving in to her dreams, afraid of giving in to her desires for pretty things and an unconventional life.

Wasn’t that the reason
that she had picked Sam?

Angry at herself she stood up and went upstairs. She took off her clothes and went to take a shower. Standing naked in front of the mirror she stared at her reflection. She was still young enough that her body was in good shape. Her breasts were firm and high and she knew that wouldn’t be true for too much longer.
Youth, like pleasure, was fleeting and should be enjoyed in the moment.

She turned, walk out of the bathroom and pulled her long coat out of the closet. Putting it on over her naked body she slipped into the pair of silver heels that she had worn with her dress and grabbed her purse. Next to the kitchen phone was a number for the car service that her grandmother used. She called and within fifteen minutes a car was out front, waiting on her.

She had never in her life gone outside without underwear on, much less naked under a coat, and she spent the ride paranoid that the driver knew. When they got to Lucas’ she hesitated. The entire house was dark, except for a small light on over the door. She gathered what little courage she had and told the driver not to wait for her.

Luckily, the gate was unlocked and she walked past Lucas’ sexy, red sports car in the drive and rang the doorbell. It took almost five minutes for the door to open, five very long and terrifying minutes
, but then he was standing in front of her, clad only in the jeans that he had worn earlier.

His had been asleep she realized. His eyes were still clouded over and his hair was messed up and standing on end. “Lucy what’s wrong?”

“Are you alone?” she asked, and he nodded and said, “Of course.”

Her heart thundered in her chest and she felt faint with fear as she reached down and undid the belt of her coat. She pulled it back to reveal herself to him and his eyes went wide and he lost all traces of sleep. “Dear God!”

She smiled at him, smiled at the look of shock and desire that took over his gorgeous face, as he reached out and pulled her inside.

“What are you doing?” he asked and she felt sexy and powerful, two things that only he had ever been able to make her feel.

“I’m here to seduce you,” she said.

And she did just that.

She pushed him back against the mahogany paneled wall as she pushed her coat off her shoulders. Her breasts met his bare chest and he groaned. He was already hard against her stomach and she gloried in that, in the fact that she could turn him on so quickly.

He leaned forward to kiss her but she pushed him back again and held him to the wall with one hand while with the other she pulled his boxer shorts down. When h
e was hard and throbbing in her hand he put his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. The veins in his neck stood out and his hands clenched into fists. She liked that he let her control him, that he let her control the situation. He had done that almost from the very beginning. He had given her as little or as much control as she wanted.

In fact now that she thought about it, almost everything he had done from the beginning had been geared towards her enjoyment.

She felt her heart swell then as she looked at him.

He had been kind and generous from the beginning, not just with jewels but with pleasure as well. He had given her more orgasms that she could count but more importantly he had given her the gift of
helping her to discover her sexuality. She was starting to feel comfortable in her own skin for the first time in her life.

She was beginning to own her desires and she had him to thank for it. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was a closed mouth kiss of gratitude and not one of passion and he opened his eyes in surprise.

He looked at her in silence for a minute and then he said, “I love you.”

She wanted to say it to him, but it was still too early, and she wasn’t that brave yet, so she nodded and kissed him again, opening her mouth and sending her tongue out to find his.

He kissed her back, never touching her, his hands fisted tightly at his sides. She moved her mouth to his neck and licked the vein that was standing out. He shivered and she kissed his ear and bit down gently on the lobe. She felt his nipples harden and she reached down to twist one between her fingers. “Does that hurt?” she asked and he shook his head no.

She kissed her way down his neck, traced his collar bone with her tongue, lightly bit each of his nipples in turn and sent her tongue out to trace his belly button. She rubbed her cheek over the light scattering of black hair that dusted his chest and kissed and then ran her tongue along his hip bones.

His erection nudged her chin and she smiled. She turned her head, rubbed her cheek against the length of him and he groaned as she felt his hands come up to tangle in her hair.

“Lucy…”

She looked up at him and his eyes were open and watching him. “You don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to. I enjoy giving you pleasure the way that you’ve given it to me.”

She ran her finger over the tip of him, picking up a drop of moisture and he groaned again before saying, “You give me pleasure just by being here.”

“But now I want to give you more,” she said and
bent her head.

When she woke up she didn’t know where she was. The room was dark and it took a minute for her to realize that the warm body pressed up against her was Lucas. She hadn’t meant to spend the night. That went beyond sex and slid into relationship territory and she wasn’t ready for that yet.

She slowly shifted so that she could get up without waking him but his hand moved and cupped her breast. He moved up against her back and she felt his
erection pressing against her.

“I like waking up with you here,” he said in a sleep-roughened voice.

His mouth was against the back of her neck and his voice vibrated up and down her spine causing goose bumps to break out on her skin and her nipples to harden. His hand moved from her breast to her leg and then his fingers brushed against her.

Unconsciously she spread her legs and his fingers went in search of her. He found the spot that only he knew so well and she moved to her back to give him better access. He leaned down to kiss her shoulder and she felt her orgasm rising in waves just as the doorbell rang.

Afraid that he would leave her she grabbed his arm and whimpered but he reassured her, whispering, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She nodded and bit her lip, trying not to cry out. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder again and said, “You’re so beautiful.”

She rolled over and their eyes met and held, one hand holding on to his arm as the muscles in it flexed as he rubbed her in smaller and smaller circles until she came. Despite everything that they had shared, the things that had been said, and the many ways in which he had been inside her body, to Lucy that moment seemed the most intimate of them all.

Watching him, watching her, she felt the wall that she had built up between them begin to crumble.

The doorbell rang again and he kissed her again, got up and put on his pants. He looked back over his shoulder once before he left the room.

She didn’t know whether she should get up and get dressed or wait for him to come back. The part of her that wanted to keep him at a safe distance told her to get up, get dressed and go home, but the part of her that was slowly letting him in wanted to stay and wait for him to come back to bed so they could make love again.

She pulled the sheet up and rolled over to his pillow taking a deep breath to bring the smell of him into her lungs. She needed to get up and use the bathroom but she was too comfortable.

She was just starting to doze off again when Lucas came back into the room. His face was worried and she sat up, pulling the sheet to her chin. “What’s wrong?” she asked and watched as he began to open dresser drawers.

He pulled out a gray t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants and brought them over to the bed and handed them to her.

Not understanding she took them anyway and looked up at him as he said, “My mum is here.”

Her heart shuddered to a halt in her chest. She looked from his face to the floor, looking for her clothes, and then she remembered that she didn’t have any! She had come in her coat and nothing else, not even a pair of underwear.

Panicked, s
he looked up at him and he nodded at her, realizing that she had just remembered her lack of clothes. He went over to the dresser and pulled out another t-shirt, which he put on. She pulled the clothes that he had given her under the sheet and wiggled into the pants, which were far too loose and was just about to put the t-shirt on when she looked up. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom was Lucas’ mom.

Lucas’ back was to the door and he had no idea that she was standing there. Lucy and
his mom stared at each other for a minute, neither saying anything and Lucy felt her face go white and then red with embarrassment.

When his mom cleared her throat Lucas jumped but instead of going towards her he went to the bed and pulled the spread up to cover Lucy. It was a telling gesture but neither Lucas nor Lucy realized it.

“Mum I said I’d be down in a minute.”

Lucy watched as h
is mom looked at him and with one black eyebrow arched said, “Yes darling but then I wondered what was taking you so long. I thought you might have gotten lost. I didn’t realize you had company.”