Ready for Love (11 page)

His entire body went still, and she swore he stopped breathing.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she said after an uncomfortable moment of silence.

He took her hand and directed it to the front of his gym shorts.

Sydney gasped when he pressed her hand against his erection.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he said in an unsteady tone.

“Oh.” She took advantage of the opportunity to stroke him and felt him grow even harder. She’d never forgotten what it’d been like with him—the thrill, the connection, the overwhelming passion. “Then what?”

“Syd,” he said, his eyes closed and his face tightened with tension as she relearned his length and width. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as he pushed against her hand.

“Tell me.”

“When we do this, I want it to be about us.”

“Who else would it be about?”

He opened his eyes and met her gaze. “It’s not about us tonight. And that’s okay. That’s what you needed. But when we do this, it has to be for the right reasons. We’ve already had one chance and managed to screw it up. I don’t want to screw it up again.”

Sydney withdrew her hand and shifted onto her back. “I should go home.”

He stopped her. “No. Stay here with me. Stay for as long as you want. We’ll get there.” Cupping her cheek, he turned her face toward him and kissed her. “And when we do, it’ll be worth the wait.”

“You’re sure of that?” she asked with a smile, anxious to diffuse the tension she felt coming from him.

“I’ve had
years
to think about what I’d do if I ever got a second chance with you.”

The intensity behind the statement made her shiver with anticipation. “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh.” He trailed kisses from her throat to her ear. “As much as I love being with you like this again, I never would’ve wished for it to happen the way it did. I hope you know that.”

“I do. I know that.” She rested her head on his chest. “I love being with you again, too.”

“Being in a bed is a novelty for us.”

Sydney laughed. “Remember all the crazy places we did it?”

“I remember everything.”

“You really do, don’t you?”

“Every minute. So you’ll stay awhile? Spend some time with me? Let me take care of you?”

She studied his handsome face for a long moment before she said, “Yes, Luke. I’ll stay with you.”

The next time Sydney woke, she was alone in the big bed and bright sunlight was working its way through small cracks in the blinds that covered the windows. She looked around the room, which was tidy but short on frills, like the man who occupied it. Outside she heard Buddy barking the way he did when he was engaged in a fierce game of fetch.

She glanced at the clock and shot out of bed when she saw it was almost noon. Luke was probably waiting for her to get up so he could take her home and get to work. Her dress from the night before was impossibly wrinkled from being slept in, but it would get her home. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she rushed outside where Luke was throwing a tennis ball for Buddy.

As Buddy flipped himself over in his haste to grab the ball, Luke laughed. Watching him, Sydney remembered the tender way he’d cared for her the night before, how he’d encouraged her to talk about the family she’d loved and lost, and how he’d put her needs above his own, the way he had even as a boy.

“Hey,” Luke said. “You’re up.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ve made you late for work.”

Walking over to her, he said, “I took the day off.”

“Because of me.”

He kissed her nose. “We work seven days a week this time of year. I can’t tell you when I last had a full day off, so I was due. No worries, honey.”

Sydney could tell she surprised him when she put her arms around his waist and went up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“What’s that for?”

“To thank you for last night. You got me through a rough spot, and I appreciate it.”

He wrapped her up in a tight hug. “I was glad to be there for you. Now, how about some coffee and something to eat? You have to be starving after not eating last night.”

“Coffee would be great, but then I should go. You probably have things to do.”

Drawing back to look down at her, he touched his lips to her forehead. “I thought we agreed you were going to stay with me awhile.”

Sydney looked up at him. His face was freshly shaven, his hair still damp from the shower, and his serious dark eyes were intensely focused on her. “I thought you meant just last night.”

“I meant for as long as you want to be here.”

“Oh.”

He reached for her hand and linked their fingers. “Let’s start with coffee and go from there.”

She followed him inside, where he poured coffee and insisted on making her an omelet and toast. Sydney was lingering over a second cup of coffee when she asked Luke about her purse.

“I’ll get it for you.” He went into the living room and returned with it.

“Thanks.” She checked her cell phone and let out a gasp. “Oh God. My mother’s been calling all morning.” Sydney called her mother back as Luke got busy cleaning up the kitchen.

“Sydney!” Her mother’s voice was frantic. “
Where have you been?
Why haven’t you answered your phone?”

Syd closed her eyes, summoning fortitude. “I’m so sorry. My phone fell out of my purse in the car last night. I didn’t notice until now.”

“Your father and I were about to call the airlines!”

“I’m sorry you were worried. How was the reunion?” She talked to her dad next, and by the time they hung up, her parents were reassured that Sydney was doing fine on the island. She put her head down on the counter for a second to regroup.

Luke’s hands landed on her shoulders, kneading away the tension. “Everything okay?”

“It’s normal, isn’t it? After what happened, it’s normal for them to hover over me to the point of suffocation, right?”

“I suppose so.”

She tipped her head to encourage him to continue the divine massage. “I know they don’t mean to smother me, but I wanted to jump for joy when they left on their trip. If they come back before the end of August, I may very well shoot myself.”

“I’ll lock up the guns.”

Sydney laughed and then moaned when he worked out a tight knot.

“Will you tell them?”

“About what?”

“That you’re seeing me again.”

“Eventually.”

“Will it be an issue?”

Even though she wasn’t at all finished enjoying the massage, she turned so she could see him. “Not for me.”

“So if your parents flip out that you’re dating the marina guy again, you’ll be fine with that?”

“I imagine they’ll want me to be happy.”

“And if they don’t approve?”

Sydney wrapped her hands around his and waited until his gaze met hers. “It won’t matter.”

“You say that now.”

“Trust me when I tell you I love my parents, but I’m not under their thumbs. Not anymore.”

He nodded, released her hands and went to finish the dishes.

Sydney followed him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her face on his back. She held him until she felt the tension begin to leave him.

“You need to call Maddie. She was here last night, and she’s worried about you. She’s called this morning hoping to talk to you.”

“I’ll call her. After that, can we run by my place so I can get some clothes and a toothbrush?”

“Sure.”

“Are we okay, Luke?”

“Of course we are.”

He said what she wanted to hear, but she wondered if he meant it. Once again her parents were coming between them, and this time they were more than a thousand miles away.

Luke drove her home to pack a bag and collect Buddy’s toys. She made them a picnic lunch that they took to the beach in front of Luke’s house. Buddy chased the seagulls and flirted with the waves, running back to the safety of the blanket when the waves got the better of him.

Sydney laughed at his antics, patting him on the head to reassure him every time he returned to her. “He’s a big baby,” she said. “Although it’s such a relief to see him being playful again.”

From the blanket, Luke chucked the tennis ball and sent the dog flying down the beach. “That ought to give us three or four minutes.”

“For what?” Syd asked.

Smiling, he slipped a hand around her neck and drew her into a kiss that started out soft and sweet but turned hot and wild.

They were interrupted when a spit-soaked tennis balled landed with a plunk on Luke’s back.

“Ugh,” he said, pulling back from her. “Gross, man.”

Buddy barked, demanding Luke throw the ball again.

“All right, hold your horses.” Luke put some serious muscle behind the throw this time and sent the ball even farther down the beach.

Buddy took off like a shot.

“Now,” Luke said, turning back to Sydney, “where were we?”

She opened her arms to him. “Right about here.”

“Mmm, I love it here.” He left a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her ear.

“Luke?”

“What, honey?”

Her hands slid over his shoulders to his back and muscular backside. “If we were to, you know, do what we used to do here, would it be about us?”

Groaning, he recaptured her mouth in another torrid kiss. “Not here,” he said when he came up for air. “I want a shower and a bed.”

“You’re no fun anymore.”

He grunted out a laugh. “Gee, thanks.”

“Now where did Buddy go?” She called for the dog.

“Is that him?” Luke pointed. “Way down there?”

“Yes! What’s he doing?”

“I’ll go get him,” Luke said, kissing her quickly. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Hurry.”

Sydney shivered at the almost predatory look he gave her before he jogged down the beach to where Buddy was working on something he’d found on the sand. She hoped it wasn’t gross or smelly, because she really didn’t want to have to give him a bath. Not right now. Not when she and Luke had better things to do.

She reclined on the blanket, letting the afternoon sun warm her face.
Am I really going to do this?
Did all widows feel guilty and torn the first time they made love with another man after losing their husband? “Seth would want me to be happy,” she said. “That was all he ever cared about.” But would he want her to be happy with Luke, the only other man she’d ever loved?

Of course she’d told Seth about Luke and how she’d left their relationship unfinished. She didn’t think Seth had seen Luke as any kind of serious threat to him or their marriage, but then he hadn’t known how often she’d thought of her first love or how badly she felt about leaving him without a word.

“Seth is gone,” she said, almost as if she needed the reminder as Luke ran back to her with Buddy trotting along beside him. Luke was tall and had the kind of muscles men earn from years of hard physical work rather than hours in the gym. He had just the right amount of dark chest hair, and watching him come toward her with intent in his eyes sent awareness zinging through her that landed in an ache between her legs.

All he’d ever had to do was look at her in that particular way, and she was his.

“He found a dead bird and a garbage bag,” Luke said.

“Yuck. He didn’t actually eat the bird, did he?”

“I think it was more about giving it a proper burial.”

Sydney looked closer to find Buddy’s paws and nose caked with sand. “Fabulous.”

Luke held out a hand to help her up. “I’ll squirt him off in the yard.”

Buddy’s bath turned into a three-way water fight when Luke trained the hose on Sydney rather than the dog. She fought back, wrestling him for the hose and getting doused again with icy water that had her gasping.

“I guess we can skip the shower,” Luke said with another of those heated looks that made her knees weak. “For now.” He toweled Buddy dry and sent the dog inside for some food and water. “Your turn,” he said to Syd, using a sun-warmed beach towel to dry her face and shoulders.

By the time he dragged the towel over her belly, Sydney was about to combust. “Luke.” The single word carried a world of need.

He ran the towel over his own body, dropped it to the ground and reached for her. “Are you sure, baby? Really sure you’re ready?”

She went up on tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m sure.” Sydney was startled—and even more aroused—when he scooped her up and carried her inside. He kicked the bedroom door shut so Buddy wouldn’t follow them.

As he deposited her on the bed, his gaze traveled over her reverently. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said. “And that we’re really about to do this.

“In the middle of the day, no less,” she said, smiling at him. “Scandalous.”