her, slowly, without words, making sweet, gentle love to her. He caressed her breasts, kissed the nape of her neck, his hands wandering everywhere on her body, finally settling at her clit.
It was slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time and patience in the world.
She didn’t even think she could come again, and when she did, it was a surprise, her cries of completion a sweet surprise as she flew into a climax that left her shaking and near tears.
He didn’t even come this time, just left his cock inside her and rocked against her for awhile, holding her, his cock finally softening until he stopped moving. Always holding her, touching her, kissing her.
It was the sweetest damn moment she’d ever experienced.
She’d loved Rand McKay for fifteen years. Tonight had only made it worse. Her heart was breaking in two.
She had to get out of here in the morning.
the sun peeked in through the half-open shades. Rascal was barking at something. It was time to get up.
Rand searched for Blair’s warmth, figuring a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
He reached across the bed, but she wasn’t there.
Yawning, he slid out of bed and peeked in the bathroom. No sign of her.
He went into the kitchen. She wasn’t there either.
By the time he walked out the front door, his suspicions were confirmed. Her car wasn’t there.
Blair was gone.
Irritation boiled within him. Goddamn it. He stormed into his bedroom and jammed his legs into his jeans, started coffee, and fed Rascal, then tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the coffee, to finish.
By the time he’d downed a couple cups of the strong brew, he was awake enough that his anger had passed. And he wasn’t at all surprised that Blair had hightailed it out of there. He understood her better than she understood herself.
Blair was afraid of what happened between them, because she enjoyed it. He’d cracked her shell. He knew it, and she knew it.
If she didn’t care, she’d have stayed. And that was a good thing. It meant she did care. She’d taken the first step and come to him after all these years. What they’d shared had been special, and he wasn’t about to lose her.
Now he just had to figure out what to do next.
He looked around the kitchen, picked up his coffee, and walked into the living room, smiling as the thought occurred to him.
He had a plan. A perfect plan.
six
blair blew out a breath and headed to the table where Abby and Callie awaited her. The two of them were practically squirming in their seats, anticipatory grins plastered to their faces as she approached.
Honest to God. She wished she’d never started this stupid bet.
“Well?” Callie asked before Blair had even planted her butt to the seat in the booth at Torinos.
Blair signaled the waitress for a margarita and grabbed a chip from the basket in front of her. “Well what?”
“Don’t play coy with us,” Abby said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know what. Tell us.”
“It was fine.” She bit into the chip and started chewing.
“Fine?” Callie looked at Abby and back at Blair. “You can do better than that. We want details.”
The waitress set a margarita in front of Blair. She took a couple long sips for encouragement, then said, “I went to his place. I fucked his brains out. Rinse, repeat. I went home.”
Abby frowned. “And?”
“And what?”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“There’s gotta be more, honey,” Callie said. “You are a fountain of sexual information. We usually hear in graphic detail about every conquest. You never clam up like this.”
Dammit. “Fine. It was hot. Beyond hot. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Are you happy now?” She grabbed a handful of chips and stuffed her mouth to keep from saying any more.
“Dayum. I knew it,” Callie said.
“He was fabulous, wasn’t he?” Abby asked.
“Yeah,” she managed with a mouthful of chips.
“So did you stay the weekend with him?”
She polished off the margarita. “No. I went home after one night.”
Callie’s eyes widened. “Why?”
Blair shrugged.
“You’d better start talking, or I’m going to call Rand for the details,” Abby threatened.
Blair’s head shot up. “Don’t you dare!”
“Then tell us what the hell happened! Because if you don’t, I swear to God I will go to Rand and get his side of the story.”
Blair gaped at Abby. She’d never known her friend to be so fierce before. And she really did need to talk this out, and who better to listen than her two best friends? If