Loving Bailey by Evelyn Adams

nerves. She was going to
do this. She was going to have sex with Spencer. Quite a lot of it
if he was game. And she thought, glancing at the thong riding low
over the dimples at the small of her back, he should be up for
it.
    The double entendre struck her as a little
too funny and she set the wine glass back on her dresser. She
wanted to take the edge off not get drunk.
    And any reservations she’d had about sharing
this night with Spencer instead of Trace had been smashed flat when
he got the skinny blond to help her at the farmers’ market. He was
having fun with someone – so could she – and Spencer seemed like
he’d be a lot of fun.
    She’d had such a nice day with him. After the
market they’d gone to Blacksburg to shop and wander around the
college town. They had a great lunch at Gilly’s and then strolled
around the duck pond at Virginia Tech, taking breaks every so often
to kiss like the other lovers sprawled in the grass between
classes.
    He kept his hands on her all day, stroking
her cheek, touching the small of her back. Every caress woke up her
nerves and ratcheted up her desire. By the time they made it back
up to the top of the mountain, her body practically vibrated for
him.
    She dropped him at his cottage, saying she
wanted to grab a shower before dinner. He kissed her, his hands
cupping her face, teeth nipping at her lip. She opened for him, and
he groaned, tasting her and taking her higher with each stroke of
his tongue. When he told her she could shower at the cottage it
took every bit of willpower she had to turn him down and drive back
to her apartment.
    She didn’t want to make a big deal out of the
virgin thing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t wanted to do something
about it for a while now, but she did want to at least fuss a
little over her appearance. She picked up the glass, took another
swallow of wine and walked to her closet, hoping some different
clothes had magically appeared in there while she was out.
    She rifled through her familiar wardrobe,
trying to decide between a dress or pants. The last thing she
wanted to do was look like she was trying too hard, but pants
didn’t seem quite right either. She had nice legs, she thought,
taking another sip. It would be good to show them off.
    So a dress, but nothing too formal. If only
Jude’s fiancée, Autumn, lived closer. She had fantastic clothes and
she wore dresses or skirts almost every day. She would have
something sexy but not too fussy. Bailey’s gaze landed on a blue
wrap dress with three quarter length sleeves and a skirt which was
just full enough to accentuate her waist without ballooning her
hips. The dress tied at the side which should make untying it fun
and if she wore high heeled sandals and no hose, it would look
pretty but not too formal. The heels meant she’d have to drive to
the cottage instead of walk, but that was a better plan anyway.
Getting sweaty and dusty on the way defeated the whole purpose of
the shower.
    She slipped into the dress and heels and took
a few extra minutes on her makeup, adding a little pale shadow to
her normal eyeliner and mascara. Before she slicked on a coat of
sheer lip gloss, she finished the rest of her wine. She spritzed
perfume under her hair behind her ears and on her wrists, rubbing
them together to release the scent, and then on a whim, she lifted
her skirt and sprayed a quick pulse of scent on her thighs.
Imagining Spencer nuzzling her skin there and inhaling the scent
had her reaching for her empty wine glass.
    Instead of going for a refill, she glanced at
the clock on her nightstand and decided it was late enough to meet
Spencer at the cottage. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the
restaurant on her way out, locked the doors and climbed into the
car for the short drive to Spencer’s.
    By the time she parked in the gravel space in
front of the cottage her hands were shaking with a mixture of
anticipation and nerves. She took a slow deep breath and slid out
of the car. Before