Nick. Then again, if she knew him so well, why hadn’t she known he was attracted to her? That he’d wanted her?
“Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why, Nick?” The question had been on the tip of her tongue each time he’d shared another tidbit with her. He reclined on the floor, flat on his back, his head resting on his folded arms. Lacey couldn’t look away. His deep
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brown eyes mesmerized her. Had he always had that mysterious intensity and she just hadn’t noticed?
“Because you would’ve freaked.”
Lacey shook her head, vehemently denying it. “No, I wouldn’t.” Nick reached a hand up and cupped her cheek. “Be honest with yourself, Lace. You
never saw me as anything more than a friend. If I started telling you how sexy you were, that I wanted to get naked with you and do the freaky horizontal, you would have gone running for the hills.”
“The freaky horizontal?” Lacey choked out around a laugh.
Nick’s face split into a grin. “Or the freaky vertical, I’m cool with that, too.” Lacey laughed full-out. “Lord, help me. What have I gotten myself into?”
Anne Rainey
Chapter Five
After her orgasmic afternoon delight, they’d separated to the locker rooms and taken showers. They were now in his driveway and Lacey was nervously chatting about a client who hadn’t lost any weight. Nick half-listened as he stared at his front porch.
Lacey had been to his home before, lots of times, but only as a friend. Never as his lover. Everything took on new meaning now.
His house could have been right out of a home decorating magazine. Nestled in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, it was incredibly homey. He could easily visualize a couple of rowdy kids playing h-o-r-s-e. He was all set for a family; he only needed the wife to get things started. Not just any wife would do. He wanted Lacey.
“Nick, I just have one more question.”
“Shoot, baby.” He was so far gone at this point he’d tell her anything to get her inside the house and away from prying eyes. Nick loved his neighbors, but they could be damn nosy at times.
Lacey squinted at him suspiciously. “This thing between us, is it just sex lessons?” Lacey seemed to be holding her breath, as if terrified he was going to say it was
much more. He studiously ignored the part of his soul that was afraid she’d never see him as anything more than a means to an end. If he were completely honest with himself, of all the things Nick thought she’d ask, this was nowhere on the list.
“You’re thinking it death. It’ll all work out, I promise.” he hedged. She visibly relaxed, but Nick could practically see her walls going back up. What
had she been hoping he’d say? He mentally stored the question away for later. Right now, he wanted to kick off his newest venture as Lacey’s sex instructor.
“Come on, baby, quit stalling.” He opened his door and left the car, pleased when she did the same. He started to make his way around the hood to take her hand when
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Lacey stopped him. “I just thought of something. I don’t have anything with me. We should have stopped at my apartment first.”
He knew she was nervous, otherwise she would’ve remembered her stash of clothes and toiletries. She’d stayed over before. Once when she’d had too much to drink, which for Lacey was all of two beers. Also, a couple of times when a movie they watched ran late and he wouldn’t let her leave—for safety reasons, he’d told her. The truth was, he liked having her in his home. Nick enjoyed waking up and finding her all curled up in his
bed, looking adorable as hell. So much so that he hadn’t minded sleeping on the couch. In two long strides, he was in front of her, taking her hand and murmuring,
“Remember when you slept over that night last year? It was New Year’s Eve and you’d gotten a little tipsy. I had to put you to bed.”
She nodded, smiling up at him with a mixture of woman and friend. It drove him
“Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why, Nick?” The question had been on the tip of her tongue each time he’d shared another tidbit with her. He reclined on the floor, flat on his back, his head resting on his folded arms. Lacey couldn’t look away. His deep
Touching Lace
brown eyes mesmerized her. Had he always had that mysterious intensity and she just hadn’t noticed?
“Because you would’ve freaked.”
Lacey shook her head, vehemently denying it. “No, I wouldn’t.” Nick reached a hand up and cupped her cheek. “Be honest with yourself, Lace. You
never saw me as anything more than a friend. If I started telling you how sexy you were, that I wanted to get naked with you and do the freaky horizontal, you would have gone running for the hills.”
“The freaky horizontal?” Lacey choked out around a laugh.
Nick’s face split into a grin. “Or the freaky vertical, I’m cool with that, too.” Lacey laughed full-out. “Lord, help me. What have I gotten myself into?”
Anne Rainey
Chapter Five
After her orgasmic afternoon delight, they’d separated to the locker rooms and taken showers. They were now in his driveway and Lacey was nervously chatting about a client who hadn’t lost any weight. Nick half-listened as he stared at his front porch.
Lacey had been to his home before, lots of times, but only as a friend. Never as his lover. Everything took on new meaning now.
His house could have been right out of a home decorating magazine. Nestled in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio, it was incredibly homey. He could easily visualize a couple of rowdy kids playing h-o-r-s-e. He was all set for a family; he only needed the wife to get things started. Not just any wife would do. He wanted Lacey.
“Nick, I just have one more question.”
“Shoot, baby.” He was so far gone at this point he’d tell her anything to get her inside the house and away from prying eyes. Nick loved his neighbors, but they could be damn nosy at times.
Lacey squinted at him suspiciously. “This thing between us, is it just sex lessons?” Lacey seemed to be holding her breath, as if terrified he was going to say it was
much more. He studiously ignored the part of his soul that was afraid she’d never see him as anything more than a means to an end. If he were completely honest with himself, of all the things Nick thought she’d ask, this was nowhere on the list.
“You’re thinking it death. It’ll all work out, I promise.” he hedged. She visibly relaxed, but Nick could practically see her walls going back up. What
had she been hoping he’d say? He mentally stored the question away for later. Right now, he wanted to kick off his newest venture as Lacey’s sex instructor.
“Come on, baby, quit stalling.” He opened his door and left the car, pleased when she did the same. He started to make his way around the hood to take her hand when
Touching Lace
Lacey stopped him. “I just thought of something. I don’t have anything with me. We should have stopped at my apartment first.”
He knew she was nervous, otherwise she would’ve remembered her stash of clothes and toiletries. She’d stayed over before. Once when she’d had too much to drink, which for Lacey was all of two beers. Also, a couple of times when a movie they watched ran late and he wouldn’t let her leave—for safety reasons, he’d told her. The truth was, he liked having her in his home. Nick enjoyed waking up and finding her all curled up in his
bed, looking adorable as hell. So much so that he hadn’t minded sleeping on the couch. In two long strides, he was in front of her, taking her hand and murmuring,
“Remember when you slept over that night last year? It was New Year’s Eve and you’d gotten a little tipsy. I had to put you to bed.”
She nodded, smiling up at him with a mixture of woman and friend. It drove him
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