Free Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) by Dani Lovell

in here, dude," he calls back, still kissing my neck.
    "Oh, okay, hey Tilly," Daniel calls, making me laugh.
    "Hi, Daniel."
    "We're all downstairs about to have an aperitif, can you resume that later?"
    Luke chuckles silently and drops his head to my shoulder. "Be down in a minute."
    "Cool." Daniel responds, and I hear his footsteps retreat to the stairs.
    I smile and pull his head up by his hair, he's smiling too. "Come on, bad-boy, let's go for dinner. We can pick up where we left off, later."
    He pouts like a kid, "But I'm hard, I need you..." he lowers his head to trail kisses along my collar bone. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the door, needing him, too.
    "Don't say that, I'm so horny."
    He growls and lifts his head to kiss my mouth, resting there, he looks into my eyes, "That's not something I can hear, right now. Come, the sooner we eat, the sooner we fuck. Let's go show our faces."
    He releases me and I go to change in my room.
    I slip on a pair of jeans and a cosy woollen jumper, and as I'm pulling on my big socks, a fully-dressed, gorgeous-looking Luke walks in. He's wearing jeans that skim his legs to perfection, showing off his incredible thighs. His v-neck, charcoal sweatshirt is soft and expensive looking, and fits impeccably... he looks like a bloody fitness model. "What is it about you?" he asks with a smile, "You're changing me; I never used to find socks a turn on at all, but now I think they're really freaking hot! It's all I want you to wear for the next two weeks."
    I laugh as I stand, pulling my hair into a pony tail, "Okay, if that's what you want," I say as I pretend to unbutton my jeans.
    He walks over and holds my wrists still, "Okay, okay, it's all I want you to wear for me ." He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it, "I don't want them seeing what's mine."
    I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, what's yours eh? You think I'm yours?"
    He smiles and frowns, "Weirdly, yes. Let's go."
    I follow him out of the door, wondering what exactly that means. Is there a chance we might be able to work something out? Do I want that? Yes. I do. I knew when I left LA that I'd want more with him, but he's not that kind of bloke. Is he?
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    The meal with everyone was lovely. The food was exactly as I had expected, bloody amazing! It was a little awkward, trying to avoid having a glass of wine without making a big deal of it, I was handed one, so I kept it - occasionally bringing it to my lips to simulate drinking. The taste of the pungent liquid on my lips actually makes me heave a little, I've heard that some women find the thought of alcohol repulsive when pregnant; I think I must be one of them.
    It was lovely to catch up with Bea's parents, Emily and Edward, they've been like parents to me since Dad died and I try to see them as much as I can, I'm always invited over to theirs for Sunday lunch with the family, and I go whenever I can, although I've been MIA in recent weeks.
    Daniel's parents are also lovely, just as Bea said, so welcoming and happy. His sister, Alexia, is hard to make out; she is very quiet, seems quite nice, maybe a little prudish. I'm also not sure if she 'gets' my British humour, she doesn't seem to laugh much. Well, she does for Luke, she couldn't help but laugh at their private jokes, giggling that squeaky noise, flicking her hair about like she's in a shampoo advert. I know I sound jealous, I'm not, I just found it really fucking irritating.
    Luke managed to peel himself away from Alexia long enough to join Bea, Daniel and I out on the verandah for 'one for the road' at the end of the evening. Everyone else decided to stay in the warmth, around the fire, but I really wa nted a moment with the LA crew.
    I had a hot chocolate with Bea, while the boys had a beer together. They held us close; Daniel had Bea tucked into his side, her arms wrapped around his waist, and Luke's arms were wrapped around my chest from behind, pressing me into his front. It felt just like LA... well,