Free Reversing Over Liberace by Jane Lovering Page A

carefully centred on each pillow and a small, atmospheric lamp glazed the room a light pink.
    I was suddenly shy. Caught by the reflections in the window, I went over and pretended to gaze out into the night, arms along the windowsill. I felt the hairs prickle on the back of my neck as Luke stood close behind me, his breath swirling the air warmly at my nape.
    â€œWillow,” he said, and I turned. Instantly he had me, lips on my mouth, hand entangled in my hair, fingers trembling over the buttons on my shirt. The air came chill against my body as first my shirt and then my skirt fell away, but I was almost unconscious of it. Luke’s heat drove any other thought from my head. His fingers traced my shoulders, then his lips did the same. He kissed me again so hard that the air fled from my lungs. Whispering to me all the time, things he wanted to do, things he had to do or die, teasing me and taunting me. Then, when he had me pinned beneath him, the embroidered canopy of the bed swinging over our heads like the roof of heaven, he began to undress himself.
    God, that man was sexy. His body was every bit as stupendous as I had imagined. In fact, it was probably better now than it had been ten years ago, muscled and taut where it had been spare and skinny, a raft of pale hairs drawn between his nipples and down the line of his stomach. As his hand went to his belt, he looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure?”
    â€œOh, yes,” I breathed, a phrase I was to repeat quite frequently from then on, with variable punctuation. “Oh, yes .”
    There was a kind of frenzy about Luke in bed—oh, nothing kinky. You’re not getting any tales from me about handcuffs or spanking competitions. (Even if it did happen I wouldn’t tell you. We don’t know each other that well.) A very concentrated approach to sex, as though he was blocking out the whole of the rest of life while he made love to me. It made me feel as if I was the centre of the universe, the most desired, the hottest woman in the galaxy, watching the man I’d always wanted giving himself up to me on waves of pleasure and afterwards collapsing in my arms with sweat glazing his body.
    â€œSo then.” I lay on my side and traced the outline of his ribs. “How was New York?”
    â€œBusy. Loud. Dirty.” Luke rested on his back with his arms behind his head. “Much as you’d expect. Have you ever been?”
    â€œNo.” I waited for him to say “we’ll go together”, but he didn’t. “What did you get up to over there? Apart from work.”
    â€œApart from work, nothing. I’d had the heads-up from James about a car, thought I might be interested in it, so I flew out to take a look, had a bit of a poke round some others while I was there, came back. End of story. So. How was your week?”
    He turned his head to look at me, his eyes lazily clouded with sex, and I gulped to prevent lunch reappearing. “Um. I…well, I had a good time, actually. I…” I’d been about to mention my legacy but when he looked at me like that my mind went a complete blank. “I…oh God, Luke …”
    Later, we tried conversation again. This time Luke initiated. “It’s a bloody shame I couldn’t buy that Caddy over in New York, you know. You would have looked absolutely amazing in it. You do have the most incredible breasts, by the way, did I mention?”
    â€œI think you did say something similar, yes,” I said, rather breathlessly. “Was it not for sale after all?”
    Luke began kissing me. “Yeah, but I’ve got a bit of a cash shortfall at the moment, until I get the business up and running this end. So I had to say ‘no’ to it. Pity, but there you go, that’s business. Can we just try…?”
    The man was insatiable.

Chapter Nine
    When Luke dropped me off at home on Sunday, I flopped down on the sofa feeling slightly