togetherness.
Long may it last, Lucy fiercely willed.
She’d never had a man like Michael Finn in her life.
She wanted what they had right now to go on and on forever.
Of course it wouldn’t...couldn’t.
Loopy Lucy—which was what the kids at school had called her—was not good enough to hold on to this top-of-the-scale man for long. Just cherish the moment, she told herself. Hug it tight. Make it a memory she could hold on to. Unless she suffered amnesia or Alzheimer’s disease, nothing could take great memories away from her.
They were hers forever.
WOW!
For a while it was the only word in Michael’s mind. He had been conscious enough of his heaviness on top of Lucy to roll onto his side, but he took her with him, ensuring their togetherness continued. She hooked her leg around him, as intent as he was on maintaining their intimate connection. Her incredibly sexy breasts were softly heaving against his chest. Her warm breath was wafting over his throat. Her arms embraced him as though she wanted to stay clamped to him forever.
She was...amazing!
So uninhibited about showing her desire for him, voicing it, moving on it... no woman in his memory had ever been so actively inviting, making him feel he was amazing to her. His heart started thumping again as he recalled her peeling off her yellow dress, revealing the lovely curve of her back, the long glorious legs and her cheeky bottom fringed in white lace. Then stepping back to stroke him...
His mind had been so blown by her he might well have forgotten the condoms if she hadn’t brought up the safe sex issue. He was glad that she had. It was best to be careful. They had no history between them. Only today. But there were going to be a lot of tomorrows. He’d get a health clearance as soon as he could, do away with the condoms so there’d be nothing between him and the whole sensual experience of Lucy Flippence.
His PA’s sister...
Amazing!
She was certainly the best possible consolation prize for losing Elizabeth to Harry for a month.
When Michael grew too soft for her to hold him in, she sighed and moved her head to look at him, her big brown eyes shiny with pleasure, a smile of contentment curving her mouth. ‘That was fantastic, Michael,’ she said happily.
‘Fantastic!’ he agreed, grinning in turn.
‘Shall we go and have a shower together?’
‘Nothing I’d like better.’
She laughed, disentangling herself from him and rolling off the bed. ‘I’ll go and turn the taps on. We don’t have a mixer in the shower and you have to be almost a rocket scientist to get the temperature right using both taps. I don’t want you to get scalded and—’ her eyes danced teasingly ‘—I don’t want you to have a cold shower, either.’
She made him laugh. She made him feel happy. He suddenly realised he hadn’t felt this happy for a long time. The sunshine girl... He smiled over the aptness of the name as he followed her to the bathroom.
Showering together was another sensual delight, caressing each other with soap, doing what should have been foreplay, except they’d been in too much of a hurry. He loved her breasts, large enough to fill his hands and firm enough to hold their beautiful shape. The areolae were brown, a very distinctive frame for her enticing nipples, which he’d definitely pay more attention to later this evening...though possibly not much later. He was hardening again under Lucy’s erotic ministrations.
‘Mmm...’ she murmured, looking down at him and cocking her head with a considering air. ‘Maybe we should do what we have to do first, or we might never get it done.’
‘What do we have to do?’ he asked, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
‘Pack a bag for Ellie. And we could open your bottle of wine and eat what I’ve prepared.’ Lucy met his gaze, eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘Not that you look as if you need to build up your strength, Michael, but it might be even better if we wait a bit.’
‘Okay.’ He didn’t mind waiting, knowing what was coming. ‘Elizabeth won’t need much,’ he informed her. ‘She’ll be wearing the island uniform while she’s on duty, the same as Harry had on today—white shorts and T-shirt with the Finn Island emblem. She’ll be supplied with those clothes.’
‘So, it’s toiletries, make-up, underclothes....’ Lucy turned off the taps, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel for herself and handed him one as she listed the items to be packed. ‘Pyjamas, dressing-gown, the gorgeous caftan I bought her for swanning around in.’ She grinned at him. ‘It will certainly catch Harry’s eye.’
‘I’m not sure that would be doing your sister a favour.’
The remark earned him a sharp look. ‘You think he wouldn’t be good for her?’
Michael shook his head. ‘I didn’t mean that.’
‘What then? Ellie is very dear to me. I don’t want her hurt.’
He shrugged. ‘I simply have the impression she doesn’t approve of my brother. The way he flirts...’
‘Mmm...probably doesn’t trust him yet. I think she was badly let down by a guy about two years ago. Put her right off men. Harry will have his work cut out winning her over, but she is attracted to him. No question.’ Lucy wrapped her towel around her, tucking it in above her breasts.
‘What about you?’ he asked, wrapping his own towel around his waist.
‘What about me?’
‘How long have you been unattached?’
‘Oh, a couple of weeks,’ she answered, waving an airy hand as she headed out of the bathroom.
‘You weren’t devastated by the break up?’
‘Not at all. I’d been going off him for some time and I finally called it a day.’
She entered a second bedroom. He followed, watching as she opened a built-in wardrobe and lifted down a medium-size travel bag from the top shelf. ‘This should do,’ she said, smiling at him as she turned to lay it on the bed, waving at a chair in front of a computer desk. ‘Take a seat while I pack.’
He sat, noting that Elizabeth’s room was very different from Lucy’s—no vivid colours, less random clutter, more orderly, somehow not as endearing in personality. ‘Why did you go off him?’ he asked, curious about Lucy’s dislikes in a man.
She rolled her eyes. ‘He was getting to be a control freak, wanting everything his way. In my book, relationships should be a two-way street. I am not going to be told what to do, what to wear or what to say, and he actually started answering for me when people asked me questions....’ She threw up her hands.
‘No respect for the person you are,’ Michael deduced, liking her stance for
