A Christmas Date (4 page)

“It’s time for the ball
to drop,” Sean announced.

“What?” Angie drew her attention
from Luke and turned her stunned gaze on Sean for a moment.

“I think he means it’s
almost midnight,” Lillian giggled.

They all leaned out of
the window, watching as Samson their building super, presided over the lowering
of their own sparkling makeshift version of the New York City, Times Square
ball drop in the courtyard of their apartment complex, counting down with their
neighbors to a brand New Year, blowing plastic party horns and tossing endless
streamers and confetti into the air.

Sean
took Lillian in his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Luke looked at Angie, and
she walked into his open arms. This time, it was no sweet gentle little kiss.
This time Luke kissed her with all the pent up longing he’d been harboring for
the past weeks. His lips touching teasing and savoring every nuance, every
corner of her delightful mouth, reveling in her unrestrained response. The
spell broken only by Sean noisily clearing his throat, as Lillian insisted the
four of them hold hands and end their evening by singing “Auld Lang Syne”.

***

Luke knew when he’d
returned home from Milan that his life was going to change, but he hadn’t
expected to want this kind of change. He’d begun daydreaming, thinking during
the day at work how nice it would be to have what Sean and Lillian had, to be
able to call someone who truly cared about him in the middle of the day, just
to say ‘Hello’, and ‘I love you’. Not a single one of his dates had ever said
that to him. But then he’d never dated anyone long enough.

Now he lay on the couch
for the third time, across from Angie, she wasn’t asleep he could tell by her
unmeasured breathing. She too must be remembering their joke about expecting a
commitment after spending three nights together.
Even if it
was only sharing their friends’ couches.
But now he wanted more.
Much more.
Angie had her eyes
closed,
he scrutinized her features and the soft kissable lips he’d tasted earlier when
they’d rung in the New Year. Maybe the sudden rush of desire had transmitted
itself to her, because slowly she opened her eyes and looked directly at him.
Her lips parted, then suddenly her eyes twinkled with mischief and she said,
“Luke, what on earth is taking you so long?”

He
grinned. “Hell if I know!” He slid from the couch and knelt beside
her,
she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He’d always been the one to initiate anything between himself and a woman
before, this was refreshing. It was wonderful in fact. He felt her soft lips
moving over his, and then she touched the tip of her tongue to his and he was
engulfed in a surge of desire so fierce, for a moment he was afraid he was
about to lose control. She ran her lips over his jawline, and caressed the long
masculine column of his throat, touching and licking
softly,
it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

As though sensing his
need, Angie simply said. “Go with it Luke.”

While he took a
steadying breath, unable to believe this was actually happening, she tossed
aside first her own sweater, and then helped to lift his over his head. She ran
her fingertips down the smooth plains of his taut chest and abs, he flinched
when she came too close to the waist band of his jeans, he was so hard it was
almost becoming painful.

Angie’s eyes met his,
reflecting the same light of desire he was trying so hard to control. He rose
and quickly closed and locked the door to the living room and helped her shed
the rest of her garments. He wanted to take it slow, but he couldn’t and
apparently neither could she, because the instant they were both naked on the
rug before the roaring fire, she straddled him and took him inside. He watched
as she rode him hard, reaching up to caress her full breasts, wondering why or
how he’d ever been attracted to the thin models he’d dated before, she was
soft, warm and lovely, and one hell of a lover. He bucked beneath her, feeling
his climax rolling slowly though him like a fierce but slow moving earthquake,
and felt her convulse around him. It was the most satisfying experience of his
life.

They had barely
recovered their senses when Luke, still hard, flipped her onto her back and
slid back inside. Angie groaned and chuckled at the same time.

“This
is going to be the longest night of your life,” he whispered against her lips
as he began to move in long slow thrusts, she cupped his backside, urging him
to hurry, to pound inside her harder and faster. Apparently she liked it the
way he did.
Vigorous, and with nothing held back.
The
only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fire and the tiny breathless
pants coming from between her lips, followed by a moan of pure unadulterated
pleasure as she reached her peak; the exquisite sound, and the sensation of her
body rippling intimately against him pulled him right over the precipice with
her. He didn’t ever want to leave this spot.

Luke stroked his
fingers down her back and over the curve of her hip. She was soft and silky to
the touch. Skin that had likely never been exposed to the sun, it was so
exquisitely perfect in its texture. He wanted to discover if she felt that way
from head to toe. Now that they had expended a little energy, he could take his
time. He moved over her, kissing her softly, allowing his lips to trail down
from her warm pink cheeks to softly nip and lick at her delicate earlobes, and
following the curve of her shoulder, he worked his way downwards. Her breasts
were pure silk, her nipples hard and thrusting into his palms, he caressed the
underside of each breast and stroked his fingers across her rib cage as he
suckled each of her nipples in turn, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat
escalating beneath his caressing fingertips.

Feeling
more powerful and vibrantly alive than he had in years with her responses
urging him onward, he swirled his tongue around her navel, enjoying her soft
chuckle and the sudden indrawn breath as he parted her thighs and enjoyed
gazing on the perfect place between her legs, in the soft glow of the
firelight. She squirmed when he stroked a finger across her folds and slid two
fingers inside to feel her muscles clenching, drawing him in, stroking where
he’d planted himself only a short time ago. He watched her hips move with the
rhythm he created, and stroked a fingertip across her pleasure bud, thrilling
to see her hips rise up as she chased the ultimate height of the new climax he
gave her. Still reeling, her flesh sensitized, she was breathing deeply, her
small hands caressing his hair, when he bowed his head and placed his lips on
her still throbbing bud, suckling gently, in seconds he had her climaxing a
second time, feeling the ripples slaking their way through her body. She urged
him upwards, unsure at first of her intent, he complied. Finding himself
straddling her, he braced himself on his palms as she slid further down, lying
beneath him in the flickering light of the dying fire. She slaked out her
tongue and licked the head of his shaft, as she caressed his length with her
fingertips, then encased him in a tight fist as she stroked the head with the
very tip of her tongue once more. Watching her performance in the dim light, her
pink tongue circling his head, the expression of sensual enjoyment on her
beautiful face, he groaned, trying to maintain control as she urged him closer
and took him fully between her lips. She cupped his buttocks, urging him to
move and he pumped between her lips, the tight hot feel of her suckling, her
tongue moving over his most sensitive flesh drove him almost insane. The most
earth shattering climax he’d ever experienced rolled its way up from his toes,
in a giant wave of ecstasy and all coherent thought left him as he exploded
with pleasure.

Chapter Seven

It was about three in
the morning when they quietly slipped into the shower together, slowly
caressing and teasing, moving in symphony, but in total silence, unwilling to
risk awakening Sean and Lillian. Luke had never known such a sensual experience
in his life.

“Angie,” he whispered
softly, loving the sound of her name on his lips and unable to maintain his
silence any longer as she slid the soap gently between her hands and over his
body, caressing every plain and valley, cupping his balls and stroking her
touch across his hard thighs. Then she moved to stand behind him to soap him
from behind, trailing soft kisses down his shoulders and back, he’d had no idea
his back was so sensitive. She grazed her teeth along the curve of each butt
cheek, and he prayed she’d urge him to turn and take him between her lips
again. He would never be able to so much as see her smile without getting hard
in the future. She had a very talented mouth. “Please?” he begged. He’d never
begged for anything before, but his body was thrumming with need, and before he
knew it, she had him sheathed between her warm moist lips, her tongue doing
incredible things to his sensitized flesh. Suddenly he needed to be inside her
once more. In a show of strength he wasn’t aware he possessed, he lifted her
into his arms, and slid her down onto his shaft. She hooked her legs around his
waist, her arms around his neck and hung on for the ride.

A
pounding at the door as they were drying each other off startled them both,
guiltily they exchanged a quick glance, had they been noisier than they’d
realized?

“Luke, Angie? Lillian
is sick…I need help!” Sean’s frantic voice called out.

They both bolted for
the door, finishing dressing as they went.

Luke was calling an
ambulance, and Angie dashed to Lillian side. She was groaning and holding her
belly. “I knew it wouldn’t be easy having triplets…but it’s way too soon for
problems…” She was crying softly, tears streaming endlessly down her pale cheeks.
Angie held her in her arms, trying to keep her calm and reassure her it would
all be okay and desperately hoping that it really would.

Sean was frantic with
worry as he hopped into the ambulance with Lillian, tearfully holding her hand and
whispering reassurances. Luke and Angie followed in Luke’s car.

The emergency room was
crowded, but Lillian was quickly wheeled into a side ward and then rushed off
to the Maternity Unit for tests.

The three paced
together. Luke watched Sean, despite the worrying circumstances, he was
incredibly jealous of the love his two friends shared. Angie squeezed his hand,
and he looked down into her eyes. Sean had told him that he and Angie were more
compatible than he could possible know. He was right. He wanted everything Sean
and Lillian had, and he believed Angie did too, she was sweet kind and loving
and he’d be a complete fool to let her go. He’d lost touch with who he was in
the past few years, business had become paramount in his life, having someone
to share these moments in life with, was way more important than any of the
numerous possessions he’d accumulated. It was like a sudden dousing with cold
water, a wakeup call.

The
doctor was walking slowly toward them. Sean was almost trembling with anxiety
as he awaited the news. “Lillian is fine, and your babies too…”

Luke didn’t hear the
rest of it, because Sean whooped in relief and dashed off after the doctor to
see his Sweet Lily, and Angie jumped into Luke’s arms.

“When you said this was
going to be the longest night of my life…I didn’t think this was what you
meant!” Angie teased now that they were able to breathe again.

Eyes twinkling Luke
kissed her soundly and they followed slowly, hand in hand, to give Sean a
chance to visit with Lillian alone before they walked in.

Chapter Eight

It was New Year’s Day,
the magic of the night’s celebration, making love with the gorgeous Luke and
then Lillian’s scare, had taken its toll and Angie was both physically and
emotionally exhausted. Suddenly all she wanted to do was sleep. After they had
briefly visited Lillian and reassured themselves that she was okay. Luke had
taken her hand in his and they walked out to his car together.

“And Sean?” she asked.

“He’ll be fine, he can
call me or a cab if he needs a ride later, but I doubt he’ll be leaving
Lillian’s side anytime soon.” The hospital had decided to keep her in for
twenty-four hours for observation. They stood looking at each other in the
crisp morning light and neither seemed to know what to say.

“I’d better go home,”
Angie decided. Hoping instead he would ask her to go home with him.

“I’ll drive you,” he
offered.

“That’s okay, I could
use a few moments alone, anyway. And I only live two blocks from here.”

Luke
nodded, and hopped into his car. Angie stood watching, unable to help the
sudden tears that sprang to her eyes as he simply drove away. Her hopes of
something more shattered, and suddenly she felt very much alone.

It was still early New
Year’s morning, and even after showering once again, and changing, Angie could
still feel Luke’s imprint on her body and the silken texture of him on her
tongue. She was still far too restless to sleep despite being awake all night.
She decided to go down to her store, though they were closed for the day, there
was always work to be done. Orders came in online, she could make a start on
filling those ready for delivery the following morning.