Impossible Things (10 page)

He sat back down and leaned forward so that his elbows were on his knees and his hands were clasped in front of him. He was staring at her so intently that she had trouble getting the top off the water.

She finally got it open and took a sip before she continued, “We moved to London for him to go to do an internship and so I could be near my grandmother.”

“And now what?”

She shook her head, not understanding his question. “What do you mean?”

“Now what? You get married, he finishes his internship…those seem like his plans. What are your plans?”

She looked away. She hadn’t thought about it. Hadn’t thought about anything past the wedding and she hated to admit it to him but she also didn’t want to lie, “I…I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far.”

She heard a soft sound and turned back to see that he was rubbing his lower face and it made a scratchy sound. It was three in the afternoon and yet he already had a five o’clock shadow. “I’m sorry Lucy. I didn’t
mean to quiz you.”

She shrugged to dismiss it and their eyes met. His green eyes were less than a foot from hers and in the soft light of the room they seemed darker. His dusky skin seemed darker as well and she coughed again out of nervousness.

The doorbell rang but he didn’t move for a second. He stared back into her eyes and she felt exposed. She looked down at his lips and remembered them on hers, and remembered his mouth on the most private part of her as his tongue had slowly licked her. She felt as if her face had caught fire and she was afraid that he’d be able to see it so she looked away. He sighed, stood up, and walked out of the door.

He came back a few minutes later but he only took a few steps into the room. “Bring your drink and we’ll eat in the dining room.”

She followed him back into the entryway and then across the hall. The dining room was papered in a soft gray and the silk curtains that hung at the front and side windows were white with large gray flowers on them. The room was beautiful, steeped in shadows already as the sun began to go down, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to sunset so early in the day, and she saw that there was a fire laid in the fireplace.

He gestured for her to take a seat at the end of the table and she did. He went over to the wall and turned on the chandelier that hung over the table. He adjusted it until she could see the table and him but the outer edges of the room were still in shadow.

He came back to the table and that was when she noticed the bags on the table. They were black fabric bags with gold lettering and she recognized the name of a famous London restaurant. She probably wouldn’t have been able to get a table there and he had them deliver. Who exactly was this guy?

She watched as he took containers out of the bag and sat them on the table. There were at least six containers and she wondered what he had ordered. “Sorry to be so informal, would you prefer it if I get us plates?”

She shook her head. “No. This is fine with me.”

He smiled and handed her a fork. “Good. This is how I eat most of the time. My mother would kill me if she ever found out but it means that I don’t have a lot of dishes to do.”

She took the fork and he sat down. He opened one of the silver containers and handed it to her. “I had them make your steak medium rare. I didn’t know how you liked it and I should have asked.”

She stared down at the steak. The smell of it and the fat, stuffed, baked potato next to it made her stomach growl. “That’s perfect.”

And it was. The entire lunch was perfect. They ate and talked, but not about Sam, and not about anything important. They talked about an article that he had read in the morning paper, movies they had seen, travel, and finally he talked about himself.

He had been born in Turin, Italy, his mom was British and his father was Italian.  His family has split their time between London and Turin until he had been sent to boarding school at fourteen. That had lasted for only a year before his father died.

After his father died he and his mom moved back to England, her parents were there and she wanted to be near her family. He had moved to Italy after graduating from University, and now because of business he spent part of his time in London and part in Turin.

She asked him about his mom, if she had ever remarried, and he said no. She had a lot of male friends but she never wanted to marry again.

He was easy to talk to. He was funny and he quickly made her forget how uncomfortable she had been. She found herself talking and laughing without hesitation. She told him about her own parents and about growing up in the States.

It seemed that they talked about everything under the sun except what had happened between them.

They finished eating and she helped him clear the table. She laughed when she took the silverware to the sink and saw that it was full of at least twenty forks. He smiled and told her not to make fun of him and pulled her away when she turned on the water to wash them. “You’re not here to clean up after me. I promise you I’ll wash them later. Okay?”

She asked, “You promise?”

He smiled and held up his hand, “You have my oath.”

She laughed and followed him out of the room. The hall was dark and he switched on lights as they went. When they got back to the entryway he looked at the living room and then at her, “Would you like a tour?”

She nodded eagerly. She wanted to see more of his home. More of who he was.

They went through the downstairs looking at another living room, which he called the sitting room and then the library. It was cold and he apologized, “Sorry. Like I said, I really don’t use most of the rooms, so I don’t turn the heat on.”

She nodded, and went to move out of the doorway so that he could close the door, when he reached out and touched her hair. She stopped moving and looked at him as he said, “I really like your hair like this.”

She swallowed and said, “Thanks.”

He slid his hand down her face and his thumb came up to touch her bottom lip. “And I loved the red lipstick.”

Her hand went to her mouth and brushed against his. She had forgotten all about the red lipstick. Had he thought that she had put it on especially for him?

Not wanting him to think that she said, “It was practice for my wedding.”

She saw his eyes dim and he pulled his hand back before saying, “Well it looked good. You should wear it more often.”

She moved and he pulled the door closed behind them. She followed him back down the hall and then up the stairs and as she went her heart began to pound in her chest.

They saw two bedrooms, an unused nursery and then another small sitting room before he started back towards the stairs.

She stopped and when he realized that she wasn’t following him he turned, “What?”

“We didn’t see your bedroom.”

His hand was on the stairs and she saw as it tightened. “I didn’t want to scare you, or make you think that was all I wanted from you.”

She looked at him, not speaking, not moving, until he came back to stand in front of her. He looked down at her, and the look in his green eyes made her heart flutter. “Lucy do you want to see my bedroom?”

She nodded. “Yes. I want to see your bed.”

He reached down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her after him as he made his way down a hallway that they had skipped before. He opened a door at the end of the corridor and she walked in behind him. He flipped the wall switch and the room was flooded with warm, bright light.

His bedroom was as different from the rest of the house as it was possible to be. The walls were soft gray but the furniture was modern. There was a painting on the wall opposite the bed and it was just a giant slash of red. His bed was set on a platform and made from a dark wood that shined. It was the most beautiful bed that she had ever seen and she smiled when she saw that it wasn’t made. The gray duvet was half off the bed and the white sheets were pushed back as if he had just climbed out of it.

The thought of him lying between the white sheets, his caramel-colored body naked, made her instantly wet and she was the one who led him towards it. She hesitated at the look on his face as he asked her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded and reached out to grab the hem of his sweater. She pulled it away from his body and touched the warm skin of his stomach. “I’m sure.”

He shivered as she ran her hands across his chest and his eyes closed as his head fell back. She lifted his shirt higher and admired his muscles and the soft black hair scattered across them. Her hand followed her eyes and he groaned. She pinched his nipple softly between her fingers and she felt him rise against her hip. He pushed his body towards her and she pressed her full length against him.

He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her for a second before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. It was her turn to groan as their tongues touched.

With shaking hands she began to undress him and when she unbuttoned his pants and his hard length was exposed she sighed in pleasure. Taking him in her hands she had the sudden desire to taste him, the way that he had tasted her, but he didn’t give her a chance. He pulled back and helped her take off her clothes.

When she was standing in front of him in nothing but her panties she felt exposed but he leaned down to plant a kiss on her shoulder and said, “You’re so beautiful.”

She lost any self-consciousness at that and she pushed him down to the bed. He laughed as he hit it and he reached out to pull her down on top of him but she sidestepped his hand. Putting her hands on his knees she spread his legs and he looked down as she moved to her knees in front of him. “Lucy…”

His voice and the lust that filled it excited her even more and she ran her hand over his thigh and the soft hair that covered it. It, like the hair on his head and chest was a soft black that felt like silk beneath her fingers, and the skin on his thighs and groin was the same warm, honey color as the rest of him. It obviously came from nature and not the sun. It was so beautiful that she leaned forward and placed a kiss at the top of his thigh where his leg met his torso and he groaned.

She moved forward, spread his legs wider and licked the length of him. He was already hard and throbbing and at the touch of her tongue she felt a spasm pass through
him. Hr groaned again and it filled the room around them. She moved her mouth towards him again but he grabbed her before she could touch him with her tongue again.

With his hands in her armpits he pulled her up his body as he said, “I can’t. I won’t be able to last with you doing that and I want this to be good for you.”

His mouth was on hers before she could reply and it felt as if his hands were everywhere. He turned them so that she was underneath and he came up over her. He kissed the side of her neck and she felt the slightest pressure of his teeth and she groaned with it. His chest brushed against her breasts and her nipples screamed in agony, they had never been so hard before.

Unconscious of what she was doing she moved her hand down to touch her left breast but he pulled it away and replaced it with his mouth. When he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth she screamed and her hips came up off the bed.

“Lucy you’re so beautiful.” She heard his words and felt them as a vibration against her breast. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and she groaned. Her nipples were so hard that it was a mix of pleasure and pain and as he sucked one into his mouth she felt the tremors start low in her belly begin to spread out.

As she began to peak he moved his hand lower and touched her hidden spot and she exploded so furiously that she cried out again and clutched his face to her chest.

When the tremors had subsided she realized that he was still moving his finger and she moaned, long and low as wave after wave of goose bumps moved over her skin. “Lucas,” she said and he pulled back to meet her eyes.

She could see the desire in his eyes, it burned hot and she shivered in his gaze. He kissed her again and the movement of his tongue matched the movement of his hand between her legs.

He pulled back and came up over her and she spread her legs to accommodate him. She felt him, hot and hard, nudge against her and their eyes met as he slid into her. It was his turn to groan and with his free hand he grabbed her hips and lifted her to meet his thrusts. Her back was off the bed, her only contact with it her shoulders, as he held her up to meet him.

It was a new position for her and the angle of it brought him into contact with the ridge of puckered flesh that his fingers were still gently rubbing and the combination of the two made her pant. She realized that with every thrust he made she let out a whimper of pleasure.

She felt it as the power began to gather in her again and she grabbed his arm and called out his name, “Lucas…”

His eyes were dark and as she watched he bit his lower lip. His face was flushed and his hair was matted to his head with perspiration. He thrust again and the waves of her orgasm reached higher and higher and she called out his name again, “Lucas…”

He changed his angle and she let out a shriek and his mouth came down to hers again as he said, “Come for me my love.”

And she did.

As she rode the waves higher than she had ever been before she felt him pulse inside her and felt his warm release as he groaned her name over and over again softly into her ear.