Sexy Hart (Sexy Series) (5 page)

I nod, understandingly, but something inside me is smirking just a little bit.
'Wanting me...'.
So I know he doesn't mean 'wanting me' as a long term partner, but still - just hearing him say it makes me giddy. Would it be that bad if we had one more bit of nooky considering he's already been unfaithful to her, with me, once already? Where would we go? We can't do it in the apartment with her right there...
Oh, get a grip on reality. You would never in a million years have been 'the other woman' until yesterday. Don't dare go there again. Remember your morals and stick to them for goodness' sake.

"Clare..."

"Oliver, don't. It's okay, we'll forget this conversation, just like we will yesterday's activities. It's all a little odd because we're trying to get our friendship back to normal and we're on this amazing holiday... and your girlfriend being a bit of a... you know - it isn't really helping you want to keep it in your pants. But it's not just me, you'd want any attractive girl right now which is another reason I'd urge you to end it with Stacy. It's not right, Oliver, and you know it, don't you?" I stroke his hand a little to comfort him, he's obviously quite majorly confused right now.

He closes his eyes and nods in defeat. "I do. It was okay until we came away and she just went way overboard with being difficult and making an issue about my friends and family, and I really can't have that. I didn't want it to come to this because she is a nice girl... when you know her properly, but she makes it so difficult for people to like her and I'm just too easy going for that shit."

"I know you are, you always have been. So what will you do?"

"Well, I guess I'll continue with the holiday and try to make things better and if they still haven't improved by the time we get home... I will have to finish with her. I feel really guilty even discussing this with someone else, especially someone she has such a problem with... but that problem is so unfounded and you'd always be the person I'd want to discuss personal difficulties with - you're amazing at thinking about it properly and helping me understand the situation I'm in."

"Thank you, darling, but you know - as for the problem being unfounded, I'm not sure that's entirely true. I know she thinks I'm in love with you or whatever, and yes, okay, she's delusional there - but as for worrying that we'll end up doing something behind her back... well we did, didn't we. So her problems with me really aren't unfounded at all."

"That's a fair comment, but she doesn't know about that. She can't have a problem with something she doesn't know happened, and she had her problem with you
long
before we had amazing, hot sex together at the hospital yesterday," he says with a wink.

I giggle and gently smack his hand, "This is not the time, Oliver."

"I know, but seriously, thank you for putting up with it, and not biting back. And also, for not blaming me for the things she says to you. You're not that type of person, I know, but a part of me knows that you have been tolerant for my benefit."

I half smile and shrug, awkwardly. I am not the confrontational type, but yes, of course I'd keep my mouth shut for Oliver's benefit.

"And as for it not being 'just you', you're wrong. I wouldn't want to make love to any attractive girl right now... I want to make love to you."

Whoahoahoa...
I simply stare, open-mouthed with my eyes as big as plates.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I will stop doing that. It's not fair."

No! It's fair! Keep saying it, keep wanting me...
I can't even begin to explain how much I need to get naked with him and feel his warm skin against my naked body, have him kiss my neck, lick my skin... make long, hard love to me.

God knows what's written all over my face as I fall into this idyllic daydream, because when I glance back at him, he has the sexiest smirk painted all over that gorgeously happy face of his. A subject change is a must! "Anyway! The wine is delicious isn't it, hmm?" I take a long gulp, dribbling half of it down my chin in clumsy nervousness.

"Incredible..." he says, reaching forward to brush my hand away as I fumble to clean my face, and he smoothly runs his thumb across my chin before sucking it, making me whimper internally. Or externally... I'm not really sure. What the hell has gotten into him?!

We simply gaze at each other for a moment, I don't even notice him edging closer to me because I'm too busy soaking in this sexy, flirtatious expression of his, so when his hand slips around the back of my neck and his lips ever so lightly brush against mine, I moan out loud in longing, my eyebrows drawing together and my eyes closing as I prepare for him to take it a little further and kiss me softly.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" An irritating, loud voice asks, disturbing us, making us jump apart and fidget guiltily.

"Hmm? Oh... uh, no
... go ahead," Oliver says politely, running his hand through his hair. He turns to look at me and blows out a puff of air. "Wow. That was..."

"That was close!" I finish his sentence, nodding with a slight smile. "We should, er, we should probably make our way back now. It's all getting a little over-heated here."

He sits up straight and rubs his delicious thighs with his equally delicious hands. "Quite right. Good idea. Quite right. Good idea."

I giggle at his awkwardness as we step off the platform and head towards the lift area.

The lift arrives and he stretches his arm out for me to enter, "After you.”

The doors close behind him and he smiles before looking up at my face. He presses against me, taking me by surprise and before I know it, I'm pushed up against the wall beneath him, kissing like there's no tomorrow. The hairs on my arms... the hairs on my entire body, in fact, stand on end as I melt at his touch. He runs those strong hands up my sides and around my back until he's holding me so tightly against him that I couldn't move an inch if I tried... if I wanted to... which I don't.

I moan quietly as our tongues play together, erotically, his breath warming my lips, his lips caressing me divinely. My arms wrap around him, my hands pressing against his wide back holding him against me as he slowly glides one hand down my body to my naked thigh, and as he grabs it and hoists it up his side, I yelp in desperation. I need him... I need Oliver all to myself in my bed tonight, so, so badly. I need that feeling of his weight resting on my naked, inner thighs...
oh...

"Oh god, Oliver..." I whine, biting down on his lip.

"Clare, oh fuck... I've got to... I need you..."

Before I can respond, our tongues are together again, passionately searching for more, our hands all over one another, our bodies closer than ever, and suddenly...
'ping'
... the lift grinds to a halt.
Fuck you, lift! No, really. Fuck. You.

We swiftly separate in preparation for the opening doors. I take a long, deep breath in and out again, trying to shake off this unbearable horn. Ugh, like I needed that to get any worse. I smooth my hair down as I step out into the hallway like it's going to change the fact that we've just been at it like a pair of deprived sex-addicts.

"I, er... wow. I'm..." Oliver says as he slows his pace and I feel an urge to help him out.

"Don't be, Ol. I really enjoyed it, too."

I watch as his face lights up and he slows even more. "You... you're not going to say it should never have happened and all that?"

I smile, it's very true, I should and would normally be doing so right now, but the truth is, I did enjoy it. "I think we both know what should and shouldn't have happened. It's not going any
further, let's just leave it at that. It was naughty... but nice. Very nice."

He smiles and nods, "It was very nice, indeed. Thank you."

"You're welcome, thank you. Now, that's out of our systems, let's shake it out and get back to the apartment and back to BFFs. Okay?"

"I don't want to...
" he says with a wink, "but okay."

When we get to the door, he unlocks it and we both enter casually, making our way through to the open plan kitchen/living area. I take some water from the fridge and blow Oliver a kiss goodnight before entering my/Bea and Daniel's bedroom, closing the door and flopping, face-first onto the bed and whimpering into the pillow like a spoilt child.
I want sex!

CHAPTER THREE

SUNDAY 16TH JUNE

"Fucking arsehole! You arsehole! Argh!"

What the finkle...
I sit bolt upright in bed having been ripped so mercilessly from my vivid dream about some weird five star resort in Fiji. Bit of a strange dream, but it was definitely a luxurious place, and I had my own special suite that I was sharing with... with...
wait, who was I sharing it with?
Oh... the bedroom... it was so amazing. Ooh! I had sex in my dream! I had sex in my amazing suite! Oh I need to go back... whatever that noise was... shh and let me go back to Fiji and the hotel and the sex...

"Oliver! You bastard!"

"Agh!" I cry out loud, jumping at the hideous, high-pitched, animal noises coming from the living area... or kitchen... or something.
Ugh... Selfish Stacy. Shut the fuck up, you whore.
I gasp and throw my hand over my mouth as if I've just said that aloud. Which, by the way, I didn't.
God, I can't even be rude about the bitch in my thoughts without having to castigate myself. I need to sort that out.

"Stacy, calm down, stop being crazy."

"Stop fucking calling me crazy!"

Good god, do they really have to do this outside my door? And I have news for you Stacy... YOU ARE CRAZY. Now shut up and let me sleep!

Oliver laughs. "Well, maybe you should take a look and a listen to yourself right now and you might understand why I'm calling you crazy."

"Fuck you, wanker."

Ugh. Seriously, it is too early for this crap. Hang on... what time is it? I lean over to check my phone on the bedside table.
Oh shit!
We're leaving for Vegas in forty minutes! I jump out of bed, wobbling on my feet, I still feel half asleep. I cover my eyes and point to the ceiling as I try to concentrate on my balance and what I need to do first.

Pack a bag.

Where did Bea say her overnight bags were again? In the... wardrobe? Where's the wardrobe? I look around the room for the wardrobe and it takes a shockingly long time for me to remember that she has a walk-in wardrobe and that I have been using it this entire stay. Oh dear god, I think I need a coffee or something.

I retrieve an overnight bag from one of the higher shelves in the deliciously scented 'closet' - as they call it here, and wander back out to the bedroom and plonk it on the bed. I wonder if it's safe to go out there now... she seems to have calmed down a bit by the sounds of it.

After grabbing the dressing gown, I crack open the door and poke my head around to check if it's safe. It seems that way, so I emerge and slip into the kitchen quickly and quietly. They have one of those super-dooper coffee maker machine things here - and this morning, that makes me a very happy girl.

I manage to make my cappuccino and grab a warm croissant from the dish of fresh pastries that seems to appear, as if by magic, every morning, and I head back to my quarters to get ready and pack in peace.
I mentally hi-five myself for managing to make it without being noticed by the big, bad, crazy wolf.

I wonder if that was just a normal argument like most days, or the result of a dumping... Vegas will be a lot nicer if he's dumped her and she stays here... but I do remember him saying he'd wait until they got back to the UK, so it must just be an every day barny.
She's nuts.

About half an hour later, I am transformed from craggy, crazy-haired, wobbly person to fresh, invigorated, raring to go Clare. I have my bag packed, my sunglasses on top of my head in front of my super-fun, sixties style ponytail and my outfit looks hot.
Even if I do say so myself. I'm feeling a real sense of... of... 'oomph!' today and I'm ready to hit Vegas and have an amazing weekend.

I opted for a short-ish pastel blue sundress with tiny white spots and peach flowers all over. It has a skater style skirt, but the top of the dress is fitted and has a very low, open back with two, tiny,
cross-over spaghetti straps. Obviously I can't wear a bra with it which is a little daring for someone with big boobs like me, but I'm lucky that they're still relatively buoyant and I can go braless without too much of an issue.

I have teamed the dress with cute, white, ballet shoes. Real ones. I know they only last five minutes when you wear them as shoes, but I have always adored real ballet shoes so I buy myself a good supply quite frequently. I feel, somehow, lightweight and elegant when I wear them, like I could pirouette down the road as elegantly as Darcy Bussell. I can't - obviously, I would probably end up having a nasty collision with a tramp and get covered in pee and stale, cheap beer, but still - I can imagine I'm Darcy for the benefit of my happy mood. They're also great for work.

I throw a peach pashmina over my shoulders and wheel my bag out of my room and into the lounge with a big smile on my face, ready to face the bitch and my oh-so-adorable boy BFF. Yes, I know you're waiting for me to mention something about last night, but it's not happening. Done, dusted, new chapter. Again. I plan on finding my American Mr. Right this weekend, even if it's just to satisfy the unbearable horn. So there you have it, no more snogging and grinding with Oliver and no more discussing it. Again.