Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [31]
“Yes.” Her breath quickened as she felt his cock pressing against her buttocks.
Arousal burned low in her belly. Lucy wanted him more than she’d desired any other man, even more than New Year’s Eve. How was that possible when so much was up in the air between them? He wiped out all other thoughts as he kissed her.
Vic’s touch lit her on fire. His mouth teased and played, a gentle invader. So warm. So caressing and sensual.
The phone rang and they jerked apart. The cordless on the coffee table trilled again, and they stared at each other. One more ring and the answering machine answered. While Lucy’s message played, the silence enclosing her voice grew.
A new voice emerged after hers finished. “Hey, Lucy. This is Danny.” His voice sounded clear. His old self. No slurring or shakiness like New Year’s Eve. “I’m sorry about New Year’s Eve. I…look, I want to see you. To get back with you. We have so much to talk about. Okay…um…I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up.
Frustration coiled inside Lucy. She so didn’t want this. Not now when her body sang for Vic’s in a way that said this connection would bring her more joy than anything Danny might have created in her heart and body.
“Call him back.” Vic broke their eye contact and she flinched.
“What?”
“Call him back now and put him out of his misery once and for all. If that’s what you want. If you don’t want to go back to him now’s the time to set him free.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going back. I want you.”
She saw it in his eyes though. The uncertainty. “I’m a one woman man, Lucy. I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” she said in affirmation.
Okay. If he needed this proof of closure, she’d provide it. She left the couch and made the call, her nerves jumping and snapping. His answering machine picked up, but before the message could come on, Danny picked up.
“Hello?” Danny asked.
“Danny. This is Lucy.” She caught movement in the corner of her right eye and realized Vic had the remote and had located a sport channel. She watched him stare at the screen with pure nonchalance.
“Oh, God,” Danny said over the line. “I’m so glad you called me back. Can I come over and we’ll talk?”
“No. We’re done, Danny. Finished. Please don’t call me again.”
“But how can you say that after everything we went through together?” His voice filled with anger rather than sorrow.
“Because you were screwing another woman when I drove up to your apartment. That’s why. Anything we had died that day.”
“What about you?” His voice went razor sharp with sarcasm. “You were dancing with that freak when I came looking for you New Year’s Eve. Seemed like you weren’t exactly in mourning.”
Pissed that he’d jumped right from sorrowful apology to nasty accusation, it didn’t take anything for her to snap back. “Then I guess what we had wasn’t that special, was it, Danny? If we could both screw other people, it just wasn’t that damned special. Goodnight, Danny.” She rounded the counter, her feet restless. “Don’t call me again.”
She hung up, her heart pounding a mile a minute as she placed the handset back into the base. When she glanced at Vic, he was staring at her, the classic football game playing on the television forgotten.
She shouldn’t be shaking, her heart galloping like she’d been in a race, but she was. And maybe what Danny had said made perfect sense. She had hooked up with Vic right away, jumped into bed with him, found herself falling for him.
She had. Oh, my God, she had. Six months of talking to Danny hadn’t made her fall for him. She’d cared for him, wanted to know him better. She hadn’t fallen in love with him the way she had Vic. For some people a lifetime of knowing wouldn’t do it. For some people all it took was one night.
Vic clicked off the television and came around the counter.
He cupped her shoulders. “Okay?”
Comfort soothed the shakes, and she melted under his touch. “I am now. It was a good idea to tell him. We have