London Falling (Falling #2)(53)

Collier gritted his teeth and took several deep breaths.

I waited calmly. Slowly I could feel the jealousy in him being capped and the space around him filling with understanding and acceptance.

I smiled. When he opened his eyes, he looked at me and grabbed my hand.

“If you say it’s over between you and Tripp, I believe you. However, the bloke has a huge protective streak when it comes to you, leading a fella to believe he may feel more toward you than he admits.”

“I’m all he has. His family disowned him years ago for being bisexual. Didn’t matter though. His mother was a tyrant who hurt him mentally and physically. He escaped and turned to a life of drugs to bury and numb the pain.”

Collier nodded and rubbed his bottom lip with the tip of his index finger.

”After he ODd, he finally got help. Now he works his ass off to stay clean and has built a healthy life for himself. He does some modeling for Aspen and keeps me straight. Kind of like Ollie, Aspen’s assistant, only I don’t need him full-time.”

“For you, I will work to mend the tiff we had last weekend. If he’s an important part of your life, I’ll make him one in mine.”

I stared at his handsome face and shook my head. “That’s probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. And very mature of you.” I grinned.

“I try.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Anthony came back and delivered gooey, cheesy pizza that was everything he claimed and more. The mix of mozzarella, herbs and spices, veggies, fresh roasted garlic and the dollops of ricotta had me stuffing my face in the most unladylike fashion possible. I could not get the food in fast enough.

“Sod all, I love seeing a woman actually eat her food.”

I smiled around a huge bite of cheesy goodness at his compliment.

“It’s so good. I can’t stop! Mmm, taste this bite. It’s the perfect bit of pepperoni, olive, artichoke, spinach and ricotta. Oh God…here taste.” I held out my fingers with the bite. Collier grinned wickedly, grasped my wrist and brought his lips to the morsel. Instead of taking the bite he turned my hand sideways and nipped at the tender skin where my wrist met my hand, then kissed his away up and over my thumb.

His eyes were dark as he finally took the bite into his mouth. He dragged the piece through my fingers licking and sucking the tips of them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to where I wanted the rest of him most.

My breath picked up and he held my hand as he chewed, swallowed and then smiled. “Tastes almost as good as you,” he said boldly.

I closed my eyes as he kissed my palm once more, this time swirling his tongue around the sensitive tissue. Hot tension shot through me, rebuilding the fire he started earlier.

We finished dinner in a haze of lust, torturing each other with small touches and stolen kisses over tiramisu for dessert.

Collier held my hand as he drove through New York City. It was a lovely night, crisp, cold and perfect for snuggling. I was a bit surprised when Collier passed his apartment building and headed out toward my own home.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” he smiled.

After another ten minutes he pulled into an old-fashioned movie house, complete with the giant bulbs that lit the sign. The theatre boasted the classics. He led me to the ticket counter. “Which movie? They all start in twenty minutes,” asked a man with a bad Tom Selleck mustache.

“Ladies choice.” Collier snuggled his warm body against mine, helping to prevent the night chill.

I scanned the titles and then landed on the perfect one. “Pretty Woman.”

Collier laughed and hugged me close as he paid the man.

We settled in the very last row at the top. I had a feng-shui thing about sitting with open doors behind me though I wasn’t going to admit that to the sexy Englishman. He’d think I was ludicrous. I didn’t need to give him another reason to think I was crazy.

The theatre was close to empty, with only a handful of couples spaced out throughout the small theatre. The room turned pitch dark as the screen illuminated. The tell-tale music of Natalie Cole singing Wild Women Do roared through the sound system. The song gave me a wicked idea.

I looked around. All the couples were either paying rapt attention or sucking face. We were far enough from everyone and in a very dark corner. Time to up the ante. He had me at a level ten on the lust-o-meter all night. Turnabout was fair play.



***

London’s hand slid from my knee and up the meaty muscular part of my thigh as I watched Julia Roberts bend over Richard Geer’s lotus to ask if he wanted a date. Damn, she had a mighty fine arse. Any man in his right mind would take a date with the hot American, though the hot American whose hand was currently doing indecent things next to me would put the flame-haired, girl next-door actress to shame in the looks department.

Her small hand covered my prick, which had been in a semi-hard state all evening. Now it was at full attention. “Christ, Beauty, you’ll kill a man with moves like those,” I whispered into her ear, then nibbled the skin there.

She leaned her head to the side, giving me lovely access to the open patch of London-skin I wanted at her neck. Her hand became very bold, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. My dick sprung free, chilled by the cooler air of the theatre. It immediately warmed when her little hand clasped it.

“Commando? I’m impressed,” she whispered into my neck before nibbling the edge of my chin.