“Dio…” Elisa’s face grew redder, a shy smile curling her lips.
“So then I thought, get a room you two,” Kara went on. “AndthenI though how the hellcanthe boss get a room, given he hates Ubers and I picked him up from the airport.” She grinned again. “So here I am. Giving you the means to get a room. Aren’t I fucking awesome?”
Elisa laughed. “Definitely.”
Angus snorted. “And so very humble.”
Kara bowed at the waist, waving her arm behind her in a flourish, before straightening. “Absolutely. Now I’m going back to work. Someone has to run the restaurant.”
“Oi.” He protested, although his heart wasn’t in it. All he wanted now was to take Elisa back to his place. To discover everything about her. What made her tick. What made her laugh. What gave her pleasure…
Me.I’llgive her pleasure.
Heart thumping, he slid her a look.
“Well?” She smiled up at him. “What are we waiting for?”
* * *
It tookfive minutes to reach Kara’s Lexus, twenty-six minutes to arrive at his place on Bronte Beach, forty-two seconds to park in front of his garage, and thirty seconds for him and Elisa to climb out of the SUV and walk to his front door.
Or thereabouts.
The whole time, they talked. About everything. About nothing. He’d never felt more connected to someone. It was almost terrifying. And at the same time wonderful. Now, standing at his front door, with Elisa beside him, he was fucking close to trembling. Trembling. Like a teenage boy finally getting to first base. He flicked her a quick glance, his heart racing.
She smiled, that part shy part playful smile he was already completely addicted to. “I like your Christmas wreath,” she said, lightly touching the wreath made of gum leaves, wattle and banksia hanging on his front door he’d hung before flying out for LA.
“It’s very Christmasy.” He pulled his keys from his pocket.
Hurry the fuck, mate.
“Very.” She traced her bottom lip with her tongue.
He fumbled with his keys. Missed the lock. Dropped them.
“Sorry,” he muttered, bending down to scoop them up.
“It’s okay,” she murmured when he straightened, her eyes twinkling with that same shy playfulness.
Hell, he wanted to kiss her.
He tried the keyhole again.
Missed. Missed.
In.
“Thank fuck,” he ground out under his breath. “Finally.”
She laughed.
Pulse pounding in his ears, he looked at her. “Ready?”
For an answer, she pressed her body to his, rose up onto tiptoes, and kissed him. His body went from nervous anticipation to full-blown impatient lust. Kissing her back, his left hand fisting in her shirt at the small of her back, he shoved open his door. They tumbled through it. Laughing even as their mouths and tongues continued to mate, even as their hands worked desperately to remove their clothes.
She started with his suit jacket. He helped her, shucking it off as he fumbled with the tiny buttons of her dress. His feet tangled in his jacket, and he stumbled sideways, just as Elisa snagged his tie. He coughed. Grabbed at the front of her dress. She gasped.
“Shit,” he rasped, taking a step back, holding up his hands. “I’m good. We’re good. It’s all good.”