Page 39 of Indescribable Love
Groaning at that image, Simon reached out and anchored his hand into her hair. “I like the way you think.” And he sealed that with a kiss.
Chapter Eight
Being bold in business was good.
But being bold in personal and potentially sexual situations was even better.
The reward certainly was.
Simon was kissing her with a passion that was new. It was like he was finally unleashing a part of himself because there would be no interruptions and they were finally going to be all alone. As much as she liked Nikki, Juliette silently hoped she and Celia would pack up and leave quickly.
There was a wildness to him right now—it was in his kiss and the way his hands were roaming all over her. She arched against him, and desperately wanted to drag him to the floor right now and have her way with him, but…there was still a slight chance that Nikki could come back for something.
Reluctantly, she broke the kiss. “As much as I want nothing more than to keep going, we’re still not alone yet.”
He looked at her oddly and then seemed to realize what she was saying. Taking a step back, his hands raked through his hair—something she really enjoyed doing—and let out a long breath. “You’re right. Um…why don’t we go upstairs and figure out what we want for dinner? I know it’s too early to eat, but we can still plan, right?”
“Definitely.” Picking up her laptop, Juliette followed him up the stairs, totally ogling what an amazing butt he had. His jeans were snug and she wanted to reach out and just touch him, but…she refrained.
And it was torture.
Simon walked into the kitchen and sat down at the island. It was probably the safest place for them. They had a full view of the guest house, so they’d be able to see when Nikki left. Pulling up a stool for herself, she sat and opened the laptop. “I figured this is easier than staring at our phones. So, what are you in the mood for?”
His laugh was low and throaty and sounded so damn sexy. Then he playfully nudged her shoulder. “What I want isn’t on any menu in town, Juliette.”
Her thighs clenched because she was already in sensory overload with him. “Food, Simon. Focus! Where should we order food from?”
Sighing dramatically, he took a minute to think. “We’ve had some decent pizza and Chinese food. The Mexican we had last week was just okay. I had really planned on us going out for a nice dinner, but I’m not sure we can get delivery from one of the more upscale places.”
“Oh, please…are you telling me that Nikki never gets you dinner delivered from fantastic places while you’re on tour?”
“She does, but…”
Holding her hand up to stop him, she stood. “I’ll be right back.”
“What…why…?”
Over the course of her career, she’d never had to do something like ordering dinner for a celebrity. So while Nikki was still here, she figured she’d pick her brain and see if there were any trade secrets to making it happen.
“Hey, Jules!” Celia said as she came out of the guest house with a suitcase. “It was so nice to meet you and I hope we get to hang out again!”
“Definitely! You made me feel like part of the group before anyone else, and I appreciate that. And all the cake,” she added with a wink. “Feel free to leave some behind before you go!”
Laughing, they walked into the house. Nikki was in the kitchen wiping down the counters. “Hey! Is everything okay?”
“Simon and I wanted to order dinner in, but not basic takeout,” she explained. “I wasn’t sure if there was some sort of magic way to get celebrity dining without name dropping and maybe not being believed.”
That made her laugh. “Ah, gotcha. No worries. Get Simon over here so I know what you guys want, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Nik, you don’t have to. Just tell me…”
“Trust me, I’ve got it down to a science.” She pulled out her phone and tapped out a text. “It was easier for me to text him. Now, what are you in the mood for?”
There was that question again, and she forced herself not to react.
“I wouldn’t say no to a nice steak…”
“That’s Simon’s go-to too. This will be easy.”