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himself to his feet. He pulled her to her feet and rested his fingers lightly on her upper arms. “In fact, if I was forced to choose, I’d say I’d prefer something sweeter and more substantial.”
    “Then you should head back to the deli,” replied Lucy, removing his hands from her arms. His skin was warm under her touch and every sensible brain cell told her he was a presumptuous, cheeky sod who didn’t deserve a piece of toast, let alone anything else from her. The trouble was, other parts of her were saying she’d like to give him much more.
    He held his arms out, palms upward. “OK. Just say the word and I’ll be out of here for good. It’s your decision.”
    Lucy felt the heat rising to her face. All she had to do was show him the door and he’d be out of her life. But why should she? He’d made a couple of mistakes and there seemed to be perfectly reasonable explanations for both. Why should she push him away? Why should she throw out the best-looking guy she’d seen for years?
    “Of course, it’s the last thing I want,” he added.
    It was the last thing she wanted too. She was bored sick of being a good girl and was ready for some good old-fashioned fun.
    “I’m not sure if I’m making a big mistake here, Nick…”
    If he’d fed her a cheesy line, she’d have thrown him out on the spot, but he just replied softly, “Maybe it’s time we both took a chance?”
    She wasn’t sure who moved first but in a moment, they were both leaning forward and his hands were cradling her face. She was amazed by how thick his lashes were, how full his lips, the caramel-latte tone of his skin. He reminded her of some old movie star her grandmother used to have a crush on. Someone called Rock or Dirk, she thought, and she squashed down a giggle. The next thing she knew, he was sweeping her into his arms. Well, not sweeping, exactly, but he did manage to pick her up and he did a good job of hiding the grunt. Then they were lying on the sofa and Nick was sliding off her camisole.
    “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
    “Why?”
    “Just do it, Bagel Girl.”
    “Ohh…”
    She guessed the velvety sensation she could feel was the rose being drawn over her bare stomach and between her cleavage.
    “Nick…”
    “Hmmm.”
    She wriggled beneath him as the petals tickled her. “Ouch!”
    “Thorns. Sorry.”
    His fingers slipped inside her pajama shorts and began to slide them down. By then she’d forgotten what she was going to say and, besides, Nick was doing something utterly delicious to her nipples with his tongue.
    By the time they surfaced, the aroma of roast beef was drifting into her bedroom from Charlie’s flat. Outside, she could hear laughter and chat ringing out from the pub beer garden down the street. Rumpled and crumpled, sated and sheened in the afterglow of a marathon sex session, Lucy fumbled on the bedside table for her watch.
    “Whattimeisit?” Nick’s voice was muffled by the duvet.
    “Just after two.”
    There was a pause, then the duvet was thrown off and Nick jumped out of bed, stark naked and waggling.
    Lucy giggled. “What’s the matter?”
    “I’m late! Where are my bloody boxers?”
    The expression on his face was so different to the laid-back, slightly mad guy who’d sent her to heaven with a rose and his tongue that Lucy was taken aback.
    “Jesus!”
    In the middle of pulling on his jeans, he’d tripped over Lucy’s exercise bike and got tangled up in a pile of shoes and handbags on the floor. “Christ, I’m going to be late. Where’s my T-shirt, for fuck’s sake?” he shouted, trying to unwind a beaded bag from his ankle.
    “Hey! Chill out.”
    “ Chill out? I should’ve been out of here half an hour ago.”
    Lucy grabbed her robe. Suddenly, being naked in front of Nick didn’t seem like so much fun. He hadn’t seemed like he was in a hurry when he was making love to her. Not after the first time, anyway, she thought with a blush.
    “Here’s your top,” she