Cake (7 page)

“Christ.”

Her answering smile made him give her one back.

Then she moved and he nearly lost his mind at how good it was. The lights were on and there she was, bold and bright, full of life in his arms. She rocked her hips, sliding herself back and forth on him. He wanted to close his eyes to revel in it, but he couldn’t take his gaze from her.

He let go of her hips to slide his palms over all that pretty skin. Her head tipped back, her hands braced on the back of his chair when he flicked his thumbs over her nipples.

She poured everything into what they shared right then. She didn’t think beyond that moment. Didn’t question what was next. Just felt. Because it didn’t matter what tomorrow would bring. This is what she wanted. This is what he gave her and she wouldn’t regret it.

It wasn’t like she was a virgin. She liked sex. Had it when she was with someone she liked. But this was…more. Sure he was
really
good at it, but that wasn’t entirely it.

He knew her. She knew him.

He touched her with hands that were nearly reverent. Work-roughened fingers tugged and rolled her nipples. His beard brushed over her skin as he kissed her chest. She hummed her delight as one of his hands moved from her breast to slide down her belly, finding her center, dancing a fingertip over her clit until she saw lights against her eyelids.

It was so good she had to sit forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

He drove her up fast. Relentless and when she came it was hard, rushing up from her toes to the top of her head as she clamped down around him. She heard the growl, a snarl of a sound as he followed, the hand at her hip tightening just shy of pain.

And then he kissed her. Sweetly. Which was probably the precise moment she fell really hard for Gregori Ivanov.

He picked her up carefully when he stood, then set her down, his hand at her waist to steady her.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

She pulled her clothes back on while he got rid of the condom and by the time he returned she’d managed to get herself back into some semblance of order.

On the outside anyway.

“We didn’t break anything.”

He grinned. “I’m surprised.” He snuck a look in the other room where his canvas was. She knew his mind was on work again. She wanted him to realize he could be with her and do his job. She had her own work to do anyway.

“I can see that with one appetite sated you’re already back to that painting.”

He turned again, defensive, but he saw the smile on her face and relaxed. “Am I so obvious?”

“Maybe not to anyone who doesn’t think in strikingly similar ways. I should go, as well. I have stuff to finish.” She paused. “Would you like to come over for dinner? My term ends at the end of the week. Zoe is going to visit her parents in Chicago for a few days so I’ll have the place all to myself.”

He licked his lips nervously and she wanted to heave a sigh. It wasn’t as if she asked him to father a child.

She sent him a slow eyebrow raise.

He finally settled on, “We are friends.”

She couldn’t help it—she laughed. “Yes. But I don’t have sex in the kitchen with Zoe.”

“Well, if you did, I’d be happy to watch. You know, to be sure nothing gets broken.”

“Charming. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I can’t have dinner with you any time soon. I need to finish this piece.”

She’d known him for over a year. Knew him well enough to see the lines around his eyes and the panic flashing in his eyes, even for just a moment. What they’d done was hot sex, yes. But it was more and he knew it. She knew it.

But whatever. She could bide her time. She wanted Gregori. Had for some time. Given the way he touched her, the way he reacted when they were together, she was convinced it was mutual.

But she had work to do and he had work to do and there was no need to rush. She’d get what she wanted in the end and he really needed to get used to that.

“Your smile makes me nervous.”

She grabbed her things, popping one last macaron into her mouth. “Damn those are good. And you should be. Nervous, I mean.” When she reached his door she turned. “I’ll see you later, Gregori.”

He’d seen her three more times since that night she’d asked him to dinner a month before. They’d had sex every single time. And each time it had been even hotter. But more than that, it had been strikingly intimate.

Two nights before she’d been there. Shown up at his door with packages and a few bags of takeout.

She’d smiled up at him. “I could make up something about how I just happened to have some extra takeout from Mae Phim and did you want to share it. But I think we’re past that. So, I stopped by Mae Phim and picked up some takeout. Interested in some dinner with me?”

There was nothing he wanted more than that.

“Come in. I was about to take a break and you’re a better reason than most I could come up with.”

She’d moved around his kitchen with ease, setting out plates and silverware. He’d opened up some champagne and they’d eaten green curry so hot his nose ran and his eyes burned.

But it wasn’t the sex that he couldn’t get out of his head as he stood there in his shower, though certainly everything they did together had been memorable.

After they’d eaten, she’d tucked herself into a window seat in his work room and had worked on her pad, sketching and inking in as he’d worked on his newest painting.

She’d been in her own space, doing her own thing. She hadn’t needed him, hadn’t depended on him to pay attention to her. He’d never been with a woman with that sort of intimacy before. A woman who didn’t need him, not for constant reassurance. She chose to be there.

And when he’d finished, she’d been wrapping up, too. She’d allowed him to look at her work, nearly shyly, which had touched him. And when they’d tumbled from his shower into his bed, they’d loved long and hard and he’d pulled her close and told her to sleep instead of taking her home.

When he’d woken up that next morning, she’d already left. Gone to school and to her life. She’d left him a sticky note on his bathroom mirror saying she’d stolen some of his cookies and she’d see him later.

He’d fought it but she’d simply flowed into his life and he liked it.

Gregori scrubbed his face, letting the water from the shower sluice down his body as he tried to figure out what to think. What to do.

Because he thought about her all the time. If he read something interesting or funny in the paper he wanted to tell her about it. When his agent told him the painting he’d finished was one of his best ever, his first instinct had been to call her. Which he had.

Her reaction had left him lighthearted. She’d been thrilled. Said all the right things but not in a calculated way. No, she’d simply responded as someone who truly knew him and cared for him would.

He could defend against fake people, or flattery designed to get something from him. But she didn’t do that. And it wasn’t that she didn’t want anything from him. She did. He knew.

She wanted more than fucking. Which they had down. He wanted to drown in her every time they were together. There was something about her, something he’d liked from the first time she’d come into the loft toting an armful of stuff for him to deal with, something indefinable but utterly charming.

What needed to happen was she needed to be put safely back in the box marked friend. What she wanted could—
would
—bring the end of them. If he screwed it up, he could lose her. He froze at the idea of her not being in his life, but he couldn’t afford her anywhere else. Most especially
not
his heart.

He’d been an utter failure as a husband. He barely did a good job as a son. If he let this romantic entanglement with Wren continue he’d only end up hurting her. And getting hurt himself when she finally walked away to keep him from messing her up any further.

He called Kelsey once he’d gotten dressed and wandered back out into his studio space.

“I need you to stop giving deliveries to Wren.” There, he needed to just blurt it out.

Kelsey was silent so long he nearly said her name again to be sure they hadn’t been disconnected. Finally she spoke. “Why?”

“What’s it to you?”

“No. That’s not going to happen.”

“What’s not going to happen? You won’t give deliveries to anyone else? You can bring them then. Many assistants do that.”

“No, you’re not going to talk to me like that because you like Wren and you’re scared of it. Also, because I am too fabulous to let anyone bark at me like I’m a pet.”

He huffed, annoyed and unwillingly amused. She
was
fabulous, there was no denying it. She kept him in line, kept others at bay, including his crazy ex. She handled his agent and the rest of the people from the business side of his life and she was the reason he never forgot a birthday or an anniversary.

Also, she was scary when she needed to be. Like right then.

“I don’t plan to explain why I want someone else. I just do.”

“Well, I don’t plan to pretend I don’t know why. You’re scared.” She made a self-satisfied harrumph.

“I am not scared. I’m a grown man.”

“Which is why you
shouldn’t
be scared. But you are and you’re trying to push her back because Wren is the real deal and you can’t handle it.”

“I’m not interested in the real deal! Why would you think so? I am happy the way I am. She and I have a friendship. I care about her, which is why I need to put some distance between us. I don’t want her to do something silly like fall in love or expect more than I want to give. It’s best she gets the hint now. Then we can go back to being just friends in a few months. It’s for the best.”

“What if she gets fired for it? I mean her delivery service may not look so highly on a client saying he doesn’t want her delivering to him.”

He hadn’t thought of that. “Would she? Well for god’s sake don’t say it that way. Why would you say it that way? Nevermind that. Just hire her as usual, but you deliver things in her stead. They don’t need to know it. She needs the money until she finally sells. Has she heard from the agent?”

“Yes. But I’m not telling you anything. If you want to know, ask her yourself. I think you’re a dumb jerk for this.”

“For what? And why won’t you tell me?”

“For trying to put this false distance between you, so you can keep on with your stupid, empty liaisons with shallow bimbos when the real thing is right here under your nose. You can claim all you want you don’t want the real thing. But I know when you’re lying. As for the agent news? She just heard today. She and I had lunch when she got the call. But I’m not telling you what happened because you don’t get to be excited about the highs or give her a shoulder for the lows if you’re not in her life. I won’t let you toy with her that way. Make your mind up or she’ll find someone else. She’s gorgeous, talented, smart and has a great body. It’s not like she’ll be lonely if you want to keep being dumb.”

“She is my friend. I have no plans to stop that. She means something to me. But the other part can’t continue.”

“The fucking part?”

Dismayed, he made a sound, but of course Kelsey heard it.

“What? Oh, don’t make one of your mysterious Russian sounds at me, buddy. Do you think I can’t tell? Every time the two of you are together and I’m anywhere near I can feel the heat.”

He didn’t doubt they talked about it. That’s what women did. He knew Wren and Kelsey were close, more like sisters than cousins. “The physical part, yes. Can’t you see I’m doing her a favor? I’m trying to save her some hurt. I’m not permanent. I’m not
the real deal
the way she is.”

“What I can see is that you’re scared. Is it so awful, then?” Her tone softened. “Having someone who knows you better than anyone else? Someone who gets you, flaws and all, and is still there? You have enough fans, Gregori. You need more than that. And you so are the real deal. You just need to let yourself believe it. And realize she’s as perfect for you as you are for her.”

“You bring my deliveries from now on. I’m hanging up now.” And he did.

Wren rolled up to Kelsey’s building and headed up to her place. She’d grab the deliveries and to go Gregori’s. She’d made sure the last delivery of the day would be to him so she could share the news about her brand-new agent. And the celebration would be really nice.

“Yo.” She let herself inside to find Kelsey uncorking some champagne.

“Just in time. Come, sit, have some champagne so we can celebrate your news.”

“I just had a really awesome meeting with him.” After her earlier phone call when he’d offered her representation, they’d had coffee to talk about his plans to pitch her project. “He’s going to pitch it this coming week.”

She took the glass of champagne from Kelsey and they toasted. “To lots and lots of sales!”

“I’ll start with one.” She looked at the basket where her deliveries usually waited. “I’m so excited. I can’t wait to tell Gregori.”

Kelsey’s face fell. “Sit.”

“What? Is he all right? Did something happen to him?”

“He’s fine. Aside from being scared spitless because he cares about you so much. He wants me to deliver all his packages and stuff from now on.”

Wren sat back as hurt sliced through her. “What? We were just together two days ago. Everything was fine. He even asked me to sleep over.”

Kelsey shook her head. “He’s afraid. If he didn’t give a shit about you he’d have had sex with you and moved on without a backward glance. That’s his M.O., you know. He’d have sent you a pretty present of moderate expense and smiled distantly at you if he saw you again. When I suggested you might get fired for this, he freaked. Told me you needed the money and to be sure to keep hiring you but to deliver the stuff myself. He insists you’re friends but he can’t give more and risk losing that.”

“He’s dumb.”

Kelsey snorted a laugh. “I told him that, too. He didn’t even argue because he can’t. He is totally dumb. But he cares about you, Wren. A lot. I don’t think he knows what to do about it.”

“Like I’m anything similar to Prentiss? What the hell?”

“No, because you’re
nothing
like her.”

“He’s a lot of work.”

Kelsey nodded. “Yeah. So what’s your plan?”

“I’m too damned busy to have a plan. For god’s sake, if the man can’t be with me without me having to have a plan maybe he’s not worth it.”

Kelsey shrugged. “There’s that. How do you feel about him?”

She sighed. “What we have is not the same as what he’s had with other women. I
know
that. We have a connection.” She smiled, despite her annoyance at him. “He’s a good person with a big heart. He’s brilliant. He makes me laugh. I know him, Kels. I know him and I know he feels it, too. I also know he came up hard and he’s had to deal with a lot of people who only want things from him. That he would think that of me makes me really sad.”

“He doesn’t. That’s why he’s trying to push you away. He knows how to handle those people. He can keep his distance and they can’t hurt him. But you’re different. You leave him vulnerable. He doesn’t do vulnerable very well. Prentiss tore him apart. He wanted her to be different, wanted his marriage to work. But you’re the woman he could be with. He doesn’t have to want it to be different, because it is different. You’re a smart cookie—you know this. Just admit it. I know he’s hurting you. I want to punch him in the stones for that part. But put that aside for a moment and really think about it. Be honest with yourself. And then tell me what your plan is because, Wren, you don’t give up.”

She groaned. “Why can’t this be easy?”

“Ha. I don’t think it’s supposed to be. And just think about all the ways you will be able to lord this over him once he finally admits it. The way I see it, this is a ‘get out of jail free’ card for years to come.”

“Deliver his packages for a while. Let’s see how he feels without me. Truthfully I’ve got enough to do right now. I can concentrate my delivery work on Fourth and Fifth for the courthouse and all the big firms anyway.”

“Well, he
will
continue to pay you for deliveries I’ll make instead of you. He needs that reminder. Plus, he’s being a dork.”

Wren shrugged. “Let’s give it a week or two and see where it lands.”

Where it landed her was totally miserable. Oh, sure she kept busy and it wasn’t as if she lacked for things to fill her time. She poured all her excess energy into finishing up her graphic novel. Which was a good way to do it because the “I’m not having sex” frustration lent itself to some awesome stuff on the page.

She went out with her friends more often, which was a good thing, of course. But it wasn’t him and damn it, she’d gotten used to the way things had been with Gregori.

It did help to know from Kelsey that he was utterly miserable, too. He asked about Wren in an attempt to be nonchalant but Kelsey refused to tell him anything and urged him to simply pick up the phone and ask Wren himself.

Apparently his work had gotten very dark. But maybe he’d decide he liked dark and then what? Annoyed at herself, Wren groaned and got up to stretch. Her wrists hurt, her back was cramped up and she really needed a break.

Deciding to get outside, she headed to Pike Place to grab the fixings for dinner. Zoe had been working lots of late hours and Wren was sure she could use something yummy to eat that didn’t originate from a box or a freezer bag.

The market was vibrant, full of people out on a Saturday morning, carrying loaves of bread, bags of produce and other locally produced goodies. It made her smile and part of her grump eased.

She’d been at a flower stall, putting together a bouquet she planned to take over to her moms’ house when she caught sight of his hair. She knew it was him right away. He twisted the spikes in a certain way. He was beautiful in his utter uniqueness. He wore sunglasses as he looked down at his phone a moment.

She paid and kept walking, knowing their paths would converge at some point. Especially if she made it that way.

Gregori felt her before he looked up to catch sight of Wren, her dark hair fluttering a little in the breeze. She’d worn it down. He liked it that way, liked the way her bangs seemed to frame her face.

She had on a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing fancy, but they highlighted the strength of her body and it gave him pause. Pause enough that the empty spot her absence had left in his life throbbed like a toothache.