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Chapter 2

The following day was a Saturday, so she had all day to rake over the previous evening's events. She hadn't slept much, racking her brains to think what she could have done or said to make him change his mind so abruptly, and coming up with nothing. One minute they were snogging like teenagers and everything was pointing in the general direction of the bedroom, the next he'd gone completely cold on her. Although he didn't look cold, he looked as frustrated as she was. All she'd done was to try and remove his tie so she could get at his delicious body. She really couldn't understand it.

That evening found her curled up on the sofa with a half drunk bottle of red, a takeaway and some terrible Eighties game-show on the TV. And then at nine-thirty there was a knock at the door. It could only be one person, and her heart rate doubled as she went to answer it, finding him standing sheepishly on the doorstep with a bottle of Luigi's house rubbish. He looked rumpled, tired and drop-dead gorgeous, and he still couldn't meet her eyes. His voice was gruff.

"Can I come in, Bols?"

She stepped back to allow him access, noticing again how he seemed to fill the room with the sheer force of his presence. He removed his jacket and sat awkwardly on the edge of the sofa as she poured him a glass of wine and curled up next to him.

"Want to talk about it?"

He took a large gulp of his wine and turned to her with a sigh, his expression resigned.

"No, Bols. I think I need to show you."

Now she was all curiosity as he began to undo his shirt slowly button by button, acting like a condemned man facing the gallows. And while her eyes drank in his smooth chest, her fingers itched to run all over it and she imagined trailing her lips from his neck all the way down to his naval. And further south …
And then he threw his shirt open wide, looking away from her, the tension clear in his whole body. Her eyes widened for a second as it all became clear.

"Oh. Now I see …"

She wondered how best to reassure him, and realised there was only one way so she uncurled herself and move to kneel between his legs. He still didn't look at her as she leaned in to nibble his left nipple, grazing her teeth over it as her fingers danced over his naked chest. She moved her lips to his right nipple, nipping and sucking, noting with pleasure his sharp intake of breath and the pulse beating in his neck as she leaned back slightly. Then she bent her head again to run her tongue around his third nipple and his head swivelled round, his mouth dropping open as she met his gaze, still teasing him with her tongue. She sat back then with a smile.

"Do you get much sensation from it?"

He looked down at her in wonder.

"Not really. It's more like a mole … You don' think I'm some kind of freak, then?"

She grinned at him, shaking her head in mock despair.

"Gene, have you any idea how common this is? I haven't got the statistics to hand, but believe me, you are far from alone. And if it bothers you that much you can have it removed, you know."

He looked so relieved she wanted to drag him off to bed then and there and prove she had absolutely no problem with any part of his anatomy.

"Hmmm. Might think about that."
His brows furrowed, and his eyes searched hers for reassurance.

"You really don' mind, then? It's just I've 'ad some bad reactions from women in the past, made me feel like the Elephant Man or summat …"

She leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the lips before moving down to his neck, loving the taste of his skin, aware of his growing erection pressing against her stomach. She sat back grinning at him, and placed her hand over the bulge in his trousers.

"Talking of elephants … got any other 'hidden extras' I should know about?"

His eyes were dark with desire and his voice a low growl, sending shivers down her spine.

"Just a few additional inches, luv. Don' usually get any complaints …"

She stood and sashayed her way towards the bedroom flashing him a seductive look over her shoulder, and after a couple of seconds he wiped the silly grin off his face and replaced it with his trademark Gene Genie pout before following after her.