Emma and Grace enveloped her in a hug. I stayed attached at her beltloop while they laughed and jumped up and down.
“Is Blair here?” Lennon asked when they separated.
“Oh, she’s here,” Emma said with an amused eyeroll. “The ranch kids usually keep to the back row where they mock us all relentlessly. They’rewaytoo cool for karaoke.”
“You’re coming outside for the campfire, right?” Grace asked. “I want you to meet my fiancé. Alex is out there building the fire with some of the other ranch hands. But he saw your song and about died laughing.”
“I’d love—” I tugged at Lennon’s beltloop and let my eyes communicate everything I couldn’t say out loud in polite company when she sent me a look over her shoulder. The tip of her tongue swiped along her lower lip and then she cleared her throat. “We’ll be out right after we change into something less flammable.”
Emma laughed. “We’ll save you a seat.”
I inched Lennon backward toward the exit. Everyone wanted to stop and talk to us. When we finally cleared the crowd, she paused on the first step of the staircase leading to our apartment and turned to me with her lower lip pushed out in a mock pout.
“No one said anything about my amazing singing.” Her voice shook as she struggled to hold back her giggle. “They were all too busy gawking over your dancing.”
I caged her in. Dipped my head to that tempting mouth and nipped her lip. “Honey, if you don’t get your ass upstairs, I’m going to put on another show for them right here and now.”
Her eyes heated like melted chocolate. She was the most decadent dessert, and I meant to indulge in her tonight.
She darted up the stairs with me right on her heels. It took me a beat longer than usual to unlock my door with her pressing distracting kisses to my neck and palming my hardening length.
We fell into the room in a tangle, tugging at clothesand fumbling with zippers. She got hold of mine and unzipped the frog onesie down to my waist, then sank to her knees to bring it lower, her eyes locked on my tented boxers with a look that made my dick twitch eagerly. But I had something else in mind, so I grabbed her under her armpits and hauled her to her feet.
“Not this time, honey. It’s my turn.”
My bedroom was twenty feet away but it was still too far. With my mouth on hers, I backed her up until the couch hit her knees, undoing her shorts as we went. She tumbled backwards onto the couch and I followed her down, sinking to my knees between her thighs.
I slid open the top button of my flannel and laid a kiss between her breasts. Her breath hitched. I kept going, unbuttoning and kissing her until I reached the knot. She watched me with half-mast eyes as I untied it and kissed her there, between her navel and her silky pink underwear.
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She arched her hips so I could tug her underwear over her ass and down her legs.
I couldn’t breathe for beauty. I leaned back and pushed her thighs wider to gaze down at her.
“Jeremiah,” she said quietly. She reached one hand to me. Threaded her fingers softly through my hair. “You don’t have to.”
It felt like I did, though not in the way she meant.Have to, my body begged.
“My soul thirsts for you, my flesh yearns for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Holy words that my lips whispered to a holy place, where she was abundantly wet.
And I drank.
30
LENNON
The first touchof his tongue was bliss.
The second nearly rendered my soul from my body.
There was nothing tentative about the way Jeremiah ate me. Nothing gentle about the way his hands clenched my hips, wrenching me upward, grinding me against his feasting mouth. Teeth and tongue and lips. He used them all to take his fill of me.
I came before I knew what was happening. It barreled into me like a freight train, giving me no time to prepare. My back arched and I cried out as the pleasure seared through me.
But he didn’t stop. My body jerked as his tongue hit my over-sensitized clit. “Jeremiah,” I gasped. “Wait, please, oh mygod?—”
He pulled back, frowning like I had cancelled Christmas. He dragged the back of his hand across his damp mouth. “More,” he demanded.
And then dove back in.
