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Her lashes flutter down. “It’s just that, I didn’t offer my apartment because I expected you to sleep with me.”
I choke back a laugh. “Shouldn’t I be the one to say that? That I didn’t camp out at the doorstep of your restaurant with sex in mind? I know you’re only offering food.”
“I said I wanted to be kissed, though.”
“You should always ask for what you want. I’m dumb when it comes to other people, so the more direct you are, the fewer mistakes I’m going to make. Food or bed?” I ask when I nudge the door open with my foot.
She rubs her lips together, and I’m not sure if she’s hesitating because she’s worried about what I think or because she doesn’t know what she wants. I figure she can decide on the way to her bedroom.
Still carrying her, I walk past the living room with its low, colorful cushions, past the kitchen with its cabinets painted in green, and past a bathroom, ending at her bedroom. It’s like a French cottage here with soft carpet underneath, wallpaper full of big vibrant flowers, and a pretty blue comforter that looks like it’s the same color as the front of her restaurant.
“We’ll take it slow,” I tell her. “You tell me when to stop, and I’ll stop.” I lay her down.
Her eyes grow huge, but she makes no move to stop me. I place a kiss on a sliver of skin between the bottom of her T-shirt and the top of her sweatpants. Her stomach hollows out as she draws in a swift breath. I hook my fingers around the elastic and draw the waistband down, past her hip bones, over the curve of her ass. Her light purple underwear appears, the tiny bow signaling what kind of present it covers. My fingers brush the outside of her thighs and then her knees.
Her breath grows choppy. “I’m afraid I’m going to leave you hungry if this is all you have.”
“I’ll want more for sure.” I drop to my knees and discard the sweatpants. “But this will keep me going for a good while.”
I shoulder my way between her legs and inhale. A man could die of pleasure just from her scent. The insides of her thighs are soft. Her cotton-covered pussy is softer. I press my lips against her inner thigh and nudge the fabric away. Her sex is soaked, ready for me. Pleasure spirals down my spine. I circle her pink flesh with my thumb and bring her juice to my lips. “Not that you should be putting this on any menu, but it’s the best damned thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“You’ve got a dirty mouth for a scientist.”
“This is all facts, Lucia. I’m just documenting my observations for later consideration. Like maybe you taste different after an orgasm. Maybe you’re sweeter or spicier after three orgasms in a row. You can only create a hypothesis and then keep testing for the results.” My finger dips inside her. “Let’s experiment.”
Her head falls back, a choked laugh escaping her. The sound turns to a sigh and then a whimper when my mouth fully covers her, then I French her sopping slit. I’m crazy for her. My analysis is that I won’t ever be able to get enough. I tongue her hard, scissoring her open with my fingers. Her heels dig into my back. Her fingers clench my hair and pull me tighter.
This is both so much and not enough for either of us. Want has me by the throat. My cock is harder than iron inside my pants. Her cunt wants more than my fingers and my mouth inside her tight channel. Her muscles clench around my mouth, her need pulsing like a live throbbing heart. Her hands frantically clench and pull and curl against my scalp, sending sharp spikes of pain into my brain. I welcome it. I work her sex until she trembles and stiffens, pushing her over the cliff and drinking down every drop she has to offer.
I lean back on my heels, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth. “I’m ready for more if you are.”
CHAPTER 14
LUCIA
I have no clue what time it is. I tend to work strange hours. Often, I’ll want to be up early to get a dish started or the bread rising, so I’ll be up before the sun. Other times I’m up late because I can’t pull myself away from a new recipe I want to try. Sleep isn’t something I require much of. My mom is the same way. Five hours, and I’m golden. I know I should get more, but it works for me.
Jase looks so peaceful in his sleep. I hadn’t noticed how much tension he held in his body and face until now. He’s completely relaxed. I’d almost say a small smile has pulled at his lips a few times.
