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The words have barely passed her lips before I let it all go, diving down to capture her mouth, my fingers carding in her hair, and tilting her face so I can consume her. Her lips fall open with a surprised gasp and I finally get my first taste of her.
Hell. She’s better than I remembered.
I taste over and over, my greedy tongue tangling with hers, hers curling against mine. A hungry moan escapes the back of her throat and I swallow it, with a quiet growl. I drop one hand to the small of her back, pressing her against me, and she hooks one of those mile-long legs around my hip, bucking slowly, tantalizingly, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life. I have handfuls of her shirt, dress,whatever,in my fists, and her soft panting in my ears. She pulls back to place hot wet open-mouthed kisses from my ear to my collarbone, and I can already tell it’s been too long for me and I don’t have an ice cube’s chance in hell of lasting tonight.
After waiting for this woman for so long, I refuse to let that happen. I quickly spin us around and press her backagainst the island, tugging her mouth to mine and stroking a long, teasing finger back and forth against her center before taking a step back with a smirk, my dick fighting a losing battle against my zipper. Lorelai whimpers softly in protest at the loss of contact, her dark eyes flashing open before I drop to my knees and slip a hand up her dress.
14LORELAI
ACTING UP
He drops to his knees in front of me and I nearly pass out.
It’s happening. Thank fuck, it’s finally,finallyhappening.
I thought I was ready, but then he brushes ever so softly against my center with the knuckle of his thumb, gripping my trembling thigh between his palms and bowing his head like he’s giving a benediction.
I thought I was ready, but then he slips my damp underwear down my legs, inch by inch, covering the blazing trail left behind with his cool, wine-rich mouth.
I thought I was ready, but then he glances up at me, his blue eyes dark with lust, and in a low rumble tells me to keep my hands on the counter.
I thought I was ready, but then he lifts my leg, nibbling playfully at the inside of my knee before draping it over his shoulder, offering me up before him.
I thought I was ready, but then he spreads me apart with his talented fingers before deliberately pressing his hottongue against me, tender and coaxing, savoring me into near incoherence.
I thought I was ready, but then his tongue curls and circles, relentless and almost rude in its insistence to make me come. He’s devouring me, his talented fingers playing all the right chords until I drop over the edge, wildly bucking against his mouth. Until I cry out his name, clenching again and again, and sing my own incoherent benediction to the rafters. Until I find my feet, stunned, sated, and irrevocably changed.
Until I let go of the counter and run my fingers through his hair, collapsing to my own knees there on the kitchen floor in front of him, still trembling with the aftershocks of what I’ve just experienced.
What he’s done to me.
I wrap myself around him and he holds me close as a second skin. We share breaths. We share heartbeats.
I come back to my senses when I realize I can feel him hard as steel beneath me and pull away, reaching for his belt buckle, eager to return the favor, but he stops me, his hand covering mine.
“You don’t have to…”
“But I want to.”
He’s completely still. So quiet that I can literally feel him withdrawing and the space between us grows suffocatingly thick with something unrecognizable. Craig gets to his feet and offers his hands to help me to mine. He’s careful and attentive and something is very, very wrong because I’m still tingling from my orgasm and his face is a mask of politeness.
“Why don’t you…”
He shakes his head. “We’ve done enough tonight.”
My face burns white hot. “But I don’t understand. Is something wrong? Did I do something wr—”
“No!” he assures me, but his expression is still weird. Like him, but also not at all. “No,” he repeats, quieter. “Nothing is wrong. I just… you know. That was a lot. For one night. And all those things we talked about before… and just.” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his bare cheeks flushed. “Nothing is wrong. I loved doing that for you. I…” He smiles, finally, and it looks more real this time. “I’ve wanted to do that forever. It’s late…”—he gestures to the food left scattered and cold on the counter—“and we didn’t even eat dinner.”
I swallow. Unsure of what is happening still. The words coming out of his mouth don’t seem to match up with the way this is feeling.
He starts to pour the food back into the containers. “I have some work to do tonight. I forgot, but Arlo was going to email me some tracks from today that I need to work on before a client early tomorrow.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. Just offers me the bag of food.
“Okay,” I agree weakly, accepting the bag.
He walks to the door ahead of me and opens it while I stop to slip on my sandals. When I reach him, he’s got his hands stuffed in his pockets and he looks… I don’t even know. I reach for him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He still smells like me and I almost wince from the memory so recent. So different from this stilted awkwardness.
“We’re okay?” I check because I can’t help myself.
