Page 53 of Needing to Fall
“Lynx?”
He turned from the stove where he was making spaghetti since I had liked it so much at the restaurant he had taken me to.
“May I call over Pepper?”
“You sure? She’s gonna wanna jump on you.”
I nodded. This was okay. I had nothing to fear.
“All right. If it’s too much, you tell her to sit and stay, all right?”
“Yep.” I moved to the dog. “Pepper, come here, girl,” I told her.
She looked to Lynx, who must have given her a sign because she then came straight to me. It was weird, though. She didn’t barrel down on me like I had thought she would. She came up slowly, excitedly yet still in control. It was like she knew I needed this to go smoothly and was helping me. How could dogs know that?
As she came up to my feet and rubbed her head against my leg, I ran my hands through her fur, loving the softness. That was the moment my heart warmed to the point of bursting. I knelt down as she moved closer to me, accepting me into her space. I had nowhere else to put my arms, so I wrapped them around her.
“I take it you like her?” Lynx asked, kneeling down as I pulled away from her.
Pepper got more rambunctious with Lynx there, so I rose, taking a step back.
“Yeah. She’s a good dog.”
“That she is. Come, sit.” He motioned to the table, telling Pepper to go lie back down before he joined me where two plates of steaming hot pasta with meat sauce were waiting. It smelled so good, making my stomach rumble, and Lynx chuckled. My arm unconsciously reached out and nudged him.
Then I stilled. I didn’t just do that, did I? I so did.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around my body, feeling like I had done something terribly wrong.
When his strong arms came around me and pulled me to him, I didn’t retreat. I looked him dead in the eye.
“Babe, that’s normal. You didn’t hurt me at all. I rather liked it. I fucking love when that playful side comes out of you. You’ve shown me a time or two.” He smiled and I was mesmerized by it. “Babe,” he said, but I didn’t listen to anything except my thundering heart that sounded as if it was ready to jump out and win a race or something.
I cupped the side of his face, knowing I was going to mess this up, but I was unable to stop myself. It was like his lips were magical, and I wanted to taste them.
“Let me?” I whispered, seeking his permission.
“Babe, I’m not stopping ya.” His lips formed each word perfectly.
Unable to control the urges building inside me, I leaned in, feeling his breath on mine, hot and ready. I tried to remember how to do this then gave up and decided to just do it, and I did.
As our lips touched, a searing heat spiked with the contact. It was like something bigger was at play here, like the planets were aligning, making everything right in the world, even if for only this moment.
He didn’t take over the kiss like I thought he would. He simply let me lead.
I didn’t know what I was doing, but as our bodies pressed together and his arms tightened around me, I knew I was doing something right. I went with it, tilting my head and loving his warmth.
It wasn’t enough, though. I needed more.
Tentatively, I licked his lips as I kissed him, wanting to really taste him. Lynx didn’t hesitate on my offer. He thrust his tongue fully in my mouth, the unbelievable taste of him exploding. Only briefly did I wonder if I was doing it wrong, but his groans spurred me on, wanting to have more, needing to have more.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head down harder to mine, taking, giving. It was utterly the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced.
My breaths turned into pants and my core started to burn. I lifted my leg, wrapping it around his hip and feeling his hard length through his jeans. Something inside me craved, needing more.
When he broke the kiss, I immediately felt stupid. What in the hell was wrong with me? How had I gone from not kissing this man to wanting to rub myself against him? Shit, I was a whore.
As he rested his forehead against mine, his breaths labored, I put my leg back down on the ground.
