23. 23 Gigi
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23 GIGI
SEX & CANDY
“You look rather proud of yourself.”
I skidded to a stop in the kitchen doorway at the sound of Luke’s voice, ripped from my post-coital daze. “What the fuck, dude?” I whirled to face him, hand on chest. “Why are you up?”
He sat at the island, the pie dish in front of him as he ate directly from it. “Had a sweet tooth,” he said with a shrug, “then remembered there was pie.” He looked pointedly at the plates and mugs on the counter, then back to me, brow raised as he took in my bra-and-jeans getup. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one.”
“Shut it.” I crossed the kitchen to the sink, washing my hands. As I did, flashes of Parker’s lush thighs clamped around them ran through my mind. I steeled myself against the shiver that danced through me, piercing my lower abdomen.
Fuck, she was perfect. She was perfect and she was in my bed. She was in my bed and I was not.
Should probably fix that.
Opening the cupboard, a grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the tap. “Good talk,” I threw in Luke’s general direction as I turned the water off. “Enjoy your pie.”
“Oh, you too,” he said, voice tinged with amusement at his own joke. “Say. Will said pie be joining us for breakfast in the morning?”
I pivoted on my heel to face him, snark at the ready. But before I could let it fly, he put his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I want to be a good host. Make sure I set the table for three instead of two or whatever.”
“Since when do you set the table at all?”
“Point taken.” He dug his fork into the pie and lifted a bite to his lips, one dark brow arched. I waited as he chewed, tapping my fingertips against my water glass, curiosity besting me. Once he finished his bite, he casually laid his fork down, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and took a long sip from his own water glass.
“Spit it out, Elliott,” I growled. “I’ve got places to be.”
He laughed. I glowered.
Finally, after an eternity, he spat it out. “Is it her?”
I tilted my head like a confused puppy. “Her?”
“Don’t play dumb, Georgia.” His blue eyes met mine, challenge alight in them. “Is it her?”
“I hate it when you Georgia me,” I muttered. “Makes me regret ever telling you my full name in the first place.”
Luke chuckled and I wanted to throw my water in his face. He really was a cocky fucking know-it-all, wasn’t he? How had I ever let myself befriend this asshole?
“Georgia,” he repeated, tone chiding. I glanced at the glass in my hand, then back to him. He folded his arms over his chest and lifted both brows as if to say, Dare you . And, oh, I wanted to dare. But the thought of Parker, naked and spent, in my bed reined in my impulse.
So, instead of dousing the fucker in tap water, I straightened my spine and smiled sweetly. “Why, Lucas,” I crooned. “Whoever do you mean?”
He frowned. I smiled sweeter. He hated it when I Lucas ed him almost as much as I hated being Georgia ed. Mostly because it wasn’t even his name. “Fine, fine. Evade the question.” He stood and began gathering the discarded dishes from the island. “I’ll find out eventually.”
I hated him for being right.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, turning away. His laughter followed me down the hall until I reached my bedroom door.
I stood there for a moment, stomach swooping. A piece of wood separating me from the woman in my bed. For the first time since we crashed into each other, my mind was fogless, and it was presenting some very logical points.
What did this mean?
What happened next?
Would Parker regret it?
Would I ?
What if I opened this flimsy piece of wood between us to find her hurriedly pulling on her clothes, panic in those crystalline eyes? What if she told me we’d made a mistake? What if…
My chest tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut and rested my forehead against the door as it hit me: it didn’t matter what waited for me on the other side. Everything had changed. One way or another, it would all be different.
“Gigi?”
The sleepy murmur from inside pulled me from my thoughts. Straightening, I exhaled a slow breath and reached for the doorknob.
Time to face the music.
Easing the door open, I peeked in. Relief whooshed through me so intense I nearly dropped to my knees.
She was still there, in my bed. Curled around my pillow, her dark hair fanned out behind her.
Her sleepy eyes found me as I entered the room. “There you are,” she said, kiss-swollen lips curving into a happy little smile. And fuck. I’d traveled the whole damn world, seen some of the most incredible sights, but Parker’s face in this moment? Nothing compared.
Oh, was I fucked.
“Here I am.” I forced myself to move forward, my pulse a full-body beat. Stepping around our discarded clothing, I made my way to the bed and sat on the edge. “Thirsty?”
“Mmm.” She stretched, her soft curves elongating, then sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. “Thank you,” she said as she reached for the water glass.
“Welcome.” I fixed my gaze on the teensy freckle on her collarbone and planted my palms against my thighs to keep from reaching out, from clinging to her as the surge of thoughts and feelings thrashed inside me.
What the hell, Georgia? I thought. Get it together.
I’d brought women home before. Of course I had. I’d devoured and been devoured. I’d bid them farewell the next morning. What happened here was not new.
But what was happening inside? Well…that was brand fucking new.
And it was freaking me out.
“So,” Parker said once she’d drained half the glass. “That was…” She flushed, dropping her gaze. Her hair fell over her face, and I itched to tuck it behind her ear, to lean in and kiss those lips again. To push her back onto the pillow and drink her in. Over and over and over and—
I cleared my throat, clenching my thighs around the throb that drummed between them. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. “It was.”
I must’ve sounded weird to Parker, too. Lifting her head, her eyes locked with mine. Her brows dipped. “I—was…I mean…” She looked down, running her thumb along the rim of her glass. “Was it not good for you?” Her shoulder lifted, she shook her head, and she kept talking. “I mean, I know I’ve never…with a woman…and, well…it was good for me. So good. But maybe it wasn’t for you. Maybe I wasn’t—”
“Hey.” Panic trance broken, I moved from my spot on the edge of the bed. Taking the glass from her hand, I placed it on the nightstand, then twined our fingers together. “Hey,” I said again, waiting until she looked up.
Tears.
There were tears in those blue-sky eyes.
Fuck me.
“It was— you were—amazing.” I lifted her hands to my lips and kissed them. “You are amazing.”
“Are you sure? I—”
“Amazing,” I repeated, kissing her hands again. “And sexy.” This, with a kiss to her wrist. “And gorgeous.” I kissed her inner elbow. “And soft and sweet.” Her shoulder. Strawberry shampoo and sugar cookies filled my senses. “And…delicious.” She tilted her head, her breath quickening, and I buried my lips in the crook of her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin. “So delicious,” I whispered, heat flaring throughout my body from beneath her hands as she let go of the sheet to grab my waist.
“Gigi,” she gasped, and with it went the last vestige of hesitance I had. Dragging my lips over her jaw, I sought her mouth. A soft whimper left her, and I savored it on my tongue as I eased her onto her back.
“I have,” I said against her lips, “dreamed about tasting you.” I dropped open-mouth kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. “I’ve touched myself thinking of you coming apart on my tongue.”
Parker moaned, her thighs clenching beneath my belly, and I smiled against her breast. “You like that?” I murmured. “You like knowing I’ve fantasized about burying my tongue in your sweet, sweet pussy while I—”
“Yes,” she whimpered, digging her fingers into my hair. “God, yes.”
I lifted my head to look at her. Her head was thrown back, cheeks flushed the most gorgeous scarlet, perfect pink lips parted. The throb between my legs grew stronger. I ground myself against her thigh, seeking some relief.
“You,” I gasped, dropping to kiss her, open-mouthed and wet, “are a dirty girl.”
“Only for you,” she whispered as we parted. “All for you.”
A moan tore through me then, fueled by need and lust and something I couldn’t quite name. Digging my fingers into her soft thighs, I pulled them apart and slid down her body.
She opened for me like a flower. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I settled in and watched her face as I dragged my tongue up her slit. Her head was thrown back, lips parted on a breath she wouldn’t release.
“Breathe, baby girl,” I said, letting my nose graze her curls. Her hips bucked and I smiled. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She exhaled and nodded, frantic and fast. I squeezed my thighs together as the thrum between them grew steadier and stronger. God, she hadn’t even touched me, and I was a warm breeze away from coming apart.
But I was gonna take her apart first.
Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to her center, earning a sharp gasp. Slowly, I deepened the kiss, wrapping my lips around her sensitive bud, pulling it into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Her fingers pushed into my hair as she held my head in place, arching her hips to get closer to my mouth.
“Greedy girl,” I murmured, letting my breath brush over her. “You want more?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered, fingers tightening in my hair. “Please.”
“Mmm.” I grabbed her legs and pulled, dragging her down the bed and closer to my mouth, drinking her in with long, luxurious strokes of my tongue. “You taste so good, baby,” I said, head spinning from the magic of her on my tongue. “So much better than my dreams.”
She moaned, holding steady to my head as her hips rose from the bed, as she ground against my mouth, as she took what she needed from me. And, fuck, was it the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck, Parker.” I arched into the mattress to seek some friction for the ache between my legs. “You’re so goddamn hot.” I watched her face as I slid one hand from her thigh and reached between her legs. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, and sought mine. I held her gaze as I slid two fingers into her slick heat. Curling them upward, I sought her sweet spot and stroked as I pulled her clit into my mouth for a long, deep suck.
“Oh, god ,” she groaned, throwing her head back again. “Gigi.”
The sound of my name on her lips, tinged with desperation and need, drove me right to the brink. “That’s it,” I said. “Such a good girl.”
Her sounds grew reedy as she dug her heels into the mattress, trying to get closer. To my mouth, to my fingers. I took her unspoken cue and kissed her deeper, circling her clit with my tongue while my fingers increased pressure inside her. I knew she was close when she went silent, frantic hands seeking purchase in the sheets.
Unable to stand it any longer, I thrust my hand into my jeans, fingers stroking my own clit. I moaned as my touch relieved the pressure that had been building for centuries, and the sound vibrating against Parker’s body pushed her over the edge.
“Yes,” she hissed, “oh god, yes.” And then she came, her body tightening around my fingers, pulsating hard and sweet, and that was all I needed to fall overboard, too.
Behind my eyelids, I saw stars. Entire galaxies. Spinning out in space as my body clenched and released, the relief so intense I could cry.
“I—I need,” Parker said, hands scrambling for me as she came down. “I need you.”
I understood exactly what she meant, because I was already moving back up her body, seeking her mouth with a kiss so hungry I feared it’d consume us both. It was a tangle of tongues, a clash of teeth. It was a culmination.
We kissed until our breathing slowed, until our hearts were no longer slamming against our ribs, fighting to get to each other. And then we kissed some more, softer and softer, slowing to gentle presses of lips, until our kisses became smiles became laughs.
“Hey,” I said once the laughter subsided. I pushed her hair away from her sweat-glistened face and brushed my lips over the tip of her nose.
“Hey,” Parker said back, her smile so wide I could dive right in.
Something stuttered in my chest, a warning or a sign, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. I could only care about this moment.
This woman.
So I gave in. I pulled her close and I held her tight, welcoming the crash of waves inside me.