Chapter 6 #2
His tongue traced her bottom lip with a slick lick and when she opened for him, he languidly slid inside. Their tongues danced in a rhythm that Lily had all but forgotten was possible with the right man. Only this man could kiss her and make it feel like an expedition, an exploration, a claim.
Lily tugged on his hair, trying to get him to go faster, to give her more, but he only responded by slowing even further.
His mouth swiped over hers in deep, languid strokes that turned her legs to jelly and her blood to lava.
When she whimpered and ground her lower body against the hard length pressing against her he nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth and drew away enough to look down at her.
“Something you want, Lil?” His tone was teasing but his voice was husky with desire.
“You. Now. Faster.” She panted and he had the nerve to chuckle.
“Me? I’m yours. Now and forever. But faster?” His eyes were hooded, “Not a chance.”
She must’ve whined because he smiled and stroked a finger over the pulse point thrumming in her neck.
“I’ve waited too damn long to have you in my arms again to rush it, Lil.
Dreamed about it too many times. And the first time I make love to you again, it isn’t going to be in the kitchen at The Mont with a mess waiting for us to clean it up and a ticking clock counting down to the busiest day of the year. ”
Her heart stuttered even as her mouth formed a pout, “Why not?”
He laughed, “Because you deserve better.”
“I seem to recall you thinking that before and getting it all wrong.”
“I wasn’t wrong to want you to have it all. I was a stupid kid who went about it all wrong, but it wasn’t wrong to want the best for you.” He met her eyes and some of the heat had faded into a steady warmth that enveloped her in the promise of so much more than just this one stolen moment.
“You’re the best for me. You and this place. It’s home. You’re my home, Myles.”
He groaned, “You can’t say stuff like that when I just made a big declaration about not making love to you amid this mess.”
“It doesn’t have to be here. That wouldn’t be very sanitary now would it?” She bit her lip as her mouth curled into a smile, “But if I remember correctly there’s a back room nearby that we christened a long, long time ago.”
He smirked, “I remember that night.”
“I thought you might.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest, “So… what do you say we take a little break from cooking and heat things up in a different way?”
She squealed when he unexpectedly stooped and grabbed her around the waist. He tossed her over his shoulder and all the blood rushed to her head.
He smacked her ass and she couldn’t stop smiling as he carried her to the little room by the backdoor where employees could change their clothes, put their things in lockers, and freshen up.
She couldn’t make out her surroundings very well being upside down over his backside but the place looked different than she remembered.
Back when they were teenagers there had been a couple of worn down leather sofas against one of the walls for the staff to take breaks.
They were gone now of course and in their place was a long table with benches on each side.
She frowned at the loss of the furniture she’d been remembering when Myles suddenly flipped her back over his shoulder and sat her atop the table.
“Oh…” She felt dizzy and wasn’t sure if it was the head rush of being right side up again or the way Myles was looking at her.
“You want this?” His seaglass eyes darted across her face, searching for an ounce of hesitation. “You don’t want to wait until I can wine and dine you and take you to bed properly like you deserve?”
“Stop talking about what I deserve and give me what I need.” She reached for his belt but he pushed her hand away.
“I’ll give you what you need, but we’re not doing that.
Not yet and not here. I don’t have a condom on me and I’m not about to take any chances with you when I just got you back.
” He snagged her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the table.
“But damn if I’m not going to feast on you like a starving man.
Lift up and help me get these shorts off of you. ”
Lily’s stomach flipped at the husky demand and she did what he wanted.
She used her palms on the surface of the table to lift her hips and he gripped each side of her shorts and panties and tugged them down in one swift jerk.
Her bottom hit the table again, the cool surface giving her goosebumps, but one look back at Myles heated her up all over again.
He pulled her pants the rest of the way off and then eased between her thighs, licking his lips in a way that made her core clench.
“Lay back, baby. I’m starving for a taste of you and I intend to take my time.”
She whimpered when he settled onto the bench, his head between her thighs.
His large hands guided her legs up and onto his shoulders and she gasped, her eyes falling shut the moment she felt his warm breath against her most sensitive spot.
Her arms gave out so that she couldn’t have held herself up even if she wanted to.
She lay back like he told her to and gave herself over to the pleasure of the moment.
His tongue found her slit and she jerked. His hands on her thighs tightened. She could feel her body turn to liquid heat as he began to lick and suckle her. She squeezed her eyes shut and gaped his name, her hands automatically going to his hair, though she made no move to push him away.
She wanted to warn him that it had been a long time for her. That she was primed to explode already. That it wasn’t going to take much to push her over the edge. But she couldn’t get her throat to work properly and only little whimpers emerged as he continued to tease her with his wicked mouth.
It could have been minutes or mere moments later, but when he found her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue her entire body seized and the orgasm that had been waiting in the wings swept over her.
She vibrated so hard she swore the earth was shaking beneath her.
She saw stars, screamed his name, and fell apart in a wonderful pleasure filled explosion that left her dazed and a little bit embarrassed at just how easy she’d been for him.
She raised a limp arm and threw it over her eyes but a husky voice came from between her legs.
“Oh no, don’t you dare hide from me now, Lil.
” Teeth nipped at her inner thigh, causing her to jump again, and when she slowly dropped her arm and opened her eyes she saw that he had stood back to his full height and leaned over her.
“You’re so damn pretty when you fall apart for me.
I want to see you, see what I do to you. Don’t hide from me, baby.”
Lily felt a tear leak from the corner of her eye and Myles noticed because he was instantly on alert. He pulled her upright until they were face to face. His eyes intense as he studied her.
“Don’t tell me you regret that. Please.” His voice was low and guarded.
She reached for him, cupping his cheek, “No. The opposite. I missed this, missed how easy things always were between us, how natural and simple it was. I missed you. That’s all.”
“You don’t have to miss me anymore, Lil. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” He brushed her hair behind her ear, “Unless you want me to.”
“Wh-” she started but he rushed on.
“If you want to go back to New Orleans or anywhere else for that matter, I’ll go with you this time. I won’t let you leave me again. Not after spending seven years regretting that I let you go the first time.”
“Oh, Myles…” She shook her head, “I told you already. This is home. You and me and this restaurant. It’s the life I always wanted and the fact that there’s even a chance we might be able to make it real, it gives me more hope and happiness than I’ve felt in a long time.
If you’d given me the chance to choose before, I’d have chosen this life to start with, but we can’t keep looking back over our shoulders at what we missed.
We have the opportunity for a fresh start… ”
“That’s really what you want?” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Yes.” She whispered back. “This is what I want.”
“Then you know what we have to do first.”
Lily squished her nose up, “Tell my parents?”
Myles laughed, “I was going to say clean up the mess you made and finish cooking the best Thanksgiving Day meal this town has ever seen but yeah… that too.”
“I’m sorry, did you say the mess I made?” She gaped at him. “You do recall throwing cherries at me, right?”
“You started it with the blueberries.” He shrugged, picking up her shorts and panties and handing them over with a grin.
She snatched them from him and unceremoniously slammed her legs through the openings, “You forced my hand.”
“I didn’t think you’d follow through.” He wrapped an arm around her waist when she was clothed again and pulled her close, “But I’m damn glad you did.”
He kissed her softly and Lily could taste herself and assorted fruit. She didn’t mind. She liked the idea of her scent being all over him, laying claim to him. Because he was hers, and she wasn’t giving him up this time, just like she wasn’t giving up on the idea of The Mont being hers.
She broke the kiss and sighed, “Okay, let’s go finish cooking and then we can get my kitchen cleaned up and deal with my parents later.”
“I think you mean my kitchen.” He chuckled.
“We’ll see about that.” She winked and ducked under his arm back out into the hallway before he could object though she heard his heavy footsteps hurrying behind her.
He came after her and that thought only made her happier because she knew he always would. Not that she intended to run from him. Not really. But it sure was fun to tease him.
An alarm buzzed just as he caught up to her, grabbing her arm and spinning her back to him.
She half expected to see thunderclouds on his handsome face, preparation for an argument about how they’d handle the kitchen duties now that she was staying.
But instead she saw only twinkling blue-green eyes and the smile that had stolen her heart.
“That sound means it’s midnight. I set the alarm before we started so I’d know when it was official.” He explained. “Happy Thanksgiving, Lily. I know it’s always been your favorite holiday and this year, I’m more thankful than ever because you’re here, with me, again.”
Lily’s heart felt so full when she nodded, “It is my favorite holiday and now, it’ll be my favorite day of the whole year, because it’s the day that I got to tell you that I love you, Myles Calhoun, and I want to spend every Thanksgiving for the rest of my life with you.”
“I think that can be arranged.” He said and it sounded like a promise.
One that she knew was more than just talk, because it was a promise they’d work together to keep.