Just wow. That was amazing! I did not intend for that to happen, but no way in hell am I sorry that it did. She’s still so responsive to me… like we never parted. Lexi is the yin to my yang and I’ll be damned if she’s leaving me again. After that. No way, no how. She. Is. Mine.
I watch Erik walk out the door and feel Lexi squeeze my hand and press a sweet kiss to my back.
I turn around and face her. She looks content, but unsure. I want to erase the uncertainty. I lean in slowly so as not to spook her and press a gentle kiss to her lips. She seems surprised, but her lips soften and relax as I slowly trace the seam of her lips, asking permission to enter her mouth. She sighs softly and her tongue tentatively brushes against mine.
I keep holding her hand and tracing circles across the top as I slowly but thoroughly explore her mouth with my lips and tongue, tasting every inch of her mint flavor. After the fervor of what just happened, I want to show her some tenderness. And this brings back so many memories of our time before.
After quite awhile, I lean back, let out a breath, and kiss her mouth gently one more time.
She looks at me with deliberation and asks softly, “What was that for?”
I rub my nose against hers slowly and reply, “Because, I wanted to.”
She gives a satisfied sigh and rests her head on my chest, right near my heart. It speeds up with her in such close proximity to the organ, that little does she know, she still owns.
“How were the cakes? They weren’t ruined, were they? I’m sorry for distracting you.”
She lifts her head, looks at me introspectively, and touches my face. “No they’re ok. Minor damage, but nothing that can’t be fixed.”
I wonder to myself if we’re still talking about cake.
I lift her back up, sit her on the edge of the counter, and stand between her legs with her hand still on my face. “I have rehearsal tonight for the concert tomorrow, but would you like to come along and maybe have dinner after?”
I can’t seem to stop touching her. I don’t want to. Her touch soothes the beast in my soul that has run rampant since she left me eight years ago.
Smiling that beautiful smile that was always reserved for me she says, “Let me check with Erik and make sure he’s ok with closing. As long as no one calls in tonight, I should be able to. Are you sure you want me there?”
I turn my head and lay a kiss in the center of her palm. “Yes. I want you there.”
“Ok then.”
Chapter Nine
Lexi
H e wants me at his concert rehearsal. And he’s being so sweet. So romantic. So like MY Jude. Please God, please don’t let me trust him again with my heart and have him shatter it… Again. I won’t survive it. But to be honest, I’m not sure anyone can survive Jude Delecroix twice in one lifetime anyway.
Jude picks up his hat and aviators and puts them back on, before walking backwards toward the kitchen door. He’s looking at me the entire time, saying he’ll call me later to make sure I’m coming. If I don’t call to tell him otherwise, he’ll pick me up at five.
Right as he reaches the door, he walks back into the room, pushes his aviators up, and picks up my cell phone from the island. Pulling me towards him, he rubs his nose against mine. As I’m staring into his eyes, he snaps a photo of the two of us to put with the contact information he’s just entered. He saves it, kisses me one more time, and walks out the door. Whistling.
What just happened?
He’s acting so much like the old Jude, my Jude; it’s hard to remind myself that the past eight years have even taken place. It’s hard to remember he’s a womanizing rock star.
I take a moment to regroup and look at the photo he just snapped, before washing my hands and cleaning our mess. Then I walk into the shop. Erik gives me a smile as he pulls me against his side. “Well… that was certainly… interesting. So love, tell me, what’s up? Or rather I know what was up. You have a
I watch Erik walk out the door and feel Lexi squeeze my hand and press a sweet kiss to my back.
I turn around and face her. She looks content, but unsure. I want to erase the uncertainty. I lean in slowly so as not to spook her and press a gentle kiss to her lips. She seems surprised, but her lips soften and relax as I slowly trace the seam of her lips, asking permission to enter her mouth. She sighs softly and her tongue tentatively brushes against mine.
I keep holding her hand and tracing circles across the top as I slowly but thoroughly explore her mouth with my lips and tongue, tasting every inch of her mint flavor. After the fervor of what just happened, I want to show her some tenderness. And this brings back so many memories of our time before.
After quite awhile, I lean back, let out a breath, and kiss her mouth gently one more time.
She looks at me with deliberation and asks softly, “What was that for?”
I rub my nose against hers slowly and reply, “Because, I wanted to.”
She gives a satisfied sigh and rests her head on my chest, right near my heart. It speeds up with her in such close proximity to the organ, that little does she know, she still owns.
“How were the cakes? They weren’t ruined, were they? I’m sorry for distracting you.”
She lifts her head, looks at me introspectively, and touches my face. “No they’re ok. Minor damage, but nothing that can’t be fixed.”
I wonder to myself if we’re still talking about cake.
I lift her back up, sit her on the edge of the counter, and stand between her legs with her hand still on my face. “I have rehearsal tonight for the concert tomorrow, but would you like to come along and maybe have dinner after?”
I can’t seem to stop touching her. I don’t want to. Her touch soothes the beast in my soul that has run rampant since she left me eight years ago.
Smiling that beautiful smile that was always reserved for me she says, “Let me check with Erik and make sure he’s ok with closing. As long as no one calls in tonight, I should be able to. Are you sure you want me there?”
I turn my head and lay a kiss in the center of her palm. “Yes. I want you there.”
“Ok then.”
Chapter Nine
Lexi
H e wants me at his concert rehearsal. And he’s being so sweet. So romantic. So like MY Jude. Please God, please don’t let me trust him again with my heart and have him shatter it… Again. I won’t survive it. But to be honest, I’m not sure anyone can survive Jude Delecroix twice in one lifetime anyway.
Jude picks up his hat and aviators and puts them back on, before walking backwards toward the kitchen door. He’s looking at me the entire time, saying he’ll call me later to make sure I’m coming. If I don’t call to tell him otherwise, he’ll pick me up at five.
Right as he reaches the door, he walks back into the room, pushes his aviators up, and picks up my cell phone from the island. Pulling me towards him, he rubs his nose against mine. As I’m staring into his eyes, he snaps a photo of the two of us to put with the contact information he’s just entered. He saves it, kisses me one more time, and walks out the door. Whistling.
What just happened?
He’s acting so much like the old Jude, my Jude; it’s hard to remind myself that the past eight years have even taken place. It’s hard to remember he’s a womanizing rock star.
I take a moment to regroup and look at the photo he just snapped, before washing my hands and cleaning our mess. Then I walk into the shop. Erik gives me a smile as he pulls me against his side. “Well… that was certainly… interesting. So love, tell me, what’s up? Or rather I know what was up. You have a
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