It only takes two songs before they’re both knocked out, breathing heavily. I’m able to slide out from between them and sneak out with Duke, leaving the door cracked open.
I walk into the kitchen and grab the bottle of pinot noir. I fill a glass and lean my hip against the counter. I’m sipping from the rim when I see his broad, tanned shoulders shifting as he walks toward me.
He stops a few feet away and presses his palm to the countertop. He sets the guitar on top of it.
My gaze travels up to meet his eyes, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears. His intense gaze is on my face, eyes hungry. His dark hair is damp from the shower.
He must be a mind reader because he doesn’t say a word. He just walks up to me and grabs my waist and lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. He pushes between my knees, dragging me closer to the end of the counter.
“What do you need right now?”
I search his eyes and hold my breath. I study him, seeing only sincerity and concern reflecting in his gaze.
“I need you as close to me as possible. I need you everywhere.”
“Okay.” He leans in, inhaling the side of my neck.
I haven’t showered since this morning, and his leatherand mint scent is washing over me, reminding me I’m not as clean as him.
“Let me shower first.”
“I want you like this.” His tongue brushes out to taste under my earlobe.
I shudder, but his arms go around mine and cage me in.
“I want you right here. Can I have that?”
I feel myself nodding as he lowers down to his knees. The countertop is right under his chin. His eyes are hungry as he reaches for the button of my jeans and undoes it, followed by the zipper.
My heart is pounding, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. I lift my hips so he can pull my jeans off. He peels them down my legs slowly, in no hurry. He starts folding my jeans.
“Take your time,” I mumble.
“Oh, I intend to.” He smirks, reaching for my red thong. “I like these.”
He peels them off and gently folds them on top of the jeans. The anticipation feels alive inside my veins. I suck in when he slides his hands under the back of my knees and pulls me closer to the edge, right where his mouth is.
“I want you to relax, baby. Close your eyes and let me take you somewhere.”
He leans forward and kisses the inside of my inner thigh, then the other one. I’m self-conscious that I haven’t showered, but he doesn’t seem to care.
His kisses are getting closer and closer to my lips; every centimeter makes my muscles tense. His hands wrap around my upper thighs, his breath warming my skin.
“Relax,” he coaxes.
I force myself to sink into the counter, leaning back on my hands and closing my eyes. I suck in when I feel his wet tongue swipe over the seam of my lips.
“Mmm,” he moans into me, his mouth vibrating against me.
My mouth falls open when the ecstasy flashes through me. His hands squeeze the tops of my thighs harder, his tongue swirling through my wetness to taste as much of me as he can reach.
“Duke …” I pant.
I’m already getting close. I have no idea how he does this to me. He focuses in on my clit, his fingers reaching up to spread my lips and give him better access. He eats me like he’s famished right here in the family kitchen.
Stars swim above my head, and my whole body tenses up, preparing for the wave of pleasure that’s looming.
His wet tongue feels like heaven on my sensitive nerves. His movements are slow and deliberate. He’s figuring me out like a puzzle, solving me one piece at a time. He laps up my growing wetness and groans with pleasure.