What is this girldoingto me?
When I’m finally able to tear my eyes from her chest she’s watching me, staring up at me through dark, thick lashes. Her eyes are that deep brown-green that I’ve come to know means only one thing. She’s biting her lip and the hunger in her gaze is unmistakable.
All of this happens in less than a minute because I’m still standing under the small overhang at the top of her stairs while Lucy hovers in the doorway.
I open my mouth to say … something.
But she reaches out, grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me over the threshold. In a distant corner of my brain, I recognize the sound of the gift bag hitting the floor of the stair landing, but then she makes that little purring noise in the back of her throat–the one that I hear in my dreams–and all other thought escapes me.
Then her mouth is on mine.
It’s a claiming.
And I guess I have my answer.
She’s in.
Lucy’s body arches so sweetly against me that my arms wrap instinctively around her. We fit together perfectly, like we’re made to do exactly that.
We’re doing this.
I moan into the kiss and she takes the opportunity to swipe her tongue into my mouth, deepening it, swirling.
She’s all in.
Her mouth is hot and wet and she tastes …
She tastes, likemine.
After a few moments, she breaks the kiss, stepping away and leaving me gasping for breath in her small entry.
“Hi,” she says, with a soft smile.
“Hi,” I murmur.
And then we just stand there smiling at each other.
Eventually, I notice the light patter of the rain on the metal stairs behind me and I realize that we neglected to even close the door before our impromptu mini make-out session.
I clear my throat. My voice is hoarse when I say, “That was some welcome.”
She bites her lip saucily but doesn’t say anything.
The rain outside draws my attention again and I turn, finally, to close the door, but my gaze snags on the little gift bag I’d brought and completely forgotten about. It’s fallen over on its side and the contents have spilled out beyond the protection of the overhang. Rainbow tissue paper is soaked and matted to the little bundle of fabric beneath.
“Oh shit, it got wet!” I say, diving for the gift.
“Did you just say ‘shit’?!”
I grab up the little folded outfit and turn back to her, shrugging defensively. “Sometimes I say it now.”
Lucy bites her lip again but this time she appears to be fighting to hold back a laugh. She fails, snorting adorably before throwing her head back and letting loose with a deep belly laugh. Her entire body shakes with her mirth and she drops her hands down to cup the base of her protruding bump to support it through her gleeful gyrations.
I just watch her, chest tight, tenderness and affection swooping and diving within me.
“What’s that?” she asks once she’s caught her breath.
“Oh, uh, just a little something I picked up the other day–for the baby. But also, for you. I figured you’d appreciate it after seeing how much you loved those silly tombstone puns last week.” I peel back the ruined tissue to reveal the tiny onesie that had caught my eye. The second I’d seen it I knew I had to get it for her. “Is this a comment about my sense of humor?” she asks. “Are you implying that it’s juvenile? ‘Cause reminder,youloved those tombstones too.”
