Destiny

Part 16

"I mean it." Stevie added and Lindsey now knew for sure that she was definitely awake. "For so many reasons." She continued, lightly scratching his arm with her long red nails. "You could have told me to go home, but you just took me in without questions."

Lindsey cleared his throat and she felt his arm tighten around her. "Well, technically I had a few, but you didn't want to answer." He joked, hoping that he didn't come across as pushy for her to answer them now.

"You're always there for me and I don't think I value that enough." Stevie admitted. "You're so good to me. I hope you know that you can come to me no matter what, too."

"I do." Lindsey nodded, mindlessly tracing a pattern across her stomach with his thumb. "It's okay. This time it's you, who's a little lost. I'll never turn you away."

She wasn't just a little lost, but she didn't want to disrupt the peace she'd found in his embrace. Her relationship wasn't his problem. If he still cared enough in the morning, maybe she would open up then.

Stevie rolled over onto her other side and tilted her chin up. She brought her hand out from under the covers to caress the side of his face. Lindsey had promised himself not to get involved, but he was powerless to resist her touch. There was a small chance that it wasn't sexual, maybe she just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"If I kiss you, are you going to push me away?" Stevie then asked, remembering their conversation at dinner they shared several nights ago. 

I should, Lindsey thought. She might be going through a rough patch with Michael, he guessed, but as far as he knew, she was still set to marry the man. Lindsey brought his hand up to her face and let it slide into her hair, he pressed his forehead to hers. Their lips were already just a mere inch away.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Lindsey asked, his heart was pounding in his chest. 

"It's almost never been a good idea." Stevie chuckled lightly, bumping the tip of his nose with hers. "But I want to. I've never not wanted not to kiss you."

What the hell, Lindsey captured her lips and immediately felt a stirring below his waist when she didn't hesitate to open her mouth and moan into his. She held his face in her hands while his began exploring her body. He gripped her hip and pulled her a tad bit closer, lifting her leg over his. His large palm moved up her thigh and gave her ass a not so gentle squeeze. Another moan escaped her and he rolled her onto her back. She separated their lips, breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes. She saw a flash of fear in them, but she had no intention of stopping them this time. 

"I want you." Her voice sounded lower than usual and he almost growled at her, reaching for the hem of her shirt to lift it up and remove it completely. 

He left a series of light teasing kisses on her neck as he moved lower down the bed. She bit into her bottom lip, watching him as his attention was captured by her chest. Her eyes closed and she sighed when his tongue circled a nipple, while he lightly pinched the other. He pulled back to give the other side the same treatment, gently biting her along the way. She shifted a bit and groaned in frustration. He pushed his knee in between her legs to give her some sort of relief. After so many years of knowing each other intimately, she didn't have to actually tell him what she wanted or needed anymore. 

"You're so impatient." He teased, planting featherlike kisses across her stomach. "I haven't had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring you in so long, I'm not about to just get this over with."

"Oh God, Lindsey, less talking, more... oh..." She moaned, when his fingers replaced his knee.

He moved up to kiss her again while his hand pushed her panties aside and his middle finger pressed against her clit. He could swear she shuddered below him and he smirked. For a split second, he wondered if freaking Michael had ever received a reaction like that. Unfortunately, his movements were too slow, the pressure was not nearly enough and she was beginning to consider begging him. 

Two can play at this game, the thought crossed her mind. She let go of the balled up sheets from her hand and put it on him instead, which caused him to buck slightly. She stroked him through the material of his boxers and transferred some of her frustration onto him. 

"I see what you did there." He hissed through gritted teeth and withdrew his hand to take off her panties. 

Once he was fully undressed as well, he gripped her waist and pulled her towards him. He leaned over her before lowering his body to hers. He knew, she was more than ready, so he allowed himself to enter her in one slow motion, she arched her back and grabbed onto his shoulders. It was clear to both of them that they were not about to make love, but they silently hoped that they would have another chance to do that. The sex was fast and rough. Their breathing was heavy and their bodies glistened with sweat. He kept up the speedy pace from the start, afraid that if he slowed down, he would only embarrass himself. Not that she would ever blame him. Thanks to the lengthy foreplay, he knew, she was already close. He shut his eyes, solely focusing on her and it took about another minute until he felt her nails dig into his back, heard a version of his own name pass through her lips, which was what tipped him over the edge as well.

"How..." She stopped to breath for a second. "How are we still so good at that?" 

He grinned, lying beside her with his eyes closed. "Some things never change." He said and pulled her in closer, he pressed his lips to her damp hair. "I love you, too. That's something that's never going to change either." He added and responded to her slow, lazy kiss.