Once More, With Strangeness

Chapter 12

 Becca closed the door behind their friends and hesitated, her hand on the doorknob, her back to him. Eddie watched her, aching to know what was going through that beautiful head of hers now that they were actually alone. He knew what they'd both said back in the woods, what they would do first, but now that they were actually alone was that all too much?

He was craving her, to touch her, to taste her, to feel her completely consume him. Eddie had gone too long without her. It was a physical pain that couldn't be soothed until they connected in the way only the two of them could. All those months, her face burned against the backs of his eyelids, constantly haunting him every time he closed his eyes, reminding him of what he could never have again. Now, here she was, and all he wanted was to pull her to him and have his way with her but he didn't want to push her if she needed time.

"Becca?" he asked softly, needing her to turn and look at him. He needed to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. His nerves were fraying at the thought that she might not be as glad to be alone as he was.

Her hands pressed against the door and as he watched,

her entire body began to tremble gently with sobs as she slid to the floor. Eddie was next to her in an instant, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his chest. He let her cry, running his hand along her back and her hair soothingly. He didn't say a word, just waiting for her to let him know when she was ready to talk.

Becca's sobs continued, her hands running up his arms and across his shoulders before locking behind his back. She pressed her face into his neck, nuzzling it gently with her nose. Eddie felt himself stir instantly at the feel of her against him, her lips grazing over his skin, fighting to restrain himself.

That thought went out the window when Becca climbed into his lap, straddling him, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her fingers gripped his hair as she smashed her lips against his with a ferocity of need that he quickly matched with his own. He gripped her shoulder blades, pressing her as closely to him as was possible but it still wasn't enough. He needed to feel her, all of her. He needed his skin against hers. He needed to get rid of all these annoying clothes.

Eddie grabbed the bottom of his shirt, which he loved seeing her in but not at the moment, and yanked it over her head, throwing it across the room. Reaching over his head, he yanked his own shirt off before gathering her against him again, groaning at the feel of their flesh finally meeting without any barrier between them.

"Eddie," she whispered, her lips and tongue dancing along his neck and shoulder. "I missed you. Jesus, I missed you so goddamn much."

"Baby, you have no idea how much I missed you every

fucking day," he huffed, his head falling back as her lips moved across his chest and collarbone before her hands gripped his face and her lips were on his once again.

He reached behind her, undoing the clasp on her bra. He pulled his lips from hers, leaning his head back as he ever so slowly slid the straps down her shoulders, hungrily watching as her breasts were revealed to him.

"Shit, I've missed these too," he growled, placing his hands under her ass and standing in one smooth motion. Walking over, he sat her on the counter. Placing his hand behind her neck, he kissed her, his tongue sliding past her lips to tangle with her own. Becca whimpered, rolling her hips against him and he growled gently at the burning need it ignited to take her right then and there. But no, he'd waited too long for this to be over that quickly.

"Eddie," she whined softly, her fingers moving to his belt. "I need you now."

"Oh no sweetheart," he murmured against her ear, pressing his hand against her chest, gently pushing her back so she was laying on the counter. "I've waited too long. I've dreamt of this so many times." He hooked his fingers into the loops of her jeans, slowly dragging them down her legs. His hands came to her knees, spreading them open so her legs hung on either side of the counter. "The times I imagined having you, just like this, of tasting you again. I am taking my time because we both fucking deserve this."