Page 34 of Love You A Latte

My other hand drops from her neck to her thigh, soft skin exposed where her dress is pushed up as she straddles me. The bright colors make her skin glow like she’s luminescent. I palm the bare skin of her thigh, then drag my hand up her leg and under her dress until I meet the crease of her hip. I smile when I move my hand further, feeling a tiny stretch of silk.

She’s wearing a thong, and when I run my finger between it and the skin of her hip, she arches into me, wanting more. I trace the soft material to the firm globe of her ass, kneading and squeezing it, and she grinds into me harder. My emotions rise and fall, a bewildering dichotomy clashing inside me. There’s a sense of power in the way Addison reacts to my smallest touches, but also this insignificance in the face of someone so incredible. She’s gorgeous inside and out, and it’s beyond my wildest dreams to have this with her.

Every move I make, she meets it. I nearly combust when she angles her hips to allow my hand between us. I push aside her wet thong to find her slick beneath it. I’m going to have a wet spot on my shorts from her grinding on me, and it makes me want to purr with satisfaction.

I tease her clit, circling one finger gently, but she’s having none of it. She presses down on me, then her demanding little mouth pleads, “More, Frankie.” between gasping breaths and desperate kisses.

I angle my hand so she can grind her clit against the heel of my palm, and I curl two fingers inside her, letting her set the pace and pressure. She uses me for her pleasure, taking what she wants as she wants it, and I love every moment. I open my eyes as we kiss, wanting to see herbody, her skin, the expressions that play across her face as she chases her orgasm. I can tell when she gets close, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers, and I speak against her lips.

“That’s right, use me. Find your pleasure, dirty girl,” I groan, kissing her between words. “Take what you want and drench my fingers. That’s a good girl.”

I whisper praise and filth into her mouth and she clenches around my fingers, biting down on a scream as she pulses around me. I rock her through it, kissing and sucking down her neck until she falls limp against me, sated.

Her heartbeat slows and her muscles relax as I hold her, winding down from her orgasm. She tilts her face up for a kiss and I meet her lips gently, putting all of my tender devotion into that one soft touch. I want this so badly it scares me. When I pull away, she opens her eyes. Eyes I never want to look away from. They’re soft, and vulnerable, and hungry.

I can tell Addison wants her turn with me. I’m not ready, though, so we take a break for dinner together. My thoughts and feelings are a confusing swirl with her return to San Diego nearing. It’s a shock to realize how much my heart is at risk. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this off-kilter before, or this unsure of my future and what it might hold.

I finally set my utensils down and lean my elbows on the table, my forearms folded over each other in front of me. Addison glances up and must see something in my face, because she nods and sets her utensils down too. She takes a quick gulp of water, then leans back and pulls one leg onto her chair, hugging her knee to her chest.

“We should talk,” I say, and Addison cringes.

“Are you breaking up with me?” she says, eyes downcast.

I rear back. What the fuck?

“No!” I exclaim, and her startled eyes dart up to mine.

“No,” I say, softer this time. I pull my chair around to sit next to her and take her soft hands in my work-roughened palms. I stroke my thumbs along the tan skin of her knuckles and her fingers twist to grip mine.

“What then?” she says.

“I really like you, Addison. I care about you so much. I’ve never been happier than I have been spending this last week with you. You’re fierce and resilient, so strong and courageous in your vulnerability. I want to make this work, but…” I trail off, my gaze searching hers.

“But?”

“I need to know if you feel the same. I need to know if it’s worth it to you.”

IfI’mworth it.

“Yes,” Addison says. “Yes, you’re worth it, Frankie.”

Somehow she knew what I was saying, responding to my unspoken words. It makes my heart trip in my chest.

“You’re everything. I’ve never met someone like you before…”

“Intimidating?” I say, attempting a joke, even though it cuts a bit.

“No, not intimidating.” Addison’s voice has turned soft, contemplative. “I admire you. You bring out parts of me I didn’t know existed, and while those things I first said about you are true, you’re so much more beneath the surface. You’re more than a successful business owner, you’re a staple of this community and so freaking resourceful it’s incredible. You’re kind and compassionate under that confident exterior, and you’re the most thoughtful friend either Everly or I could dream of. You’re loyal, dedicated. So yes. Yes, I feel the same. Yes, you’re worth it. Yes, I want to make this work.”

She punctuates each ‘yes’ statement with a kiss. One on each cheek, the last on my lips.

My eyes are glassy as I stare at this angel. Not a witch, not a succubus. I was right the very first time, a week ago when the morning sunlight cast a halo around her in my coffee shop. She’s a heavenly gift, one that I certainly don’t deserve, but that I will strive to every day.

Her eyes search mine, crystal blue and utterly enchanting.

“Us, together. Right?” she whispers.

“That’s right.” I stand and tug her up into my arms, banding them tight around her. She giggles and buries her face in my neck, then I take her hand and move us to thecouch. She follows easily, so trusting.

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