When I got off work, I ran home long enough to grab some clothes and everything I'd need to sleep at Richie's house, as we agreed to earlier. I was still nervous about the conversation we needed to have. I was falling for him. Hard. He was an incredible man. Beside his looks, he was funny, thoughtful, sweet, caring, you name it. He made me happy, deliriously happy. But I still wasn't sure where he stood. I didn't know if he wanted something serious, like long term commitment, or if he wanted to keep things light. If he chose the latter, I'm not sure what I'd do. I was already so dependent on him, I couldn't stand the idea of not seeing him anymore. But I couldn't be just a booty call, I'm just not wired that way. When I pulled up to the house, I parked and knocked on the door. Richie opened it with a grin. "Hey sweetheart, come on in. Go ahead and put your stuff in our room then get comfortable. Dinner's almost ready." He smiled. I missed most of what he was saying though. He was fresh out the shower, barefoot and his hair still damp, wearing a pair of low slung gym shorts. My tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed dryly. He gave me a quick peck then turned and headed back into the kitchen. He really did have a spectacular ass. I grinned cheekily and decided to bring my things upstairs. When I came back down to the kitchen, Richie had just finished pouring me a glass of wine. He set it next to me plate and we sat down to eat. "So you're officially the topic of my entire office now. Every female in the building wants to know who you are, if we're together or if you're single, and if you have any brothers that look remotely like you." I snorted. Richie chuckled. "Well, I'm Rick Harper. Richie for short, but you know that. No, I'm not single. Yes we are together, and no, I'm an only child." He grinned. "Do they have anymore questions?" He asked. "That about covers it.. But I have one." I said shyly. He nodded at me to continue. "Well.. What is this?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow. "Uhh.. Steak?" He rumbled. I snorted. I shook my head. "No, this.. U.S.. What are we doing? I mean, if there is an us that is.. I don't want to assume... I just.." I ramble on. Richie stood and came around until he was kneeling in front of me. I ducked my head. He tilted my chin up and caught my eyes. "There is most definitely an us Claire. I'm too old to play games. I like you, a lot. There's a connection between us that runs deep. I'm not a little boy that's gonna get cold feet, I'm a grown ass man who knows exactly what he wants. I want you in my life. I want to take you out. I want to make love to you. I want to hold you while you sleep. I want to curl up on the couch and watch movies with you. I want it all." He said seriously. "R-really?" I squeaked out. He chuckled. "Yes baby girl. Really." He said, kissing me softly. "I want that too." I whispered against his lips. I kissed him this time, with lots of tongue and teeth. He growled. I whimpered. "Richie..." I sighed. "Hmm?" He rumbled in between kisses. "I'm not hungry anymore..." I purred. He smirked and caught me by the back of my thighs, hoisting me up into the air as he stood. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist. Richie braced one hand under my behind, and with the other, he swiped everything off the kitchen table. Dishes, wineglasses, everything. "Richie!" I exclaimed. "I'll clean it up later." He growled and set me down on the table, pulling my shirt up and off. My bra followed, and I laid back as he tugged off my shoes pants and underwear. When I was completely bare beneath him, spread out on his kitchen table, Richie chuckled darkly. I was panting as he leaned down and kissed me. He trailed his kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. Then my breasts. He wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked, stroking the bud with the flat of his tongue. He paid equal attention to the other breast, then kissed his way down my stomach. I trembled when he nipped at my hipbone. Richie grabbed my ankles, his big hands wrapping around them completely, and positioned my feet on the edge of the table. Like this, I was wide open to his gaze. He grabbed a chair and sat, directly in front of me, as if I were a feast. He rumbled in approval, and I trembled. Panting. "Richie please..." I didn't know what I was pleading for, I just knew I needed something... Anything. He passed his thumb over my clit, barely touching it, before pulling back and licking his finger. He moaned at the taste of me, before leaning forward and stroking me with his tongue in a long leisurely lap. "Oh G-g-God.." I stuttered. I was soaked, I knew I was. Hell, I was probably leaving a puddle on Richie's kitchen table, but I didn't care. Right now, all I could focus on was the way he swirled his tongue in tight circles, then dipped it inside of me. My eyes were rolling around in my skull, and when he nipped my sensitive little nub, I screamed out my orgasm. When he pulled back, his face was shiny, and I had the sudden urge to lick him clean. As dirty as it sounded. I moved to wait up to do just that, but Richie flattened a big hand in the center of my chest, easing me back down. When my back touched the table again, he sat, pulled his chair closer, then slid one long finger inside of me. I grunted and splayed my legs as wide as I could. "Good girl.." He praised me. I writhed beneath him, mumbling out gibberish that made no sense. By the time he added a second finger, I flew over the edge again. We were just getting started, and all I could think was that it was gonna be a long ass night.