A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the lemons I sent your way last chapter. I started this one with a hint of EPOV, it's not long. But it was entertaining to write.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Charlaine Harris has that honor.

EPOV

I knew upon seeing Sookie, in nothing but my shirt, in my kitchen, that keeping my hands to myself was going to be impossible.

Her hair was in shambles and the tone, tanned skin of her legs, was just begging for me to wrap them around my waist. If she moved at just the right angle, I could see the hint of her red thong through the thin, white shirt. I had to get a grip on myself before I pillaged the poor girl.

Oh, but then, as if to fuck me further, she started eating. The damned orgasmic sounds coming from her throat as she chewed were taunting me almost beyond my control. I tried desperately to focus on anything except the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth, and the hint of her nipples through the thin shirt.

Bea Arthur. Bea Arthur. Bea Arthur. Fuck!

It wasn't working.

When she started feeding me, I knew I was beyond fucked. I was either going to end up with blue balls the size of Texas, or I was going to attack Sookie like the monster that I am. The taste of her finger in my mouth only made me want to taste more.

When she allowed me to feed her, my cock sang victoriously. My finger lingered in her mouth and just the simple sensuous feel of her tongue swirling around my digit nearly had me unglued. I felt my cock swell and pulse against my pants. This woman was driving me insane.

I could not resist the urge to lick the bit of chocolate off of her chin, but her mouth assaulted me before I was finished. I had her in my lap as soon as my hands touched the soft flesh of her ass and she was moving her hips against me, I felt like a dog unable to control the urge to hump.

Before I knew it, I had her on the couch and was humping against her ferociously. I didn't seem to be able to control the animal in me around Sookie. The feel of her bare flesh against my hands, the taste of her delicious breasts in my mouth, was all so much, but not enough. I wanted every part of this delectable woman.

I could feel my savage release coming from the feel of her warmth beneath my own. The noises she was making for me, caused by me, sent me over the edge and I came violently against her calling her name.

I immediately felt like a fucking teenage boy. I had just had a fucking orgasm dry humping Sookie. Not even when I was a teenager had I ever done that. But she was just so fucking amazing. She drove me mad. Sookie drove my salaciousness to the fucking level of insanity. When Sookie's orgasm took over her, I knew I would give anything to pleasure her, in every way possible. I rocked against her riding out her wave of pleasure, but I was silently screaming at my traitorous cock.

What the hell are you going to do when she actually touches you? Fucking pussy!

SPOV

I was lying there, underneath Eric, sweaty, sticky and smelling of sex. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in my hands and take my dirty self back to the apartment. But I didn't have a key. I cursed myself silently for getting so drunk last night I forgot my purse.

I guess technically, I was not the only one that had just dry humped another person to orgasm. And not that I didn't enjoy the heck out of it, because I so did. But I couldn't seem to focus on that. I was completely embarrassed.

Eric shifted so that he removed his weight from my body and came to sit on the couch beside me. I wiggled myself to an upright position. My body was stiff and my movements looked uncomfortable. I'm sure he could sense my awkwardness. But he didn't say anything. He just sat there. So I did the only other thing I could think of.

I jumped across his lap in a straddle position and began kissing along his neck, pushing my exposed breasts up against his chest.

"Eric?" I said between kisses.

He slipped his hands around me to grip my waist. "Sookie?" He said breathlessly.

"What was that?" I asked as I smoothed the tip of my tongue across his Adams apple. I felt his throat vibrating under my tongue in laughter, sending shivers all the way down to my toes.

"That was…" Eric paused, apparently he was just as shocked as I. "Something."

"Good something or bad something?" I asked as I ran my fingers up his scalp and through his hair.

I heard his gentle laugh before he spoke. "Definitely, a good something."

I felt Eric's hands trail up my back and rest on my shoulders as he pulled my mouth up to meet his.

Kissing Eric is like eating chocolate, it's so good it's impossible to stop. I licked and sucked at his bottom lip, before I pulled back, my breathing already heavy.

"Eric?" I caught his eyes with mine before continuing. "This is wrong."

He caught my mouth with his. His lips moved seriously against mine with an intense urgency and I felt my limbs go weak. "If this is wrong…" He stated breathlessly as he attached his lips to mine again. My mouth was intent on his and I felt I could kiss him like that forever, but he pulled back again slightly. "I don't ever want to be right." Then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

Oh, god me either!

I couldn't even laugh at his little joke. I kissed his mouth urgently as my hands roamed the plains of his chest. His skin was hot under my touch and I was desperate to feel every inch at one time. My fingertips brushed under the waistband of his pants hesitantly.

"Sookie." Eric growled against my swollen lips.

I felt his growing stiffness press against the inside of my thigh and a sigh escaped my mouth.

Again?

Something was tugging at the back of my mind, but I couldn't focus on anything but the feel of his lips and the feel of his skin underneath my fingers.

I let my fingers dip lower in his pants and trailed my fingernails across the coarse hairs there. Without warning, the shirt I was wearing was ripped off and Eric's mouth was attached to my nipple. My head fell back, thrusting my breast firmly against his hungry lips.

I felt the damn tugging at the back of my mind again, but replaced it quickly by curling my fingertips a bit. This allowed them to come in contact with Eric's now straining erection.

God, I want to touch it so badly.

My hand seemed to move without conscious decision, sensing my need and my fingers gripped delicately around the smooth, thickened flesh of his shaft. Eric felt even bigger in my grasp.

Holy cow!

Eric growled against my chest as he brought his mouth back to mine. Licking and sucking every inch of my mouth. I felt his hand trail down to the top of my panties and his fingertips were silently seeking my permission. I granted it by pressing my hips forward slightly.

His fingertips roamed through my own patch of hairs delicately. When Eric's finger came in contact with my nub, I jumped involuntarily and a strange gurgled moan came from my throat. His finger rubbed gently along my slit and back to my nub, as his mouth found its way to my breasts again.

"So wet, Sookie."Eric whispered.

"Eric." I said in a breathless moan.

My hand was moving up and down his length in smooth motions. I felt his hips moving slightly against me, encouraging my rhythm. Eric's fingertip curled slightly at my moistened entrance allowing just the tip to achieve penetration. My hips pushed forward against him needing more. He slid his finger into my wet folds slowly and my hips pushed him in further.

And then I remembered.

"Shit!" I pulled back and jumped off Eric. "I gotta go, Eric."

I had completely forgotten about Amelia and Trey coming over for lunch today, and I still didn't have my purse. I ran straight to the bathroom to clean up, without saying a word to Eric. He followed me, of course.

"What is it, Sookie?" I heard his voice deep and husky through the door.

"I need to get home." I started, as I was toweling off the gooey mess between my thighs. I was definitely going to need a shower. "Amelia and Trey will be at my apartment in a little over an hour."

I had finished cleaning up as best I could, given my lack of options and opened up the bathroom door. Eric was standing there with a look of total confusion. I rushed passed him in order to retrieve my dress. There was no way I was walking the hall of shame wearing Eric's shirt, even if I only lived a few floors down.

It was a rumpled mess, but I threw it on anyway. I slipped on the shoes and made my way to the front room.

Eric was there, already dressed. How in the hell he had gotten completely dressed in those few seconds, was beyond me.

"Can you get me into my apartment?" I asked as I approached him.

"Yes, I have a key. I will send someone to get your bag and return it to you." His voice was hard and cold.

When I thought about it, I guess I could see why. I did just stop him in the middle of something rather intimate.

Oops!

"I promised Trey and Amelia a gumbo lunch today." I said trying to explain myself, for whatever reason. But I didn't want him to think that I was scared off.

Ok, so admittedly I was a little scared of what had just occurred and almost occurred again. But I wasn't running, not yet.

He just nodded and went to retrieve his keys. He was back in the blink of an eye and his hand was on the small of my back, urging me to the front door.

Was he mad?

Right then I didn't really have time to think about it or care too much, for that matter. I needed to get home. It takes almost an hour for my gumbo to cook and I hadn't even started it. Plus, I needed a shower majorly bad and had to be presentable before they came knocking on my door.

The elevator ride to the apartment was silent and somewhat awkward. Eric walked up to my door, key in hand, and swung it open for me. I stepped in and stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Eric.

"You could come." I said hesitantly.

He looked at me with his signature smirk as he spoke. "Do you want me to come, Sookie."

I could hear the double meaning in his words, but I was not playing that game I didn't have the time. "I did just invite you, silly." I said with a hint of attitude in my voice.

Eric leaned down, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I'll be back in one hour." Then he returned to the elevator and disappeared.

He must not have been as mad as I thought. I closed the door behind him and headed to the kitchen. After donning my red and white polka-dot apron, I got all my ingredients out of the fridge. Fortunately I had all my veggies chopped. I started the rue in my big pot and went to the sink to pre-wash my crawfish and andouille sausages.

Once I was satisfied with the thickness of the rue, I shucked in all the ingredients, including my secret forty-seven splashes of Louisiana hot sauce, and headed off to get my shower.

When I was finally satisfied that I was clean enough, I got out and toweled off. I slipped on my robe and went to stir my gumbo. I pulled out my yellow strapless sundress and laid it on the bed on my way. I stirred the gumbo real good and added a finely chopped jalapeno. I dipped a spoon in to taste, once I was satisfied I went to get dressed.

Given I didn't have too much time, I just brushed my hair out and ran the hairdryer long enough to get it started, allowing it to air dry in the naturally, soft curls I inherited from my Gran. I touched my face with just a hint of make-up and lip gloss, slipped on my dress and flat, white sandals and went back to the kitchen.

My gumbo was coming along nicely, so I slipped my apron back on and started some white rice on to boil. After that, I just sat at the table and waited. I had already gotten all my dishes out and the sweet tea was made and cold.

I found my thoughts roaming back to Eric, and what happened this morning. I wasn't embarrassed about it anymore. But I felt a bit odd, seeing as how Eric seemed so uncomfortable afterwards. I wasn't real sure why. And if I am being a bit honest with myself, I was just a tad ashamed. I couldn't believe I had let it get that far. But I liked Eric, right? Yes, I definitely liked Eric. I was pretty sure he liked me too. And not just wanted to get in my pants. He had plenty opportunity when I was passed out drunk at his apartment.

I guess I would just have to let things play out and see how they went. Which brought me back to what was about to happen. Eric and I were going to eat lunch with Amelia and Trey. Was it like a date? I didn't know. Did I want it to be? Probably.

I also knew Amelia was surely going to have a field day with me. I never could hide anything from her. I didn't get much time to think about what I was going to say to her, before there was a knock on the door. They were early.

I slipped my apron off and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Coming." I hollered as I made my way. I grabbed the handle and swung the door open as I spoke. "Your ear—"

So not who I was expecting.

"What the heck are you doing here?"

A/N: Uh – Oh. Who do you think it could be? Sorry you guys know I live to leave you hangin' *giggles* Don't hate me.

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