She closed her eyes and laid back, groaning and shifting her weight toward him. "I would've said yes," she murmured, crying out as his fingers toyed expertly with her nipple, "but you just did that." She kissed his shoulder weakly, her voice slightly shaky. "Need you now. Don't think I could make it through dinner."
Lulu hated admitting that she needed anyone or anything, but it was true. She'd slept with a younger facsimile of the man she loved, but now that he was back in her arms, she didn't want to wait.