Free Succulence (Succulent Trilogy #1) by Lauren Lashley Page A

me was never broken. It was, however, deeply wounded by how easily he dropped everything just because things weren’t exactly what he wanted.
     
    The waitress took our orders. I ordered the mango juice and Turkish delight I’d been craving. He ordered the baba ghanouj with falafels, lamb and lemonade, with baklava to go.
     
    “Hungry, aren’t we?”
     
    “Stop pouting, Amy. Let’s talk about this.”
     
    I sighed, dejectedly. It was only right to temper my emotions and give him the opportunity to explain himself. “I’m listening.”
     
    He explained that as much as he cared for me, and wanted the best for me, he couldn’t see himself trying to be cool with a long-distance situation. Having me over the phone and through texts weren’t the same when he couldn’t have me when he wanted, or at least within hours of when he decided he wanted it.
     
    “I have a sexual appetite, Amy. You know this. I know this. That’s part of what made us so amazing together. I didn’t know if I could keep my cool between seeing you and wanting you, so I decided I needed to let it go,” he said, mildly shrugging. “As a man, if I can’t give you the attention, affection and loyalty you deserve, it’s my responsibility to step up and cut the cord. I couldn’t bear with the idea of hurting you because I wasn’t able to hold it together in your honor, so I let it go.”
     
    Silence. He was not going to blame this on his dick. I wasn’t having that. I guess he sensed that I smelled bull, so he continued.
     
    “Look Amy, being without you made me realize…”
     
    I cocked my eyebrow as his voice trailed off. “Realize…?”
     
    “I fucked up.”
     
    “Humph,” I said. About time you realized that.
     
    “I don’t deserve another chance,” he sighed. “But I’m hoping that maybe, just maybe, you can let me… make it up to you.”
     
    Swallowing hard, I asked how he planned to do this.
     
    He leaned in, clasping my chin to force eye contact, and responding, as sincerely as possible: “Any way I can.”
     
     

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    Spending time in New Haven with my family was refreshing. Even my time with Jared was good. Though I wasn’t completely sure how, or even where, he would fit in my new life, I was willing to consider where we stood.
     
    “I know I hurt you. I know what I did was wrong. I should have held on to you tighter,” he said before we parted ways at Mamoun’s. “But I promise you, I’m different now.”
     
    I slipped a little. The words coming from his full lips, the genuine expression in his eyes and his captivating Green Irish Tweed and musk scent combined with a long day of travel, little sleep and weariness from life back in Dallas had me woozy. Without thinking about it, we almost ended up in bed. Well… we did end up in bed - but it’s not what you think. I promise.
     
    As much as I wanted to, I didn’t have sex with him. We made out passionately at my car once we left Mamoun’s, and it led to me following him back to his place. That’s where he ended up laying me on top of the kitchen counter and giving me the most amazing head in my life.
     
    Jared had this way of eating pussy that was just incredible. He took pride in satisfying me in bed, catering to my body’s needs. He would part my legs slowly, biting and nibbling at my thighs before nuzzling his nose against my mound, inhaling the scent of my “pretty pussy,” as he called it. 
     
    As he sucked and licked on my most sensitive spot, he took me to heights of pleasure I had been craving and fantasizing about since the last time he had me. He knew when and where to apply gentle pressure, how to wet and pamper my clit with small concentrated circles using the tip of his tongue, and how to kiss my pussy until I was on fire.
     
    He tasted me, devouring me like the last meal before the electric chair. I let him feast between my thighs without argument, feeding him as much of my nectar as he wanted. I didn’t