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Her tongue swirled, sucking the sticky sweetness from my finger.
As she released my finger, I surged forward, my hips forcing her knees apart and my grip moving higher on her thigh. My mouth came down, fusing with hers as her hands wrapped around my back, pulling me into her.
She tasted sweet, like honey and warm dough and something hopeful. She opened for me, and my tongue moved over hers. She moaned and I swallowed the little noise as I slanted her head to deepen our kiss. My fingertips dug into the plush sides of her hips, my erection pushing painfully against the cool marble countertop.
Cass shifted, bracing her hands at my shoulders and separating us. “Take off your shirt.” The breathless need in her voice sent a pulse through my cock.
I reached back, gripping the cotton neck of my shirt, pausing only a second to appreciate the way her hungry eyes were eager to see my body. Cass was petite and tight. I was tall and thick and probably nothing like the pretty boys she was used to in Chicago. The sly smile that moved over her lips gave me the encouragement I needed to whip off my shirt and stand bare chested in front of her.
I stood back, my palms braced beside her knees on the marble countertop. I found the courage to look Cass in the eyes as her gaze dropped down my chest and back up.
I gestured at myself, suddenly feeling uneasy about my heft when she was so delicate. “I know it’s not a six pack. I mean, I am a baker so...”
Cass lifted her eyebrows and grinned. “Are you kidding me? Come here.” Her heels wound around my hips and pulled me closer, causing any trace of hesitancy or self-doubt to evaporate. Her hands moved up my stomach and through the dark hairs on my chest. When her nails scraped against my skin, I stifled a moan.
Her fingers tangled in my hair. “I like everything you’ve got going on.”
My hands found her rib cage, and I wound one hand around, slipping it beneath her shirt to mold my palm to her breast. I kneaded and flicked my thumb over the tight little nipple hidden underneath.
In a smooth motion, I lifted her shirt up and over her head, needing to feel her warm skin against mine. She was smooth everywhere. Dying to be touched.
Tasted.
With her still propped on my countertop, I popped the button on her jeans and held her gaze as I slowly lowered the zipper. Her pupils dilated and heat coursed through me.
I shifted her hips, moving away from the stovetop and angling her so she was sideways along the countertop and I could peel her jeans down her thighs.
Cass lay there, her brown hair fanning underneath her. Her simple bra was perfectly Cass, and her cotton underwear was begging to be ripped down her thighs.
But she deserved more than that. She deserved slowness. To enjoy and be enjoyed.
Cass propped herself on her elbows, but I gently rested a hand on her belly. “Stay there.”
Mischief flashed in her eyes as I smirked at her. My cock was throbbing, begging to be set free, so I undid the button and zipper of my jeans, just enough to give my aching hard-on some room.
Cass licked her lips as she saw how thick and turned on I was for her. I let my palm run down my length and squeeze only once before returning my attention to her.
I reached for the honey dipper across the counter. Cass saw my movement and bit back a smile, her lower lip tucked into her mouth.
Carefully, I let the excess honey drip back into the jar before drizzling a small pool on the top of her knee. “I’d like to start here.”
I closed my mouth over the drop of honey and swirled my tongue across her smooth kneecap. Her moan pumped hot blood through my system.
Another drip on the tender skin just inside her elbow. “Then here.”
As my head dipped low to lick it off, her hands found my hair again.
“Huck,” she moaned.
I smiled and smoothed her long hair away from her shoulder. I placed a tiny drop of honey in the hollow of her collarbone. “Then here.”
“Yes.” Cass was pliant and scissoring her legs as my mouth devoured the thin skin at the base of her neck. Her heartbeat hammered against my tongue.
Her permission, her total compliance, drove me wild. I needed more––more room, space, time. Time to worship every curve of this incredible woman before she disappeared on me.
I scooped her off the counter and stormed toward my bedroom. Cass clung to me, her mouth moving frantically over my neck and the stubble at my jaw. I placed her on my bed, shoving blankets and pillows to the floor as I covered her body with mine.
I moved lower, trailing wet kisses down her smooth skin as I made my way lower and lower still. Cass’s breath hitched, and her knees came together when my fingers found the top of her underwear.
