“Only if I’m allowed to return the favor,” he supplied.
“Oh, no. It’ll be me returning the favor, B.” She stepped in front of him to start walking backward, a come-hither gleam entering her eyes. “Because you’ll be the one devouring me first.”
Chapter37
Leela
The marble feltcold beneath Leela’s bare thighs, her warm skin a direct contrast to the kitchen counter beneath her.
But the view distracted her from the goose bumps pebbling along her legs.
Balthazar.
Naked.
Beneath an apron.
He flipped a pancake on the griddle pan, his brown gaze swirling with wicked promises.
They’d already played with the syrup, having licked each other to completion more than once before showering off the sticky sweetness.
Now he was intent on feeding her.
But all she really wanted to do was go to her knees and worship him all over again with her mouth.
This potent sexuality between them left her insatiable. And the tenting of his apron said he felt the same.
“That’s a hazard,” she said conversationally, her gaze on his impressive arousal. “Please don’t burn yourself.”
Or do,she thought. I’ll kiss it and make it better.
His lips curled, displaying those delicious dimples in his cheeks. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m a professional in the kitchen.”
“And the bedroom,” she murmured.
“I excel at sex everywhere, vixen.”
She arched a brow. “Even in the clouds?”
He paused mid-flip on his other pancake and glanced at her. “We can fuck in the sky?”
She flashed him a smile. “I have wings.”
He considered that for a moment. “A new experience.”
“For both of us,” she admitted. She’d never danced like that with a Seraphim, or anyone else for that matter.
“After breakfast,” he decided out loud as he finished flipping the pancake.
“You don’t want to wait until you have your own wings?”
He shook his head. “You won’t drop me.”
“I may, if you do your job right.”
He set the spatula down and sauntered over to where she sat on the kitchen island. His hands found her hips as he yanked her forward to stand between her splayed thighs.
“Sweetheart,” he said softly, his lips brushing hers. “WhenI do my job right, you’ll be too busy clinging to me to let me go.”
