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He set the bowl down and rolled his eyes in dramatic fashion. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, woman!”
He had been, but his actions were a much better indicator than his words. “And now I see just how good you are.” He was too good to keep pushing him away, so good that another woman would snatch him up before I got my head on straight if I kept this distance between us. “I like what I see, Grant. I like it a lot.” More than I should.
“Then my evil plan is working.” He winked and went back to mixing the butter and sugar, tempting me beyond all reason for the next two hours. “Hey, I think we did pretty good.” Grant eyes the cookie sheets, plastic containers and cooling racks filled with cookies and cupcakes. “We make a good team.”
We did. “You are an excellent assistant, maybe there’s a future for you as Mara’s sidekick.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed, barely holding back a laugh. “I’m more concerned with my future with you.”
“You want to be my sidekick?” I laughed but his gaze was serious and focused on my mouth. I licked my lips and a second later, Grant’s lips were on mine, attacking and devouring every inch of my mouth until I submitted to his wicked kisses that took my breath away.
“You can call it a sidekick, but I don’t think sidekicks kiss like we do. Or do other things, like we do.”
“Other things?” I feigned innocence even as he pressed his bare chest against my body, leaning against my side so I could feel the long thickness of his erection against my hip. “Like what?”
“Like this.” He stepped right in front of me and slid one hand up the inside of my thigh, so slowly that I shuddered in anticipation, eager for him to touch me. “You’re so fucking soft, Brenna. Like silk or maybe suede, I don’t know just soft.”
I growled when his fingers brushed against the now-damp fabric of my cotton panties, back and forth, back and forth, in a hypnotic motion that made my breath hitch. “Grant.”
“Yeah,” he grunted in my ear. “That’s exactly the sound I want to hear from that sweet mouth of yours.” Before I could ask what sound he was looking for, Grant slid two fingers inside my panties and performed the same move until my knees buckled.
“Grant, please.”
“Begging? Now I’m so hot, so hard for you Brenna.” He didn’t move, didn’t take off his pants and didn’t lift me up on the counter top. Instead, he found my wet center and plunged two fingers deep while his thumb worked furious circles against my clit. “What do you want, Brenna? What do you need?”
“You, Grant. Just you.” It was a shocking admission but in the throes of passion he took it to mean something else, thankfully. His lips left a trail of heat across my collarbone, kissing and licking my sensitized skin while his fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Oh fuck, Grant! Yes!”
His hand move faster, the muscles in his forearm hard, his jaw clenched as the back of my hand brushed up and down the length of his erection. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
“Who’s teasing?”
“Oh fuck!” The words came out on a powerful grunt as he took a step back, his green eyes dark with arousal as his fingers slipped from my body. “Taste.” He held them out and I licked his forefinger and then his middle finger, swirling my tongue around each one, teasing him.
“Good.”
“I thought so,” he growled and dropped to his knees before he buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking me to a fast and powerful orgasm.
I let out a strangled gasp as my fingers tangled in his hair, my hips grinding the last of my orgasms out against his tongue. “Holy hell, what was that?”
“Let’s call it a snack break.”
My gaze narrowed. “You are one wicked man, Grant Lopez.” And lord help me, but I wanted this man. I wanted him badly and for always.
“I thought I was a good man?” His lips quirked into a crooked, playful smile as he licked his lips.
“You are good and wicked, or maybe you’re just good at being wicked. I’ll let you know when my brain is firing on all cylinders again.”
He laughed. “You’re damn good for my ego, Brenna.”
The oven timer sounded before I could gather my wits enough for a smartass comeback. “Cookies are done.”
“Done and delicious,” he said with a wicked smile and licked his lips, the move producing a shiver that went from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. “Damned delicious.”
“Wicked, wicked man.”
He winked. “You love it.”
I did. I really did love it, a lot.
And worse, I had a feeling I was starting to feel that word for more than his wicked ways. I was falling for the whole man.
