Page 116 of I’m Already Gone

“I thought we could bake,” she whispers, her voice a little breathy.

I raise an eyebrow. “Really?” A slow, predatory smile curves my lips. “What if I told you I don’t want to bake, and that I have other ideas?”

She lowers her gaze, but I tip her chin up between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet my eyes again. “Don’t look away, Sunshine. Aren’t you curious to know what my idea could possibly be?”

Her teeth tuck in her lower lip, and my gaze drops to her mouth, then back to her eyes. “What did you have in mind?” she teases.

I glance to the side of the counter. A few ingredients are laid out, some in bowls, others still in their original packages. My eyes land on a small bowl of white frosting. Perfect.

I draw back just enough to reach it and feel the instant twitch of my dick.

Someone is not happy with the distance from Lily’s body.

Ignoring it, I raise the bowl to my nose and inhale deeply, confirming the sweet, familiar scent of vanilla.

“What are you doing?” she asks, watching me cautiously. I see the tell-tale swallow, the slight working of her throat. She is turned on.

I smirk. Good. So am I.

Dipping two fingers into the bowl, I scoop out a generous amount. With a slow, deliberate motion, I smear the cool, creamy frosting onto the delicate curve of her neck, just beneath her ear.

A small gasp escapes her. “That’s the only batch I made.”

“Well, let’s not waste it. Besides,” I murmur, leaning in until my lips are inches from her neck, “I bet it will taste even better on you.”

My head dips further, my tongue snaking out, licking the frosting from her skin. “Mm. Sweet. Delicious.” I suck gently on her skin, pulling at her flesh with a soft tug.

Her hands shoot up, raking through my buzz cut, and she drops her head back, offering me better access. My dick is rock hard, and I need my Sunshine now.

My arms slide beneath her legs, one hand cupping her ass, the other supporting her behind her knees, and I lift her effortlessly onto the counter. She lets out a cute yelp, quickly followed by a breathless laugh.

“I remember that day,” I tell her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling.

“Which day?” she whispers, her fingers brushing against the back of my neck.

“The last time we were happy,” I reply.

I hear her swallow a gulp, and I pull back to look at her. “I was hoping you would remember,” she says.

“I remember every single detail of our lives, Lily,” I admit, grabbing one of her legs, lifting it to my side, gliding my hand up and down her covered thigh.

Then her lips are on mine. It starts slow, a tentative exploration. I part my lips, and her tongue slides into my mouth. An electric jolt shoots through me. I grip the back of her head, holding her steady as I devour her mouth, with a fierce, hungry kiss.

She tastes like sugar and vanilla. Everything I want.

My sweet Sunshine.

“Ethan, are you listening to me?” Lily asks, kneading the flour-dusted dough.

After our make-out session, we got back to business. Lily had the entire day planned, so I did not want to ruin it, although my dick did not agree.

“Yes,” I lie.

“Then what did I say?” She glances over her shoulder at me.

I grip the edge of the counter, my gaze sweeping over her, taking in every curve before settling on her face. “Sorry, but you’re a little distracting,” I confess unashamedly.

She smiles and shakes her head. “You’re impossible.”