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“The way I ended things, it wasn’t right. You were being honest with me, and I was coldhearted about it.”
“It’s fine. I mean, I get it,” Heather said. “So should I get those—”
“I’m leaving to go out of town for a few weeks,” I blurted out.
“Oh. Well, safe travels.”
Fuck, I was making a mess of this.
“I don’t want to leave things like this between us.”
I took a step toward the counter, and she eyed me carefully.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Just some important family stuff has come up.”
I felt scatterbrained. Distracted. Out of control. And she looked so adorable with her apron and that dusting of flour against her nose.
I watched her cheeks flush with that beautiful pink color, and I took a chance. I stepped through the swinging barrier and headed for her, watching her for any sort of disapproval.
She looked confused but didn’t back away.
“Heather.”
Our bodies were close. Her head craned back to keep my eyes in view. I lifted my thumb and slid it down the bridge of her nose, dusting that flour off the tip. My fingertips slid across her skin, shaking as I watched her flush underneath my touch. I cradled her cheek in the palm of my hand, and she nuzzled into my touch.
Shit. I was teetering on an edge I’d never come back from.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I understand,” Heather said. “Don’t worry. I do get it. I’m not upset.”
“I should never have—”
I felt her rise onto her tiptoes as her hands planted against my chest. Soft. Sweet. With a delicate touch and a hesitant curiosity. Her lips came closer to mine. Her eyes focused on my gaze. My arm slid around her waist, and I pulled her close to me, closing the distance between our hips. My cock jumped to life at the hint of her heat warming my thighs. My nose brushed against hers as our lips grew closer. Closer. Sinfully closer.
“I don’t want to leave things the way they are,” I said. “I can’t.”
“Then don’t,” she said with a whisper.
Our lips connected, and fireworks burst in my brain. I walked her backward, charging until her back knocked against the metal baking table in her kitchen. Her hands rushed to my hair, slid through my locks as my hands gripped her hips. Our tongues collided. White-hot fire rushed through my veins. I lapped at the roof of her mouth, groaning when she whimpered into me. I grabbed her hips and hoisted her up, sitting her on the edge of her table.
Her fingers made quick work of my shirt. Unbuttoning the buttons with the dexterity I’d expect of a baker. She slid it off my shoulders as I worked off her apron, and soon our clothes were hitting the floor. Her body was even more incredible underneath her clothes. Her skin was soft and her curves were perfect places for me to rest my hands.
And oh, how she moaned for me.
I climbed up onto her table as my cock throbbed against her thigh. I nibbled her neck and kissed down her tits, reaching for the icing in my periphery. I slid my fingertip into it and traced icing designs all along her body. I circled her nipples with it and dipped some into her belly button. I coated her thighs and slid some along her sweet pussy lips. She squirmed underneath me. She gripped my hair. She shook with every stroke my fingers took against her body, so responsive to my touch.
Finally, I’d get to feel her. Finally, I’d get to taste her.
“Don’t stop,” she said with a whisper, the sweetest little phrase to fall from her pouty lips.
I rose up and dipped my finger into the icing one last time. I held it up to her lips and watched her suck my fingers back. My cock jumped. My veins pulsed. My mind swirled with all the fantasies I wanted to fulfill with her body. She slid her lips along my fingers, licking the icing off them with her warm tongue.
I crashed my lips against hers and fisted her hair before I followed the trail of sweetness I left behind.
My knees were coated in flour. It sprayed everywhere as she arched and dipped and swayed. I puckered my lips around her tits, licking the icing off them and watching her jump at the feel of my tongue. She moaned. Groaned. Begged for more as I slid my tongue down her body. I dipped it into her belly button and watched her smile. Her giggle fell against my ears as I continued. I traced the lines of her waist. Bit into the excess of her hips. Devoured the beauty of her thighs as the icing melted in my mouth.
