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“Now what?” she asked, rinsing the bowl in the sink.
“We cut and twist.” He unsheathed a knife and started cutting long lines in the dough. Next, he took two slices of dough and twisted them together. Isa came up beside him, watching his swift movements.
“Wow, you’re really good at this.” She grinned. “I never would’ve pinned you for a cinnamon twist kind of biker.”
He quickly finished the dough in his hands. “My mom loved to bake, and I picked up a thing or two.” He glanced at her. “Just don’t ask me to cook. I’m shit at that. Takeout is my specialty.” He motioned for her to come closer. “Try it out. You’ll catch on real fast.”
Isa moved in front of him, her hair tickling his chin. She smelled better than the cinnamon twists, a rarity for his love of the spice. Her hands moved swiftly, her technique not the best but improved by the next twist.
“This is kind of fun.” She started in on her third one, and he had to commend her. She was brilliant in the kitchen. He brushed her hair off her shoulder. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise. She was brilliant everywhere.
“Told ya you’d catch on.” He tore himself away from her sweet body to preheat the oven and prepare the baking sheets. If he had his way, they’d sneak into the pantry and rattle the shelves in between baking.
Isa beamed at him. “I like learning new stuff. Helps me feel well rounded.” She laughed. “Oddly enough, my mum never liked to bake. She could cook one hell of an Irish stew, though.”
Doc put the first round of twists in the oven. “I’d love to try it sometime.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
He leaned against the oven door and watched her finish putting the twists on her tray. When she reached down to grab another sheet, her hair swung to the left, uncovering her braless state. He swallowed the urge to fuck her right there on the countertop, sweet treats be damned. Instead, he ignored his hard-on and started putting dishes in the dishwasher. Anything to get his brain off the way Isa sent his blood pumping.
“All done.” She set the last tray on the counter beside the oven. “Any particular reason you chose today to make these?”
He turned around and met her teasing gray eyes. “Nope.”
Her brows shot up. “Really?” She walked closer, arms resting on both sides of the sink, trapping him against it. Her eyes slowly drifted up his body until she met his gaze. “You sure it had nothing to do with the brawl yesterday?”
Doc kept his soapy hands at bay. “Maybe.” He shrugged, and Isa pushed her long hair behind her shoulders, giving him an ideal view of her white T-shirt. He couldn’t resist placing his wet hands on her breasts.
Isa’s jaw dropped and she squealed as the water transferred over her shirt. She swatted at his hands, but Doc merely squeezed her breasts, adoring the way they felt against him.
“Happy with yourself?” she finally asked after he’d soaked the entire front of her T-shirt.
Doc lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. “Very.”
When she didn’t immediately kiss him back, he slipped his arms around her neck and tilted her chin up. Gorgeous gray eyes met his, and he lost his breath. He didn’t deserve even a smile from this stunning woman, but she graced him with one anyway.
“Doc?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Her eyes searched his. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Lowering his lips, he fused his mouth to Isa’s within moments. She hopped off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist, lips never leaving his. Doc held her steady, walking them to the pantry. He’d always wanted to screw a girl there and wasn’t about to miss the opportunity.
He flung the door open and shut it again once they were inside. Soft moans left Isa as he kissed down the side of her neck. Her pussy ground against his cock, and he groaned at the clothes between them.
“Won’t someone catch us?”
“I don’t give a shit.” He pushed up her shirt and pulled her nipple between his teeth. She gasped and arched her back. There was no better sensation than to feel his girl come alive beneath his touch.
Her dainty fingers slipped under his shirt, slowly tracing his back. It was pure heaven. She was heaven.
“Have you done this with many nymphs?”
He paused his attentions and pulled away from her breast. “What?”
She bit her bottom lip, eyes darting from him to the canned tomatoes on the shelf. “Fucked in the pantry. Have you done it with a lot of the nymphs?”
