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“Good.”
Another gasp slipped from her lips as theyalmostconnected—again. “Sorry. It’s just that…you know, you’re kissing me.”
“Not yet, but I’m trying.”
“I guess I’m nervous.”
“But you want me to kiss you?”
“God yes,” she said. “You have no idea how much.”
“Pretty sure I do.” He rolled his hips forward, put some grind into it to be sure she felt the hard-on she’d caused.
“Oh, that’s, um, significant.”
“And I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
“You mean it gets—”
“Bigger.” He quickly kissed just her bottom lip. “Harder.” He teased her mouth with the beginning of a full kiss before quickly retreating. “Less polite.”
“Sam…” She curled her leg around his hamstring, tilted her hips forward.
Not good enough. He lifted her and turned, deposited her on the countertop and stepped between her thighs. Pressed his bulging zipper where his bare cock would love to be and rocked against her. Jesus, the little moan in his ear. The smell of her skin and hair, tickling his nose. Made him harder than rock and hornier than fuck. And he still hadn’t kissed her. Not fully. Not the way he wanted to.
Another buzzer went off behind the kitchen door.
“Guess that’s our cue to get to work,” he said against her lips, then took one incredibly difficult step backward.
“But, the kiss—”
“Isn’t something I want to rush through because your cake might burn.”
“As long as you don’t forget.”
“Impossible.” He caught her hand as she slid from the counter. Threaded their fingers together and squeezed, grinning when she squeezed back. Natural and easy, yet still loaded with electricity.
“Would you mind turning the deadbolt and flipping the sign on the door to ‘Closed’?”
“You got it. Anything else I can do?”
She walked backward toward the kitchen, her eyes freely traveling up and down his body, a wicked little smile dressing her pretty lips. “I can think of a few things.” Then she bumped the door with her hip and disappeared from sight.
All-fucking-right. He locked up, then followed her through the swinging door. The kitchen was small, not much larger than the front portion of her store, and it was bright and immaculate. White walls and tiled floor, stainless steel everywhere else, yet it didn’t have the sterile feel he’d expected. Probably because of the baker, currently smiling over her shoulder at him as she slid a cake pan onto the counter, alongside two others.
Coming here was definitely the right move.
“You look cute in a hairnet.”
Her light laughter made the kitchen even brighter. “I’m sure. It’s the hot new style for first dates. Makes you want to kiss me even more, I bet.”
Crazy thing was, it did. Because she didn’t give a shit what he might think, didn’t act embarrassed or make excuses. More of that sexy confidence he’d told her he liked. Genuine confidence, the kind that comes with experience and maturity, not bullshit superficiality. Plenty of women were hot and knew it—his little black book could attest to that—but few were truly comfortable with themselves.
“Is the hat okay, or should I put on a hairnet too? I don’t want to contaminate anything.”
She glanced at his hat and smiled. “With or without the hat, I’m sure you’re good without a hairnet.”
That’s what she thought.
