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Jesus.My thoughts are a mess. So, is my life, apparently. Even through all the order I command, chaos still seems to find me.
Since the accident, order was all I had, and I'd clung to it. Needed it.
Still, chaos is always there. Always underneath the order, lingering, waiting to strike. I already knew she was baking by the scent in the air. But when I round the hall into the kitchen and see my island and then my kitchen table, I stop. I'm in shock.
Trays of cookies line the surface. She's got squares and little cakes. And they're all iced. I don't know how she did this. I don't know how she thinks we can eat this.
“Hey,” she smiles as she chirps. It's cute. She's cute. She's even cuter with the streak of flour on her cheek. Fucking adorable.
I need to call Trevor. My hand is already in my pocket reaching for my phone, when she pulls back from the counter with her little hands on her full hips.
“I think we're going to need to call someone for backup.”
I raise a brow. “Backup? For what?”
She waves a hand at the island, and then the table, exclaiming, “This! There's no way we can eat all this just the two of us. I mean, I'd love to try, but it'll never happen. And I don’t want to waste it.” She nibbles her lip as my hand settles around my phone and I tug it free. “You must have a neighbor who will want some?”
“I've got a friend,” I tell her. “Soon as the storm clears, he'll be here.”
She frowns, her full lips puckering into a pout. “He's alone for the holiday?”
She’s got a big heart.
“No.” I shake my head. “He's got a wife.”
“Oh. She doesn't bake?”
“She does, ordid. She does a phenomenal job when she does it, anyway.”
Her head tips to the side, curiosity and confusion lighting her eyes. “When she does it?”
“They've got four kids under five, so she doesn't have the time. Even when she does have the time, I don't think she has the energy. So, Trevor gets store bought shit, and that’s not the same. He bitches about it. So he'll be happy for this. She will be too.”
“Because she won’t have to listen to him bitch.” She dusts her hands on her leggings, leaving flour prints behind. “Right. Wow, four kids. Okay. Well, I'm happy to help. I'll keep baking.”
I bark a laugh and her eyes bounce to me with delighted surprise. She’s beautiful, I think, but I say, “I don't think even Trevor can eat that much baking, Sunshine.”
Her eyes on me fill with mischief. Fuck, she's hot when she’s got that look in her eyes.
“They have four kids. This isn't going to be a dent in the Christmas baking they’ll consume.”
I round the counter, coming to a stop right in front of her. My voice is deep when I instruct, “Keep baking, then.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
I like her in my kitchen. I like that she feels at home in my kitchen. My eyes sweep her face and land on the flour on her cheek. I grin. It happens before I think about it, and I can’t help but notice the way her eyes fall to my mouth when I do. My gut clenches violently and my voice sounds rough in the space between us.
“You got a little something here,” I say as I lift my hand to her face, swiping away the flour on her cheek.
Her breath hitches at the contact, and my dick feels heavy in my pants as I watch her lips part. Then she shocks the shit out of me as she dips her finger into the bowl of icing, sliding it across her bottom lip. There's a dare flashing in her eyes, heat simmering in the depths as she challenges huskily, “You gonna get that too?”
My dick throbs violently, my desire for this woman so intense, it’s sharp and painful. I don't think I've ever wanted a woman as much as I want her in this moment. Not even as a teen with blue balls after months of making out in the backseat of my car with Lily Montgomery.
I want her like I want air.
I want her like a starving man wants a feast.
One word from her, and I’d devour her.
