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“You. You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
I suck in a sharp breath at that, my heart racing a little faster. His words cause flutters in my stomach. We’re in the back of the café, and Irene or Andrea could walk in on us at any moment. I change the subject to something safer. A topic that won’t get my panties wet and have me craving a kiss from those delicious lips of his.
“Do you want me to make you a breakfast sandwich?” I ask.
“No but let me help you finish these. I know you guys must be behind this morning with the shit show outside.”
He isn’t wrong about that. We’re open, but I’m back here longer than normal, trying to catch up and also begin prep for the lunch crowd. As I turn to look out the open breezeway to the front counter, I notice our typical crowd is barely a few people. The media circus outside seems to have deterred our normal folks from coming in.
“Wash your hands, and here are some gloves. You can fill the puff pastries for me.”
He only nods, making quick work of getting his hands clean and gloved. He stands right next to me, his elbow grazing my arm. Shivers run up my back from the contact.
“Where was your favorite place to live as a kid?”
His question throws me off guard, but it takes me no time at all to answer. “Here.”
Something about this little town has always called out to me. When I was finally able to live on my own, I came straight here, and I haven’t regretted that decision for a minute. I wanted a quiet life, one where I could make friends and keep them. One where I knew what each season felt like. A place I could call my own and decorate it with whatever the hell I wanted without worrying about whether it would fit in a suitcase or not.
“At first, I didn’t understand why Andrea wanted to stay here. It’s just a small town. There’s nothing really going on or much to do but…” He looks over at me, catching my eyes. “I certainly see the appeal now.”
My face and chest heat at the look he gives me. It makes me think I might have a little something to do with why he’s starting to like Fraser more and more.
We spend the rest of the morning working side by side, surprising both of us at how well we got along. Andrea even mentioned it when she came back to check on us. I just hope she doesn’t figure out something is going on between us until I can figure out what the hell it is and what I want to do about it.
I sit on my sofa, stuffing my face full of Cheetos. Yeah, it’s been that kind of day. The café never really picked up for the rest of the day. The media circus never let up, either. They stood outside taking countless photos of… nothing.
Andrea tried to stay optimistic while painting a smile across her face, but we could see how much it affected her. How much it hurt. I sigh, frustrated at the whole situation but unsure how to help fix it.
My head jerks up when there’s a knock at the door. I flip my phone over to check the time. It’s seven o’clock, and I’m not expecting anyone. I furrow my brows when there’s another knock. I stand and make my way over to the door. I raise up on my tiptoes to look out the peep hole.
I’m surprised to find Andrew standing there. I look down at my pajamas then back up through the peep hole. Oh, well. He’s the one showing up here unannounced. He’ll just have to make do with my PJ set.
I unlock the door and swing it halfway open, leaning my hip against it and crossing my arms over my chest. “Paying a surprise visit, Shaw?”
He smirks and takes a step closer. He rakes his eyes up and down my body slowly. His gaze skates across every inch of my body as he takes another step closer until he stands mere inches away. He places his hands on the door frame on either side. Then he licks his lips as he reaches my face. Damn, it’s the hottest way a man has ever checked me out. His eyes are fucking smoldering.
“I would ask what you are doing here, but I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.” My panties are instantly wet. This man may infuriate me beyond belief sometimes, but other times? I feel like I could combust from the fire he sets in my body. It hums for him.
His arms are still propped above me when he leans in even further. His mouth grazes my ear. “I could fuck you right here, right now. Would you like that, Reed? For everyone to see how fucking well your pussy takes my cock?”
My nipples pebble, and my core clenches around an empty space that I desperately want him to fill. I reach up to run my finger along his strong, bearded jaw. It glides up and over his lips, caressing them at a teasingly slow pace. If he wants me dripping wet and ready for him in my doorway, then I plan to have him hard as a rock and begging for release, just like me.
I go up on my tiptoes, barely able to reach the top of his shoulders. “I was just about to bring out my favorite toy to play,” I whisper. “Would you like to join us?”
As he turns his head more directly toward me, I push my finger into his mouth, commanding him with my eyes to suck. He doesn’t hesitate as he locks onto my finger and sucks deeply. After walking me backward into my apartment, he kicks the door shut behind him with his boot. He releases me with an audible pop.
His lips are on mine in the next breath, and I climb the front of him like a monkey. I cling to anything I can find purchase on. He grabs me under my ass and lifts me up. We kiss each other like we’re starving. Like he has my last fucking breath, and I can’t wait to take it.
His hard member pushes up against my barely covered pussy, anxious and impatient. I moan at the contact. I missed this. This connection I’ve only ever felt with him. I fist his hair and use my grip to angle his head up slightly so I can run my tongue down his throat and pepper his skin with kisses.
He groans as he turns, placing my back against the wall. As he steps into me, his chest crushes mine in the most exhilarating way. I feel his heart racing and each rise and fall of his chest with every already-labored breath. He cradles the back of my head with one hand, encouraging me to deepen the kiss. His other hand is still firmly planted on my ass.
I feel like I could plummet over the edge, right here, right now, from this alone. I push at his chest, trying to get him to lean back. He releases me from the kiss, pulling back with a questioning glint.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I want to use that toy I mentioned.” I don’t want to stop. I just don’t want to have my first orgasm tonight with my pants still on.
