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“I could use something a little sweet,” he murmured.
He peered over her shoulder and considered the large assortment of pastries her mom always kept topped off with fresh something or other for her customers.
“Would love something. Surprise me, sweetheart. Or maybe, yeah. Give me that cherry popper. Second-row middle. I’ve had a change of mind.”
With her back turned, she smiled grabbing the sweet dessert. “Interesting choice.”
He moved around the counter and now stood so close she could feel the heat rolling off his massive body.
And then he was touching her.
“Oh,” she gasped softly, sounding surprised when his arm came around her and he rested his hand over her midriff. An electric shock pulsated through her and he sensed it too. His grip tightened and the hard press of his shaft against her ass threw her right back here five years ago when he’d bent her over a tablefull of flowers and claimed her virginity. Then made her mind explode with multiple orgasms.
He pressed his lips to her neck. “The last time I had one of these it was spread out over your entire body.”
She sighed long and hard. “I remember. You couldn’t get enough of my cherry flavored nipples. She turned in his arms. “Wait. You mean you’ve been in town for how long now and haven’t bought a single one? I don’t believe you,” she teased.
“It’s a fact. Nothing has compared since my last one, so why bother.” There was no hesitance in his words.
She relaxed into his hold, smiling. “And now? Still as sweet as you remember?”
Staring into her eyes, he peeled back the wrapper and took a bite, the cherry cream spilling out to coat his lips.
“I fear I was right. Downright disappointing.” And he sounded it too. He worked his mouth and swallowed the bite of pastry.
Before she could stop herself, she brushed aside his hand holding the treat, rose to her toes, and licked off the sweet, red juices with a throaty groan. What was wrong with her? This was her chance to give him a piece of her mind, not a taste of her lips.
She went back for a couple of drops she missed. “Does that make it better?”
Delicately she rested her palms on his broad chest, peering up at him.
He tossed the food on the counter and had her in his arms, his lips against hers as an answer. Pushed up against the counter behind her and him taking up all the space in front of her,she was trapped. He parted her lips with his tongue and she followed, falling into the taste of him all over again as though no time had passed between kisses.
He ran his hand up the curve of her thigh, over the dip of her waist and under her shirt. One flick and he released the snaps of her bra and fell to his knees.
From that position, he kissed his way up her stomach and slowly peeled back her T-shirt until he had a hard, peaked tip of her breast pulled between his hot lips.
“Whiskey,” she groaned, pulling him closer by burying her hands into his hair.
It felt like her pounding heart was going to explode.
He swirled his tongue over one peak and then moved to the next, pushing her bra to the side. For once she wished she had opted to wear a skirt instead of her damn shorts.
He pushed to his feet hauling her up against his body. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. Feel what you do to me.”
She does as he commanded and instantly felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressed into the seam of her thighs. She throws her head back, his strong hands holding her safely, and groans.
“Whiskey we can’t do this,” she panted, secretly hoping he did it anyway. Just like old times.
She broke their kiss, panting. Brakes. Someone needed to hit the brakes. Sex was good, sex in the middle of her parent flower shop when anyone could walk in wasn’t so good. “Did you come here to kiss me out of my panties or did you seriously needflowers? You know, that’s not necessary. The flowers part.” She laughed softly. “The kissing, that was totally needed.”
His smile flatlined.
What? What did she say?
His expressions shifted from aroused to what looked like pissed. He turned and pinned her against the back wall out of sight from the front door. “I’d rather get back to the kissing if you don’t mind? We can talk about everything else later.” He rocked his hips causing his cock to rub against her unfortunately clothed pussy. He found the edge of her shorts, pulled the material to the side and eased in a finger.
She shivered when his finger stroked over her wet, pouty lips and dipped in to find her throbbing clit. “Whiskey, God, yes!” She wrapped tighter around him until her tender nipples brushed against his hard chest just as he slipped a finger into her drenched channel and then a second, pushing and pulling until he hooked them over her g-spot.
