Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
The ceiling was a clear, sealed pine, and the walls were simply white.
The countertops that lined the back counters of the kitchen were white quartz with gray accents.
The floor was a rustic dark wood that felt like it was tile, and…
“Hey,” Auden said.
I gasped, surprised to find him sitting at the island counter munching on my cheese Danish.
“I was coming out here to eat that,” I admitted softly.
I felt his eyes travel up the length of my body, stopping to take in my bare legs.
That’s when I remembered that I was in his t-shirt and nothing else.
“I’ll share,” he said huskily.
He broke the Danish in half, then offered me the piece he’d eaten off of.
I snickered and reached for it, our fingers brushing. I brought the small bit to my lips and ate it whole.
When I was done, I licked my fingers clean of the gooey cream cheese and icing. When I looked back at him it was to see his eyes heated and him readjusting his seat.
I bit my lip, and his eyes zeroed in on my mouth.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, him or me, but in between my licking my fingers clean and pulling my fingers from between my lips, we were pressed against each other.
He twisted us, picking me up easily, and depositing my ass on the counter.
I squeaked at the feel of the cool counter underneath my bare ass, and squirmed.
But that discomfort was overshadowed with how he moved in and caught my mouth with his again.
“Sweet,” he said, pulling back to lick my lips. “You taste like my favorite thing in the world.”
I knew that the Danish was his favorite. That was why I always secretly held one back for him in case he showed up at my bakery for a snack.
It was also why I kept making the Danish itself when I rotated literally every other thing in my bakery, including the chocolate chip cookies which were everyone’s favorite.
“I only make them for you,” I admitted when he paused in kissing me to allow us to breathe.
His eyes gleamed in the low light, and I couldn’t stop myself from returning the favor, licking his lips clean like he’d done mine.
His were sweet, too.
The move caused his hands to grip my hips tight, fingers digging into the ample flesh.
“Do you think this is too fast?” he rasped, his gaze on my mouth.
I moved forward, allowing our groins to brush.
“I think it hasn’t been fast enough,” I admitted, then gripped his t-shirt and pulled him in even tighter.
He came willingly, then used his grip on my hips to press us together so fully that there was no doubt he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Between one breath and the next, my t-shirt was gone from my body, and he was pushing me backward on the counter.
“This is the other thing I’ve been dying to do,” he admitted as he pulled my ass to the edge and bent down.
I gasped, my legs lifting on their own volition, to clamp down on his head that was now fully between my thighs.
The first brush of his tongue against my clit had my back bowing off the counter.
The second had my fingers digging into his hair and tugging.
He chuckled against my clit, and that was the last rational thought I had as I urged him on, pushing my pussy against his mouth in invitation.
His fingers left my hips, one going south while the other went north.
The fingers of his left hand entered me while the fingers of his right caught one of my nipples and twisted.
I cried out at the sensation.
His mouth on my clit, two fingers deep inside my pussy, and his fingers pinching my nipple had my head whirling.
I didn’t know what to concentrate on.
And maybe that was his entire intention, to disorient me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped in the most ladylike fashion.
My thighs had to be smothering him, but I couldn’t stop the squeezing. Couldn’t stop anything, really.
Especially not the orgasm that was barreling down on me.
I gasped, my toes curling, and then he curled his fingers.
That, apparently, was all that I needed to come.
I came, too.
As in, gushed.
I’d never, not in my life, felt the sensation before, but when he pulled back, his mouth and throat wet, my cheeks flamed.
Had I just…
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he growled, his eyes strangely intense. “Fuck me.”
I went to reply, ready to apologize for practically soaking his face, but he was on me in the next breath.
I was flipped, my legs were now hanging, my toes barely brushing the ground, and he was filling me up so full that the embarrassment fled.
He felt… divine.
Like he was meant to be exactly where he was at.
His cock moved, slamming into me with such force that it should’ve hurt.
It didn’t hurt. It felt perfect.