We just got out of the shower, and I’m sitting on the counter in his t-shirt. He likes me wearing his clothes just as much as I love wearing them. His grey sweats hang low on his hips as he steps between my legs and slides his hands up my thighs.
“If there is one thing I take seriously, it’s sweets. I’ll give it to you straight, just like an episode ofMaster Chef,” he grins.
“You watchMaster Chef? I giggle.
“I may have watched a season or two. Chef Ramsay tells it like it is…I like that.”
“You are just full of surprises,” I say, shaking my head in wonder.
“I have a lot more up my sleeve.” He winks at me before bending down and taking the dessert from the fork. His eyes immediately close in bliss as he savors the taste. I watch, fascinated, as he slowly chews before his tongue swipes his bottom lip. I never knew eating chocolate cake could be so sexy.
“Well,” I say, finally finding my voice. His eyes open and pierce me with their warmth.
“Brownies just took second place. That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. Well, second-best thing. You are first,” he grins.
“Seriously, though, it’s amazing Lyla. You have a real talent. Have you ever thought of owning your own bakery? Businesses could still place orders through you, but you could also have a whole line of desserts for people to come in and buy.”
“I think about it all the time.” I take a bite and smile. It came out just the way I imagined. You taste the hint of bourbon mixed with the chocolate. I also added a few spices that give it a bit of a kick.
“Right now, it’s just a dream, but maybe one day.” I scoop another bite for him, and he leans forward to take it. Watching him eat my desserts just became my new favorite thing. I could stare at him all day while he enjoys something I made.
“I believe in you. You’ll have that bakery one day, Lyla, and I’ll be the first in line when you do.”
“I can’t believe you are still single. The girls in this town must be flat-out dumb not to have snatched you up by now. You are gorgeous, kind, loyal…you have a successful career…”
“Go on,” he grins. I playfully swat him, causing him to laugh. He fingers a piece of my hair that has fallen from my bun as his greys hold mine. His laughter dies down as he turns serious. Grabbing my hips under the tee, I feel his fingers splay across my bottom.
“I’m single because I was waiting for the girl who would make me lose a sense of reality every time I looked into her eyes. I was waiting for the girl that made me want to rush home from work just to see her again because I’ve missed her so much during the day.”
His hands roam up my back, and his thumbs brush the sidesof my breasts. “I was waiting for someone who loved wearing my shirts and loved to drink bourbon with me.”
He steps closer, and I place my hand over his heart. The dark ink underneath my palm, swirling down his arms and across his chest, is a constant reminder of how beautiful this man is inside and out.
“I was waiting for a girl who could make the best desserts I’ve ever tasted,” he smiles. “I was waiting for you.”
I wind my arms around his neck and sink my fingers into his hair, resting at his nape. “I used to pray every day for someone to love. Someone I could rely on and care for me on days when I didn’t have the strength to do it myself. I eventually stopped praying when days went into months and months went into years, and I was still all alone. I gave up hope of having my happy ever after.”
He brushes away a tear that I can’t hold back. “Then you came barging into my life, literally,” I smile, remembering him practically knocking me over in the hallway, “and I slowly started to believe again that there is someone out there for me to love and who will love me back. Thank you for waiting for me and saving me from this shell of a person I had become. You’ve given me a reason to wake up with a smile on my face and go to sleep at night unafraid of what might happen next.”
“You are getting your happy ever after, Lyla. I’ll make damn sure you do.” His lips find mine, and I eagerly welcome him in. Bourbon mixed with chocolate hits my tastebuds, and the intoxicating blend of my dessert on his lips has me wrapping my legs around him and wanting to feel more of him.
He lifts me and takes the dessert from the counter. “This is coming with us. I have a very strong need to combine my two favorite tastes.”
Walking across the kitchen, he sets me on the big leather sofa in the living room. I sink into the soft, buttery cushion andwatch him drop to his knees before me. His hands grab the hem of my t-shirt as he lifts it and tosses it to the floor. The leather is cool on my body…a sharp contrast to the inferno beginning to blaze within.
“I know you love to make desserts, but I think it’s about time you become one.” He scoops up some of the bourbon chocolate filling and swirls it over both breasts before leaving a trail to my center. The mixture is still warm from the oven, matching the heat I see in his eyes.
I feel his tongue swirl my nipple before he greedily licks every bit of me clean. My head falls back on the cushion in pleasure as I arch my breasts more to him, offering myself up on a platter to do with as he pleases. His teeth and tongue have me in a frenzy as he sucks and enjoys every last bit of chocolate on me.
I’m panting by the time he licks his way down the path to where I’m aching for him the most. He spreads me wide and puts my feet on the edge of the couch. When his hungry eyes roam my body, I’ve never felt more desired than I do right now. It’s like watching a starving wild animal about to tear into his next meal…and I’m that meal.
My eyes widen in surprise when he scoops up more bourbon filling. He gives me a wicked grin before running it down my inner thigh and across my swollen clit. When he swipes my center, my hips lift on their own as a moan vibrates against my lips. He takes his time sucking my arousal mixed with cake off his finger.
“Tastes fucking amazing, just like I knew it would. You might want to prepare yourself for this. Your pussy covered in chocolate is going to be the most, single-best thing I’ve ever feasted on, and there’s no way in hell I’m not going all in and tasting every last drop.”
I grip the throw pillows at my side as I swallow down the desire building up at his words. The first swipe of his tongue,and I’m a goner. All thoughts become incoherent as he dives in deep. His mouth seems to be everywhere at once, licking and sucking me into a frenzied state.
He slides two fingers in, and a deep moan escapes as I move my hips and take him in further.
