I placed a kiss right above the top of the apron. Her plain black bra was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and it was hotter that it was partially covered by her apron.
I wrapped a hand around her throat. My thumb moved as she swallowed. “What are you tasting?”
“Sugar. Butter.”
I brushed up to stroke the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “And?”
“The way they almost caramelize in the oven, but the rich creaminess of the butter shines through, not to be overpowered by the sugar.”
There she was. My little baking nerd. “What else?”
“The icing almost overpowers it all,” she said, her voice husky. “But the butter would be too rich without it. It’s a nice balance, and why I like this recipe.”
I took another cookie, spreading some icing over it. This time, it didn’t thin as it spread, but I got frosting on my fingers.
I lifted one to her mouth. Her pupils dilated. She licked her lips before swirling her tongue over my fingertip. I’d been battling an erection all night, but I lost the second her tongue touched my flesh. I adjusted my position on the stool. Things were getting damn uncomfortable behind my fly.
Holding the cookie up, I let the challenge in my eyes say everything.
She took another big bite, her teeth sinking through the frosting. She pulled back and that wicked tongue licked out to catch all the crumbs. I’d never watched anything more intensely in my life.
“What do you taste?” I didn’t recognize my voice. Deep and rough.
She held my attention while she chewed. Then she swallowed, the movement of her narrow throat mesmerizing me before her tongue darted out to catch the few small crumbs remaining. “It’s what I feel.”
I didn’t think I could get harder, but goddamn, my vision was crossing from the pain. “Tell me.”
“It’s crunchy. Satisfying. A little rough on my tongue and then it just... melts.”
“I like sweet treats like that.” I offered her the rest of the cookie.
As soon as her lips closed around it, I rose. I reached around her and tugged on the string to the apron. When it fell loose, I lifted it over her head.
“I want to carry you upstairs, but I don’t want to take you to your bedroom, Maddy. I want you in mine.”
“What?” She put her fingers over her mouth and swallowed.
I kissed her, long and slow, before pulling back. “I know how sweet you taste. Now I need to know how you feel.” I trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear. “I want you to melt around me.”
“What happened to over and over and over again?”
“You’ll always be my priority, Madison. Because you deserve to be and because I want you to be. Do you want this? Between us? If you do, I’m going to make it happen.”
She didn’t say yes. But her hair tickled the side of my face as she nodded.
I lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist. The juncture of her thighs cradled my erection. I went for the stairs and crested them like the house would collapse if I didn’t get inside of her soon.
“If you’re trying to show off,” she said, nipping my ear as I turned into my bedroom, “I’m seriously impressed.”
“I haven’t gotten around to showing off just yet.” I set her in the middle of my bed and drank her in. She propped herself on her elbows and looked around while I dragged my shirt over my head.
“You have such good taste. It’s simple and not overdone, like the rest of the house.” Her gaze landed on my chest and her eyes widened.
My pants and underwear came off next and her lips parted. “Like what you see, Mad Maddy?”
“I can’t hear that name without getting turned on.”
Good. No one could hurt her with it again. I took a condom out of my nightstand.
