He lifts me—effortlessly—until I’m sitting on the countertop. My legs part without thought, his hips slotting perfectly between mine, heat meeting heat through too many layers of clothes.
“This changes everything, Em. I need you to know that.”
“I know.”
“There’s no going back.”
This time, it’s me cupping his face, reassuring him that I’m ready for whatever happens next. Whatever Ihopehappens next. “I don’t want to go back, Hayes. I want to move forward. With you.”
“It’s about time,” he chuckles.
“You have zero room to talk,” I reply, poking his chest.
He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. “What can I say? I’m stubborn by nature.”
“It’s getting a little hot in here. Don’t you think?” I smirk.
Hayes grips the bottom of my sweater. “Better get this off you then.” He lifts it over my head and chucks it into the living room. He brushes a kiss over my collarbone then across my chest. His hands caress my ample cleavage before he tugs down the cups of my bra and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh damn,” I hiss and arch my back.
He moves to the other side, making sure to give both my breasts ample attention.
I squeal his name as he licks down my stomach, stopping at the top of my jeans.
“I think it’s time I finally taste your cookie. What do you say, Em?”
I want to giggle atcookie,but the laughter dies on my lips when he playfully bites my stomach and pops the button on my pants.
Arms braced behind me on the counter, I lift my hips and let Hayes shimmy the denim down my legs. He pauses long enoughto slip my favorite fuzzy boots off my feet, then my jeans are on the floor, and Hayes is kneeling between my legs.
“You smell so fucking sweet, Em.” He kisses along the insides of my thighs before pushing them further apart. “That’s it, spread your legs for me, baby.”
Hayes tugs my panties to the side, and licks my slit.
My hands tangle in his hair, holding him against me while I shamelessly grind against his face.
“Jesus, Hayes. Who knew you were so talented?”
His chuckle vibrates against my sensitive skin, then he’s right back to making me see stars.
He slips two fingers inside me, curling upward as he moves them in and out. Then he sucks my clit, making me shudder.
Hayes lifts his eyes and looks up at me. “Come for me, Em. Come all over my face, baby.”
It doesn’t take much more of his tongue and fingers combined before I’m doing just that.
“Holy shit! Yessssssss.”
He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied that he’s drawn out every ounce of pleasure I can give.
When Hayes stands, it’s with a satisfied smirk, the glistening evidence of my release on his face, and what looks like a very painful hard-on begging to be set free.
“I was right, you know,” he says, licking his lips.
“Hmm?”
“Earlier, when I said those cookies were delicious like you. I was right.”
