A sly grin crawled across her face, and I felt danger lurking, but welcomed it happily if it meant that distance was going to close right now.
"You're staring,” I said, my eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t you have baking to do? Or are you going to continue to objectify my shirtless body?”
Lucy placed the bowl down on the counter, fingers skimming along the surface as she inched closer.
“Don’t be secretive.” I raised my eyebrows mockingly. “Use your words, and tell me what you want.”
She held her mouth in an ‘O’ shape before speaking. “I’m not sure what I want, Sam.”
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement. “Fair, but I am not talking about the future. What do you want right now?” I winked at Lu before setting my coffee cup in the sink and taking my place behind her, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. “I missed you.”
She turned to face me, and I could see the hesitation. She’d had so many ‘what ifs’ and long nights. The unanswered letters, the hurt she must have felt. Looking at her now had a realization ping ponging around my body. Excluding her from my life had been a mistake. Especially when it should have been us all along.
I’d joined because I’d given up. I’d been the perfect person on the outside and a piece of shit on the inside. The adrenaline I chased back then would have ruined her future, but I knew better now. Leaving with her hating me was better than her seeing me off. If I’d seen her one last time, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. Lucy was both a strength and a weakness that I’d carried. The weight of my choices had sat right in my wallet through everything but basic.
LUCY
The air shifted as I watched him carefully. It seemed as though he were having a conversation with himself inside his head. It was concerning, yet awe-inducing. It was time to quiet those voices for him, instead of becoming part of the constant nagging.
My body felt insanely hot, and I chalked it up to the ovenpreheating behind me. Maybe it was the fact that the amount of heat radiating between us was suddenly scorching. Needy. He rubbed at his temple, eyes closed, and I placed a palm against the side of his face.
“Sam,” I breathed. “Touch me.”
He stilled, breaths coming out in soft whisps, fingers twitching against my waist.
“You have been pining for me since we clashed again, and now you won’t move. Don’t tell me you are all bark and no bite.”
He ran a calloused finger along my pulse point before dipping his head into the crook of my neck. I gasped as he took the skin between his teeth and sucked, teeth grazing against the same area. He was protective as he held me in his grip, possessive as I trailed marks down and across my collarbone. The longing for more was explosive as I moaned.
His proximity caused my heart to palpitate in my chest, something I’d been waiting for.
“I want to drop to my knees to worship you, Lucy.”
I yelped as he flipped me quickly, my back flush against his torso, and rubbed his palm along my nipple. It hardened and pebbled out against my oversized T-shirt as one hand skimmed across my breast. I moaned against it and heard the sound of rustling fabric as he worked himself out of the sweats, all while a very bratty idea formed in my brain.
“Or I could put you on all fours like a good pet, because I will do anything to have that tight, wet cunt pulsing around my cock again.”
Slowly, his hand moved across my shoulder and down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. In my peripheral vision, I could see Sam reaching for the bowl of cake batter. He tipped it over my right shoulder, causing chocolate to create an intricate path as it ran down my body. Heat pooled between my legs at the thought of his mouth running along every dip andcrevice coated in the substance. I licked my lip, the taste of devil’s food cake lighting up my taste buds. He wanted to get messy, and I was here for it.
He wants to play. We can play.
Sam wanted to be on his knees? Fine. His stubble tickled my cheek, fingers dragged through the chocolate that sat on the curve of my spine. An exquisite sound came from behind me as he licked it clean, and once again I took charge, turning to face him.
Grabbing the tags that swung from his neck, I pulled him close, my lips ghosting over his in a light chuckle. “Now you can kneel and lick me clean like the dog you are.”
My eyes met his in a fierce glare, and he belted out a laugh that traveled from his chest to mine.
“Do I bark before or after?” He smirked.
Our eyes remained locked as he knelt, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly, and I extended my leg toward him.
“Take off my panties, use your teeth. Then, lick the chocolate from my ankle to my thigh.”
My body flushed with heat as I watched Sam’s head disappear under my top. A groan of satisfaction left him as he worked my panties to the ground. Each time his tongue ran across my skin, my body jolted in pleasure. I had to grip tightly onto the counter to keep my balance. It was erotic, and I wanted more. Sam was the artist, and I was the canvas, helpless as he painted me with pleasure. My stomach stirred, the same feeling washing over me as it did the first time he caressed my body.
I slid down the counter, and he never broke contact, continuing his assault as I palmed my breast, just as he’d done moments ago.
“Sam,” I moaned out.
