I tipped up her chin, thumbed away her tears, kissed her, and asked a question that would make her smile. “You never told me about the dream.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Was I hot in it? What was I wearing?”
As expected, her lips curved. “You were scorching hot.” She pressed a finger to my chest and made a sizzling sound. Her eyes slid down to my pants. “You were giving me baking lessons in the nude.”
With a laugh, I tried to imagine that. “Oh yeah?”
She palmed the obvious bulge in my pants. “You said he was a skilled mixer that could churn me into a pile of sexy mush.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “It’s cheesy, but it made the dream extra special.”
Another roar of laughter escaped me, echoing in my kitchen. An image popped into my vision, and I couldn’t dismiss it. The oven beeped, signifying the pizza wasfinished. I took it out and set it on the wooden block. I wasn’t in the mood for pizza or rice right now.
I rushed back, stood behind her, and slipped my arms around her, cupping her breasts. “How’s mykneading?” I dropped kisses on her neck.
She leaned back into me, letting me play with her gorgeous breasts.
“At this rate. We’ll never have dinner,” she moaned.
“That’s okay. We’re making up for lost time.” I slipped my hands under her top, rolling her nipples between my fingers. “Dinner can wait. I’ve got baking lessons to give.”
“I can’t wait.” She laughed and lifted her arms for me to remove her knit top.
I’d never had a naked woman in my kitchen until now. “So what else happened in your dream? I’m going to make it a reality.”
She smiled. “You showed me all the ways we could whip up pleasure in the kitchen.”
In seconds, my clothes flew to the floor. She got off the stool so I could strip off the rest of her clothes, and I turned her around to face the kitchen island.
She bent over as I spread her legs and found her wet. “All ready for me, baby?”
She moaned into my hands. “You’re good at this . . .”
“This what?” I asked, shoving a finger into her.
“Baking . . .” She arched her back with her gorgeous ass beckoning me.
Unable to resist, I dropped to my knees and squeezed her firm buttocks. Her liquid heat glistened, and I licked it.
“Austin!”
God, I’d missed her taste.
“Can’t let this juice go to waste.” I feasted on her and earned a magnificent orgasm.
We spent the next hour fucking near the stove and the refrigerator. Then she nudged me against the marble island and got on her knees.
“What’s going on?” I asked, looking down at my love.
“Such an enticing cannolo.” Ava gripped my cock in her grip, stroking seductively.
A laugh bubbled out of me. This was the first time Ava had referred to my cock as a cannolo. Distance had brought us closer, adding humor, amusement, and depth to our relationship.
I loved the look of her all naked on my kitchen floor, pleasuring me with her hand. When she bent down and kissed me, I sucked in a breath, unable to take my eyes away from her. Those luscious lips and tongue sliding down my length while meeting my gaze.
“This is our version of beautiful ‘baking.’” She smirked like a vixen knowing exactly what she was doing.
When she took me into her mouth, I crooned and braced a hand on the kitchen island for stability. My fingers curled into her hair, watching her eat me like a wild woman.
For the next thirty minutes, she redefined the definition of a cannolo. I’d never look at it in the same way, and I vowed to make sure we had “beautiful baking” on our home menu from now on.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
