“Then pack them away in the back of your closet,” he says, his breath mingling with mine.
“Baker?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to kiss me or not?” I ask, as heat pools between my thighs. My heart beats for him, for the anticipation, and the rest of my body craves his lips on mine, his calloused hands tracing over my body.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, before his lips press against mine. He slides his large, calloused hand behind my neck and positions me where he wants me, as his tongue traces my lips. My body is on fire for him, but now is not the time for this. We have guests coming over soon.
Pulling out of the kiss, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him, burying my face into his chest. His arms band around me in a tight embrace, and we stand here for I don’t know how long just holding one another. This moment with him feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Those brownies are not going to make themselves,” I tell him, easing back.
“I’ll help,” he says, kissing my lips one more time, just a quick peck before opening the back car door and grabbing the groceries.
I can’t keep the smile from pulling at my lips. I want more of his kisses, more of him, but that’s going to have to wait. “Is Cam sleeping?”
“Yeah. He conked out on the way home. He didn’t even stir when I put him in his bed.”
“He was so good today.”
“Good. Thank you for bringing him. Knowing that the two of you were there, it was highly motivating.”
“I’ve seen you play tons of times,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but that was before you were mine.”
Can he hear how he makes my heart race? “Is that what I am? Yours?”
“Damn right.” He kisses me again, another quick peck to my lips, before swatting my ass. “Go change, I’ll get started on the brownies.”
“I’m not changing. That’s just extra laundry.”
“Not if we toss that”—he points to Knox’s jersey—“in the trash.”
“Come on, you.” I grab his hand and lead him to the door. Stopping to hit the garage door button, I lead us both into the house. Quickly, I wash my hands and start the double batch of brownies. As soon as I slide them into the oven and set the timer, I feel hands on my hips. Turning in his arms, I smile up at him, and then I’m in the air. He lifts me and places me on the counter. “What are you doing?” I ask, swooning over his strength and the way he’s moving me where he wants me.
“Kissing my girl,” he says, causing a million butterflies to take flight inside my belly.
The kiss starts gently, his lips meeting mine with a careful touch as we learn one another. He pauses, just long enough to move between my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him as the kiss deepens in both intensity and intention.
Our mouths move slowly, our motions syncing into a rhythm that feels natural and practiced. Time slows around us, where only he and I exist, as we savor one another.
His palms rest softly against my cheeks, and my hands grip his shirt, tethering him to me. It’s a kiss that says I’m here without words, one that lingers not just on the lips, but in memory long after it ends. It’s a kiss that says that we’re in this together, no matter where it might lead.
A loud knock has Baker pulling out of the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. “They’re here,” he says huskily.
“You should let them in.”
“They’ll let themselves in,” he says.
I push at his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. “They’ll see us,” I tell him.
“I’m not hiding you, Sloane. You’re not a secret.”
“But this is so new,” I say, my heart beating double time.
“It’s new, but it’s not. We’ve been dancing around this for a while now. If you really don’t want them to know, I’ll back away. In fact, I’ll tell them plans have changed, and they can get lost because there’s no way that I’m going to sit here all night and not have my hands on you.”
