I laugh. “But I’m a bad girl. Does that mean none for me?”
“Bad girls get all of it.”
I shake my head. Never in a million years would I have imaged I’d be trading sexy banter with Jonas. I manage to add the ingredients without mishap and then help him add the mixture to the pans.
“Now what?”
“Now we wait while they cook.” He whips off our aprons and tosses them onto the counter. “And we enjoy a little foreplay until they’re done.”
“Foreplay…if I blink, will I miss it?”
He tips his head back and laughs, then settles his hands on my hips. His hands are warm, and firm, holding me in place. My breasts grow heavy, aching to be touched and my nipples peak. I swallow, unable to look away from him.
“I’ll take it slow and make sure you don’t miss out on anything.” He pulls me close until our bodies brush. “Your curves are so inviting.” His grip tightens.
“They’re friendly like that.”
He smiles as he slowly lowers his head. I can’t breathe. No, I’m afraid to breathe. Afraid I’ll break this spell between us.
His tongue traces the edges of his lips. “After I’ve eaten my fill of you, I’m going to run my tongue over my lips like this and lick off every drop of your sweetness.”
Saying “Okay thank you, please do that” seems a little awkward so I only nod.
He smiles again like he knows how his words affect me. Then he closes the space between our lips.
He tastes like I’m on a reckless journey I’ve waited for years to take.
His lips are soft, gentle like he’s brushing nectar from a flower petal and doesn’t want to hurt it. Then he deepens the pressure and kisses me like how I’ve always imagined he would be. Wild. Full of the promise to make me beg and scream.
He kisses me like he’s claiming ownership. Like he’s trying to unravel me.
We were the quiet before the storm and now we’re the raging, pouring rain as the sky of everything we’ve held back opens up. Every prior encounter, every past and present need fuses us together like we’re melting into each other.
Jonas drinks me in and I cling to him, clutching his T-shirt.
I don’t know who moaned. If it was me or him. I don’t know who pulled away first.
We break apart with the scent of vanilla in the air.
I’m afraid of the honesty hammering in my brain. The honesty telling me that this cowboy is capable of taking more than my body.
Chapter 5
Jonas
After I kissed Melody and she rushed from the kitchen, I burned my fingertips grabbing one of the cupcake pans without an oven mitt.
I don’t know what the hell is going on. I wanted to run away, too. It was supposed to be the kind of kiss between two people who have a mutual physical attraction.
But I’d read something in her eyes that had spooked the fuck out of me.
I always thought Melody was tough and didn’t need anyone, especially me. But after I kissed her, I saw in her eyes that she’s only acting tough.
Please-don’t-hurt-me was written all over her face. And clarity had smacked me between the eyes like a swish from my horse’s tail.
Her standoffish ways with me are because her trust in someone has been broken. And now I’m feeling guilty.
I didn’t recognize she bluntly asked me about sex to save herself from expectations that lead to disappointment.
