My mouth falls open in shock at his brazen words.
“Darlins’, can I ask you for a favor?”
We both whip our heads to Barbara.
“Sure,” Liam says, his tone and expression cool as a cucumber.
“Could I take a photo of y’all for our social media accounts?”
“Yeah, of course.”
She thanks us and grabs her phone out of her pocket. She holds it up, then lowers her hand. “Actually, you know what would be so dang cute? If y’all kissed for the photo.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Um…”
“It’s just that you two are such a beautiful couple,” Barbara says. “We want more couples ordering cakes for their wedding and rehearsal dinner, just like y’all are.”
Liam looks down at the floor, chuckling.
“I’ll throw in a free piece of your favorite cake flavor to sweeten the offer.”
Liam looks at me and shrugs. “Your call, firecracker.”
Maybe it’s because we just had an off-the-rails conversation about how good Liam is in bed, and I’m already in a wild mood. Maybe I’m giddy from all the sugar.
Whatever the reason, I’m actually up for this.
“Okay. Let’s do it,” I say.
Before I can even move closer to Liam, he bends down and grips the leg of my chair, then pulls me closer to him.
I stare at him, wowed by that surprisingly smooth move.
“You two ready?” Barbara asks.
I’m so close to Liam that I can see gold flecks in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. His gaze is a wild blue bonfire. It’s doing weird things to my heart and stomach.
He holds my gaze. “I’m ready. How about you, firecracker?”
My heart is pounding in my chest, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. Our noses are almost touching, and I can feel his breath sheet across my mouth, we’re so close. I nod.
A second later, he presses his lips to mine. I let out a gentle moan at how good he feels. How the hell can his lips feel so soft and firm at the same time?
He hums against my mouth. And then I feel the wet slash of his tongue along the seam of my mouth. He’s so sweet and so gentle as he parts my mouth open. Like he’s savoring me.
Woah.
My clit pulses as I wonder if that’s how he’d kiss me between my legs…
“Perfect!”
Barbara’s cheery southern drawl jolts us apart. We lean back in our chairs. I touch my fingers to my mouth, feeling dizzy. I glance over at Liam, who looks as calm and cool as ever, except for the red flush painting his cheeks and neck.
“Thank y’all so much for that. Here, let me pack up that cake I promised y’all.”
Liam and I don’t say a word as Barbara wraps up the cake along with our leftovers. I tell her that we’d like the almond vanilla cake for the rehearsal dinner. When she completes our order, we leave with the cake leftovers.
As we walk out of the bakery and into the parking lot, my legs feel wobbly. I concentrate on not collapsing as I walk to my car. It’s a struggle, but I manage.
