In my head, I’m silently freaking out. That kiss with Liam lasted maybe three seconds. But I know I’ll be thinking about it forever.
I unlock my car and open the door. I go to hand him the cake, but he shakes his head.
“I can’t eat all this,” I say to him.
He smiles. “Fine. I’ll take the leftovers from the tasting. You take the slice of almond.”
“It’s okay, you can have it all. I ate most of the almond slice during the tasting anyway.”
“Take it, firecracker.” There’s a hint of bossiness in his tone that makes my stomach flip.
I bite back a smile. “So generous.”
He winks at me. “Always.”
I climb into my car and shut the door. Liam walks backwards in the direction of his car, his gaze still on me. When he finally turns around and heads off to his car, I turn on the engine and drive off, my head still spinning from that kiss.
When I pull into the garage and walk into the house, I let out a breath. My entire body still feels like it’s on fire. That ache inside of me isn’t going anywhere.
I walk into my auntie’s room, even though I know she’s not here. It’s the weekend, which means she’s staying with my parents in Crieve Hall, a suburb of Nashville. She insists on staying with other family members every other weekend so I can have some time to myself.
I always tell her she doesn’t need to do that, but today, I’m grateful for the privacy.
I glance at her empty room, then head upstairs to my bedroom. I shut the door and hop on the bed. I open the drawer of my nightstand and grab my favorite vibrator.
I pull up the skirt of my sundress and press the vibrator to my pussy. I haven’t even turned it on and already I’m throbbing.
I flip it to the low setting, close my eyes, and let my imagination run wild.
I imagine that kiss with Liam, but instead of it happening in the bakery, we’re in my bedroom and he’s lying on top of me.
His arms cage me. His body is a wall of muscle hovering over me. He’s kissing me in that sweet, teasing rhythm, his lips gently parting mine.
It’s the hottest contrast, the raw masculinity of his body and the soft, gentle way he kisses.
When I tug my hand through his hair, he lets out a low, gravelly moan.
“Damn, firecracker. I like it when you get a little rough.”
My clit pulses at the thought of him saying those words, of using that nickname I hate so much in a way that drives me wild.
It’s not long before our kiss turns filthy and desperate.
He kisses down the side of my neck. He asks me how I like to be kissed, how I like to be touched. He does exactly what I want. After a minute, he turns his attention to my breasts.
I moan and flip my vibration to a higher speed. The pressure in my body winds tighter and tighter. My clit is throbbing, aching for more.
I picture Liam kissing down my stomach. When he gets to my pussy, he pauses and gazes up at me. And then he gives me that cocky half-smile. The one that makes me absolutely crazy.
He dips a finger in my wetness. “All this for me?”
And then he puts his mouth on my pussy and my breathing turns ragged. I moan. I whine. I yell. He works me with his mouth and tongue and fingers. He teases and sucks. He bringsme to the edge, then backs off, then again and again until I’m on the cusp of losing my mind.
In my fantasy, Liam is as generous as he promised he’d be.
My filthy thoughts push me right to the edge of orgasm. I can feel it, hovering over the horizon. My entire body coils tight, trembling for release. I flip my vibrator to the highest speed. A second later, I break.
My body thrashes against the bed as the waves of my orgasm crash through me. I shout so loud, my throat aches.
