The bunk. Of course. That makes perfect sense, but I shake my head. “Too far. Can’t wait. Been wanting you for too long.”
She laughs, a flirty kind. “All day? Or since the romance fair?”
I back her up to the makeup table. “Try since I met you, Mabel. Since I met you.”
She blinks. “Really?”
“Yes,” I say, relieved to get that off my chest.
She scoots up on the table, looping her arms around my neck, and now it’s her turn to undo my apron strings. “That’s a long time.”
“You’re telling me.”
Her smile ignites. “You really have?”
I nod, breathe out hard. “When I didn’t see you all the time, I just lived with it. It was there in the background. Now I see you, and it’s like a life force.” I shouldn’t admit this. I know I shouldn’t. But here she is, tossing my apron to the floor, tugging at my shirt, jerking it over my head, and then running her fingers down my abs to the scar where my appendix was.
“I love all your scars,” she says in a reverent voice. My head swims with lust. And I’m tossing her apron to the floor with mine.
My fingers tease at the hem of her dress, ready to yank it off too. But she sets a hand on my chest. “What about protection?”
My lips quirk up. It’s hard to say this without seeming like sex has been premeditated. “I have one.”
I brace myself for…attitude. She might think that me carrying is presumptuous.
Her eyes sparkle though. “You have a condom because you planned to fuck me tonight?”
I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment, then admit the truth. “I’ve had it since the day in the trailer. I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”
I open my eyes, and the wicked delight has not left her face.
“You have a lot of restraint,” she says, grabbing at my jeans, unbuttoning them but not taking them off me yet.
“I don’t know about that. Doesn’t feel like I’ve been restrained at all around you.”
“And you’re not going to be restrained tonight,” she says, and then she strips off her dress.
It feels like ages ago that I last saw her naked, even though it was just yesterday. But I gaze at her in her bra and panties like a ravenous man.
After seven years, I finally get to have her the way I’ve dreamed about. For seven years, she’s drifted in and out of my life. Now she’s all the way in it. Dangerously in the middle. If we’re not careful, we could mess with a good thing—the bakery. Sex complicates everything.
It’s already more than sex.
I tell that voice to shut the fuck up as Mabel bites the corner of her lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I blink because, holy shit. I got a little lost in my thoughts, and here she is, taunting me.
“To do this,” I say and rope my arms around her chest, unhooking her bra, letting the white cotton fall to the floor and those gorgeous globes swing free. Full, lush breasts greet me. Dusky nipples. Hard peaks. My cock aches, an insistent throb in my jeans.
I can’t stop staring at her.
“Get it, Corbin,” she urges.
I shake my head, amazed, impressed with this woman. I slide a hand up the back of her thigh, smooth, soft flesh, savoring the feel of her. I lift her thigh up, raising her leg slightly off the table. “Do me a favor. Will you?”
She juts up a shoulder. “Maybe,” she teases.
I dip my face to dust a kiss across her delicious lips, making her whimper when I break the kiss far too soon. I take a step back, lower her thigh, glide my hands down her legs to her knees, then I meet her hot gaze. “Part these pretty legs and show me how much you want it.”
