His nose bumps against mine, and I turn my head. I know it’s bad; it’s so wrong that I’m going to go to hell. But the man wants his maple syrup, and I’m right here.
My heart bursts in my chest as I edge forward so I can look at him over my shoulder.
“Timber…” I whisper, my back arching, pushing my ass into him, grinding my hips. Then I really do moan as I find him hard against my ass.
I’m so close. I just need to lean in and kiss him. He’s right here, and I know he won’t say no like this.
Until his hand slips downward, his thumb bumps against my belly piercing, and a siren louder than his clock goes off inside me.
I gasp as I jump away, quickly shooting between him and the stove. My back hits the edge of the island, but I’m two feet away and counting. I’m panting, my chest heaving as I look at him in shock.
If he’d gone even an inch further and touched my pussy…
I clutch my stomach as perfume curls from me. I bite my lip hard to stifle my goddamn whimper as I keep edging away from him.
My omega side is crowing like a proud rooster, but I’m not giving in.
God, Timber’s hands are so big, though. His fingers twitch, and I can already feel how they’d stretch my pussy. He takes a step, and another. I quiver each time his foot hits the floor. There’s only so far I can go, and soon enough, I’m trapped against the far counter, and he’s reaching for me with a bleary look in his eyes.
Don’t look down. I shout at myself. Because his dressing gown is slipping open, and all my horny hopes and dreams are being unveiled like a prize.
His cock is right there. And there’s only so much I can take before I lose it.
The scent of his coffee grows stronger as my needy body answers with another wash of perfume.
I’m praying to the God of Knots that the tie of his robe holds long enough for me to escape, because my mouth is watering and my pussy is joining in.
He grunts, his hand rising, and his palm curves like he’s going to cup my cheek. I suck in a breath, flinching back from him. As soon as he touches me again, I’ll pounce. I’ll fling my muscle man to the floor and have my way with him before he even knows what’s happening.
He’s too close, and, like a kung fu master, I block him with a jab of my forearm to his palm because there is no way he is nuzzling me again. He’s got his syrupy goodness, but he still gives me a forlorn look that gets me right in the heart.
I’ll have a black belt in slicking by the time I leave here.
Why does this 6ft. 4in. hockey player who’s twice my age have to be so cute and sexy at the same time?
He pauses, his brow scrunching as tension hangs. I wait for it, I wait forhim.
He blinks sleepily, and suddenly he turns and trudges off without a word. His back hunches, true caveman style, and I’d cheer him on if he grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me off to his cave to fuck.
I'm frozen, trying to process what just happened. Even when I hear the hiss of the shower and I know he'll be in there for at least ten minutes, I’m still on edge. I can see the stairs leading to our rooms through the living room door in case he comes back. The bathroom is so far away from the kitchen that he won't catch me, but that's how the first oatmeal debacle happened. Because my dumb ass thought I'd be able to hear him while my fingers tap-danced on my clit.
I move back to the stove, staring at the oatmeal as I stir it, shaking with a silly smile on my face because my omega side is singing. I needed that so much. Even just the slightest touch would have been enough, so that’s way more than I expected.
I press the back of my hand to my mouth, trying not to grin too widely.
My vision is filled with beige as I give myself a mental talking-to.
I won’t put more slick in the oatmeal. I can’t do that to him. No matter how insanely hot it is that he loses his mind over me, it’s just wrong.
But I’m already wet, and it’s just a small portion, and it could help lift his spirits…
“Don’t even think about it,” I whisper to myself.
Except I can’t do anythingbutthink about it.
My eyes flutter closed as I remember his moans, his cries, the desire that beat through me as he desperately thrust into his hand and gulped down the oatmeal—all because of my slick. It made him so freaking horny that he basically went into rut. If I gave him even more, it would happen again.
I roll my eyes, hating myself as I shuffle my hips. Because, yeah, wiggling my ass isreallygoing to hold back my slick.
