I had maintained the setting on “simmer” until he said that. His cheeky phrase kicked it over to high heat, and I slowly walked toward him. I reached over his shoulder, put my palm on the door, and shut it with a gentle click. I put all of my weight on my arm and my hand that was on the door just to the left of hishead.
“The day isn’t over,Ryan.”
I put my other palm under his chin and gripped his jaw with my thumb on one side, and my index and middle finger on the other side. His eyes hadn’t wavered from mine, and I could tell that his pupils had dilated. I leaned in and pressed my mouth againsthis.
A current moved through my body unlike I’d ever felt before. My tongue moved along the firm, rounded boundary of his tongue. I painted his mouth with my mark. My hand, that was still plastered to the door, itched to take hold of his hair. He tasted as sweet as the cookies he had eaten, and suddenly, I became addicted to cookies. As I slowly pulled away from his mouth, my lips lingered softly againsthis.
“And Ryan, you never have toearna kiss. You only need to ask.” My tone was only loud enough to fill the space between us. I placed a chaste kiss on his lips and then whispered, “Understand?”
I breathed in the clean, fresh scent of his shower gel and moved my lips to kiss the spot where his dimple appeared from time totime.
“Yes,” he breathedout.
I let go of his jaw, and I patted his chest with my wide hand. My lips left a trail from his dimple back to his lips. I planted a firm kiss on hislips.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
