"Do you like them?" I asked, and my voice cracked. His eyes glazed over as he licked his finger, making my belly flutter a little.
"I do,” he purred.
"The taste I mean... do they taste alright?" Nerves swirled in my chest because Kade wasn't looking at the cupcake, or licking his lips. He was staring at me and his eyes dropped to my mouth.
He set down the cupcake and moved closer. "I'd like to taste something else."
"What?" I squeaked.
"This," he said, and then he was kissing me.
19
KADE
Lainey's lips tasted like sugar and vanilla from the cupcakes, and I couldn't get enough. I backed her up against the prep table in the middle of her bakery kitchen, the cool stainless steel pressing into her ass as I deepened the kiss. My hands roamed under her sweater, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her waist. She moaned into my mouth, fingers clutching my shirt.
"You taste just like a cupcake," I mumbled against her neck, nipping at the soft spot there. "I should've been eating you, not the baked goods."
She let out a shaky breath and slid her hands up to my shoulders. I kept my mouth on her neck, kissing along the line of her pulse while my fingers traced small circles on her bare waist beneath the sweater. The fabric stayed in place, bunched only slightly at her sides.
"Kade, I..." she whispered, so I slowed down, nipping at her skin and giving her time to continue, but she stayed quiet. Her body leaned into mine, but her grip on my shoulders stayed light, almost hesitant. I pulled back to look at her face. Her cheekswere flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted and swollen from kissing.
"You okay?" I asked quietly.
She nodded, but the motion was small. "Yeah. Just… this is a lot."
I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. "We can stop right now if you want."
She shook her head. "No. I don't want to stop. I just need… a minute."
I kissed her forehead, then her temple, giving her that minute. My hands stayed at her waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin under the hem of her sweater. She exhaled slowly, tension easing from her shoulders.
"I don't know why I lose control so quickly when I'm around you, Lainey." I wasn't sure if my explanation would help her out of this funk, but today felt like the perfect day for me to tell her how I really felt, why I hadn't taken this ring off yet. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and said, "I've never met a woman like you."
When she tilted her face up, I kissed her again—slower this time, letting her control how deep it went. Her tongue touched mine, a little bolder than before. I hadn't even gotten my full confession out yet, but she seemed more eager now.
I moved one hand to her lower back, pulling her a fraction closer so her hips met mine. I pressed my hips against her thigh, making it obvious how hard I was, and she made a soft sound against my mouth. Her fingers flexed on my shoulders, then slid down my chest.
"Do you ever have sex in normal places?" she whispered.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "I just haven't with you."
She kept touching, palms sliding down my sides, then back up. I kissed her again while her hands roamed, letting one of my hands drift lower, resting on the top of her leggings.
"Can I take you right here?" I asked against her lips.
Lainey smiled against my mouth, now fully loosening up and getting into this. "Yes," she mewled, "but no messing up the cupcakes."
I grinned and slid my hand down the front of her leggings, cupping her through the material of her panties. She was already damp as I pressed the heel of my hand gently against her mound, letting her feel the pressure without rushing. She inhaled sharply, hips rocking forward once.
"Wet already..." I growled as I caught her lip between my teeth and nipped it. I didn't come here for this; it was just what happened when I was around her. I knew she felt the same way.
"Mmm."
I rubbed in slow circles over the fabric, feeling her grow wetter, the cotton clinging to her folds. Her breathing turned uneven. Her hands moved to my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I helped her open it, then the button, then the zipper. When she pushed my jeans down enough, my cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around me, stroking hesitantly at first.
"Are you addicted to me or something?" she asked with a teasing grin and my hips bucked into her. God she was perfect at this.
