“Cane,” I whispered breathlessly. “Can we just forget the damn cookies?”
He smacked me on my behind, and I yelped.
“Sugar,” he said, handing me the bag. “Now what?”
“Baking soda,” I demanded as I dumped some sugar into the bowl, my annoyance obvious.
He smirked as he silently handed me the canister, and I plopped some of it into the bowl. I added a bag of chocolate chips.
“Ah, is someone frustrated?” he asked teasingly.
“Me? No.” I grabbed some butter out of the refrigerator. “I’m going to melt some of this. Put an egg or two in there.”
I threw a stick of butter into a bowl and popped it into the microwave, glancing at the clock.This is ridiculous, I thought, as I stopped in my tracks. “Cane,” I yelled. “What are you doing?”
“Putting a couple of eggs in here.” He tipped a carton of egg whites into the bowl.
“I don’t think you can use that.”
“This is my recipe, so I can use whatever I want.”
“Whatever. I’m not eating any of these.” I removed the butter from the microwave and added it to the bowl. “Stir.”
He grabbed a spoon and roughly stirred everything together. I watched his muscles ripple with every motion, and my thoughts quickly turned away from the cookies. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle, letting my fingers slide lazily down his abs.
“Don’t try to distract me with your wicked ways. This is serious business.” He laid the spoon on the countertop and stuck his finger in the bowl. Turning to face me, he held his finger in the air.
“It looks good.” He smiled. “Now let’s see what it tastes like, shall we?” He brought his finger up and popped it into his mouth, sucking the dough off.
“Mmmmm,” he said, letting his eyes roll. “This is really good. Do you want some?”
I shook my head, and he jutted out his bottom lip, giving me puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Jada. You’re hurting my feelings.” He dipped his finger back in the bowl, holding it in front of my face. “Just a little taste?” he asked, wagging it in front of me.
“Just one.” I was going to use that opening to get what I wanted. I grabbed his hand with both of mine and slowly inserted his finger into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his finger and let my tongue lazily caress it. His eyes widened as he caught on to my game. I pulled his finger out through my lips and licked it clean. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched.
“Thatisgood,” I said, smiling at his reaction to me as I dropped his hand. “Can I have more?”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, sitting me on the counter.
“What, exactly, do you want more of, Ms. Stanley?”
“Cookie dough, of course.”
“Sure.” He scooped out a small bit and licked it off his finger. Smiling, he grabbed the back of my head and leaned in to kiss me. I tried to pull away, laughing, but he pressed his lips to mine. His tongue passed my lips, and I could taste the sweetness in his mouth.
He scooted me closer to the edge of the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing our bodies even tighter. His body was hard against mine, and I pressed closer, wanting every possible inch of my skin to touch his. He was a walking aphrodisiac.
We kissed long and hard, our mouths moving against each other in perfect sync.
He moved his hands beneath me to cup my ass and lifted me up, never breaking our kiss. As he turned, the bag of flour fell to the floor and a cloud of white dust went up, engulfing everything in the vicinity.
“Cane.” I laughed, pulling away.
“What?” he growled, kissing up the side of my neck as he bent and laid me in the middle of the mess on the floor. He picked up the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my body, sitting back on his knees.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Jada,” he said, admiring my body. Although he had seen me naked before, I still blushed at his unadulterated view.
He leaned forward and palmed my breasts, bending down and sucking on one nipple as he rolled the other with his fingertips. The sensation had me panting with need, the ache between my legs becoming too much.
