“Well,” I say when I can finally get enough air in my lungs to respond to his comment. “You could have the cookies…” I flip around to face him, raking my teeth over my bottom lip as I tip my chin. “If they were for you.”
His lip curls in my favorite half smirk. “Brat.”
“Sorry. But they’re for the…” I trail off, scrambling. “The team.” I nod. “Yep. They’re for the… team. They’ve worked so hard for them.”
Wilder chuckles.
It’s a rough, sensual sound that I feel in my lower belly.
I have no idea why I’m taunting him right now, but I think I like it too much to stop.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, and I feel him lightly tracing his fingers along the ruffle of the apron, right where my nipples are, where they’re hard and so sensitive, pressing against fabric that suddenly feels too tight. Too constrictive.
My brain is so fuzzy I can’t even make it through a complete thought with the way he’s touching me, with how intently he’s watching me, his scent surrounding me until there’s nothing but me and him.
I’m insomuch trouble when it comes to this man.
“So they earned them?” His index finger circles my nipple languidly, his eyes remaining on mine as he says it. “I guess I need to earn them too, then, don’t I, baby?”
I don’t think we’re talking about cookies anymore.
Maybe we never were.
God, I really hope we’re not talking about cookies.
My clit throbs when he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth through the apron fabric and bites down on the tip.
The rough sensation has my back arching from the counter, my body acting of its own accord to press closer to his mouth, silently begging for more.
One touch, and I already feel like I’m unraveling.
“Should I start here?” he rasps against my nipple before biting down on the peak once more, causing my breath to hitch.
And then he slowly lowers to his knees on the floor in front of me, pinning me with a hungry, heated gaze as he stares up at me.
His calloused palms curve around the top of my thighs, inching higher until he flips both the apron and my dress up in one swift flick of his wrist.
Cool air hits the front of my damp, lace-covered pussy, and my fingers curl around the edge of the counter as he leans forward and drags his nose along me, inhaling deeply.
It’s intimate… and something I’ve never experienced, having him this close to the most personal part of me. But still, I’m not nervous.
I feel comfortable with Wilder, safe to explore my desires and wants without feeling ashamed or judged by them.
He groans roughly, and the vibrations against my already sensitive pussy have me clenching around nothing, throbbing so hard that I feel it everywhere.
“Or should I start here?”
I can’t decide what’s sexier… this big, powerful man on his knees forme…
Or the eye contact that feels as overwhelming as his touch.
Together, it feels like a deadly combination.
Before I can answer, there’s a loud meow right beside us, and we jump, the spell that captured us suddenly broken.
We both look down to Sebastian sitting there, lazily flicking his tail, purring obscenely loudly, staring up at us with his indignant bright yellow gaze like he didn’t just interrupt what was undoubtedly going to be the hottest moment of my life.
Just perfect.
