Instead, I focus on the flour. Except the bin is too full and a puff of it comes exploding out when I pull the lid off.
It settles all over both of us, coating Cash’s hair and face and falling onto my legs and arms.
“Okay, can I say you look cute now covered in flour in that apron?”
Cash laughs, an unfamiliar sound but one that washes over me and takes hold. I want to hear more of it. It’s an easy sound.
“Was this your plan the whole time?” He tries to wipe it from his eyes, but only pushes it around.
“Hang on. We need to document this.”
I spin Cash and wrap an arm around his shoulders. Flipping the camera onto us, I snap a photo.
What I see on the tiny screen surprises me. Cash’s lips are tilted up into a smile. Flour coats both of us, some still floating through the air.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we were a real couple.
“Send that to me.”
“Why?” I ask.
“So I can post it too.”
Right. Posting. I nearly forgot.
“Everyone is going to love this.”
I send it to Cash and make a quick post about cooking with my boyfriend.
“The bad boy of the Black Diamonds covered in flour?”
I bark out a laugh and reach over to grab a paper towel to clean ourselves up. “Is that what you call yourself?”
He shakes his head, stepping between my legs.
“No. But it’s how people see me. So maybe a little flour will help soften the image.”
“Sweeten you up,” I tell him.
“I don’t think I need cookies for that.”
“Why not?”
Cash leans in closer. The stubble along his jaw looks soft. I want to feel it under my hands.
“I have you for that.”
Cash leans in close, taking my lips in the kiss to end all kisses. I’m prepared for a reckless assault. For him to kiss me like he plays hockey. With a force that he can’t seem to contain.
How he’s kissing me now? It’s with a softness I wasn’t expecting. A brush of his lips as he opens my mouth with his tongue. Heat gathers in my core as I cling to him. I want to feel every bit of him. Of this kiss.
Cash Williams is going to drive me wild with these kisses. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, tilting my head and deepening the angle. I give in to him. Let him have complete control as my body falls under his spell.
Rough hands slip under my T-shirt. It feels like heaven. I want to peel off every layer and let him have his way with me.
Except…
“Show me,” he whispers against my neck.
