Water, water everywhere be damned, her mind went toThe Notebookon steroids, picturing Wolfe in the lead role, holding her upright by cupping her ass and driving her wanton body against him while he delivered a swoon-worthy kiss that blew Ryan Gosling’s smooch out of the stratosphere.
As if Connor could read her mind, he pressed himself even closer to Aspen’s back as he placed one hand over her own, dwarfing her digits along with her feeble attempt at slowing the flow of water spewing from the broken faucet.
Grabbing one of the mixing bowls from the counter with his other hand, Connor once again leaned in close to her ear.He was so close Aspen considered posting her secret‘Crown Jewel’red velvet cupcake recipe to the internet if he’d just nibble on her lobe and trace his tongue over the shell of her ear.
She was paralyzed with want.In the midst of this debacle, she nearly panted with lust in anticipation of what Connor would say or do.
“BB, the water turn-off straight under the counter below the sink.Duck down and turn the valve to the right.”
As far as Aspen was concerned, his honeyed voice instructed her to slide down his body and take his cock into her mouth like the good (or bad) girl she currently felt like at the moment.
What in the hell is wrong with me?Was it his nearness and/or his pheromones racking her body with desire and naughty thoughts at the most inconvenient time in history?
Nodding quickly, Aspen worked to follow his direction, about the faucet, not her own interpretation of his instructions.As soon as Aspen pulled her hand out from beneath Connor’s ginormous paw, he placed a bowl over the geyser that instantly caused the water to cascade into the sink and down the drain.
Aspen dropped to the floor brushing against every hard plane and rippling muscle of Connor’s body, causing an entirely different kind of wetness; this one generating deep inside her.The arousal was so intense, she could feel herself pulse at the juncture between her legs from the feel of Connor’s thick...thighs covered in denim during her descent.
Once on the floor, Aspen scampered her way underneath the counter housing the sink to locate the half-moon-shaped turn-off valve.She attempted to turn the metal dial but to no avail.
“It’s stuck, Connor,” Aspen growled in frustration in her attempt to budge the knob’s position.“It won’t move.”
“Use both hands,” Connor instructed her calmly, as if asking her if she wanted ranch dressing on her salad.“Try one more time.”
“Accck!It.Won’t.Turn.”
“Hold up.Come back up here and grab the bowl so I can get to the valve.”
“Okay,” Aspen grunted.She backed out from beneath the counter and slid her body up the same path it took on its downward trek.
She knew stopping the water flow was the priority, but couldn’t help the delicious way her body hummed while gliding against Connor’s muscles.
In fact, she nearly forgot all about the water as she watched the muscles of Connor’s shoulders and upper back pulse and ripple once he made his way to the floor and easily twisted the valve to the off position, instantly stopping the flow of water.
Trying to use slow, steady breathing to calm her racing heart that had only a little bit to do with the water fiasco and much more with the blonde-haired giant who once again came to her rescue.Although she was soaked deeper than her Amaretto-soaked sponge cake, she felt like she might combust on the spot.
Aspen concentrated on the bowl-covered broken faucet as if it held the secrets of the universe.She needed a bit of cover while she worked to control her emotions and her rapidly beating heart.
“You can let go now, BB,” Connor chuckled, then gently removed her hands and set the metal bowl on the counter.
Connor offered a small smile, even though she knew he worked very hard to lift his lips that high.It warmed her heart like a thousand suns that he’d try to comfort her, let alone sail in and serve as her Viking fitted in lamellar armor.
That sun quickly dimmed, however, when she spied the water pooled on the floor, covering the counters and yes, even drenching her batch of‘Champagne Toast’vanilla cupcakes.
“What a mess,” Aspen sighed.
And just like that, all of the wicked images of her fantasy Viking were erased from her mind.
“Nothing that a wrench and a few dozen towels can’t fix,” he explained.
To prove his point, Connor grabbed a towel hanging on a nearby hook and softly dabbed the water that had collected on Aspen’s cheeks and chin.
Aspen’s eyes widened at the care he took to gently press the towel against the apple of her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, and her lips that parted at his intimate caresses.
His face reset to the serious look he usually projected.Aspen felt as if he worked to memorize the shape of her face, down to the handful of wild red curls that slipped from their locked position in her massive bun atop her head and tumbled in ringlets past her shoulders and lower.
She shifted on her feet and swayed at Connor’s touch and felt another burst of sogginess seep through her soaked shoes.The icky squish promptly reminded Aspen of her water problem.
“Thanks, Connor,” she grabbed the towel and swiped it across her face in hopes that it ceased the crackle that zapped between them.“I’ll grab the mop and get started on this cleanup.You wouldn’t happen to know a plumber who might respond after hours to fix this sink, would you?”
