ChapterTen
SKYE
I’d felt silly when I’d turned Seth onto his back and climbed atop him. However, when he’d clung to me as though I was a lifeline, I knew it was the right thing to do.
It worked exactly like that article said it would, calming him, stopping his P.T.S.D. from claiming him fully. Apparently it’s something companion dogs are trained to do.
But short of a dog, I figured my weight would work as well as that of any pooch. Perhaps even better thanks to my love of baked goods.
It isn’t until Seth asks me about the cherry pies that I release my death grip on him. On looking down, I’m horrified by the state of him. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think.” I dust the flour off his chest as best as I can, but all that does is spread it further.
I’ve gone from doing my best to clean him up, to stroking his chest in a different way altogether, when I become aware he’s smiling. Forget that, he’s not smiling, he’s grinning and his eyes are twinkling.
The article didn’t say anything about this. Now what am I supposed to do?
I’m unaware of having spoken until he answers.
“You could start by kissing me, and we can go from there.”
I’m both mortified and relieved. While mortified I’ve voiced my thoughts, I’m happy the assured, cocky man I lust after, is back. OMG and he’s spread out underneath me like the finest banquet.
I’m struggling to get off him, when it becomes obvious this isn’t helping. Well, it is, but not how I’d imagined. A buck of his hips and I’m aware of exactly where we stand, or lie, or whatever.
He licks his lips, making sure I’ve seen before he speaks again. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Really? Why am I waiting, isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? It’s something that has me dropping my lips to his.
What starts out cautiously soon has both our bodies involved. We’re rolling around like a couple of horny teenagers when we take out the box of pies. I blindly push it away, my fingers coming back, covered in cherry filling.
Seth grabs my hand and proceeds to suck on one finger after another. He swirls his tongue around each fingertip, cleaning it thoroughly, and doing crazy things to me.
I’m lying there boneless, when he tugs at my paper hat and my hair tumbles free. His manhood soon straining even harder against the front of his jeans is telling.
Meanwhile, I’m berating myself for arriving in a glorified shower cap. Not my fault wearing them is second nature and I forget they’re there.
My mind might also have been focusing more on what would happen at Seth’s place than anything else.
Seth holds my face between his hands, and arches up for another kiss, dragging on my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away.
He allows his head to drop back down to the polished floor boards before giving my ass a no-nonsense pat. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
The accompanying words have been so matter of fact that I suspect I’m about to be dusted off and sent on my way. My heart sinks, although I take some comfort in having stopped Seth from disassociating because of the storm.
Only when we’re both standing, do I realize I’m wrong. In fact, I couldn’t be MORE wrong as to what’s about to happen.
SETH
Skye, ever the practical one, retrieves the squashed box of pies from the floor and puts it on the kitchen countertop before I’ve thought to do so.
Apparently you don’t mess around where cherries are concerned; although I can think of one cherry I wouldn’t mind messing around with. Thoughts of exactly how, and I’m grinning like a fool when I step in front of her.
Her gorgeous fiery locks tumble in waves around her shoulders, and there’s still a bit of flour on one cheek. Despite my suggesting we should get cleaned up, things are about to get seriously dirty. Forget that. They’re about to get deliciously dirty.
I’ve wiped the flour off her face and my hands are tangled in her hair when thunder once again fills the room. I freeze. I’m on the edge of shutting down, damn it. That is until Skye takes my hands away from her hair.
What? I’m expecting her to get me back on the floor and jump on me again, but she’s got other ideas. And certainly nothing I’m expecting. Instead, she rips her t-shirt off and throws it in my face.
When her bra follows soon after, I’m jolted back to the here and now. In perfect synchronicity to a clap of thunder overhead, she liberally smears her breasts with cherry pie filling. The dark scarlet of the fruit is a perfect foil to her creamy white skin.
