Excitement made his heart speed up as he beheld her, wet hair slicked back, looking freshly showered—how unfortunate. His regret that she’d bathed only lasted a millisecond as a heavenly scent wafted up to him and he peered down to see a pie. A real, beautiful, lightly brown crusted, pecan and honey, whipped cream topped pie. Don’t let her see you drool. The reminder helped him snap his mouth shut, but the saliva still pooled.
“Hey neighbor. I bet you thought I forgot,” she said, thrusting the dessert up at him.
“What?” He couldn’t take his eyes from the steaming dessert with the heavenly aroma that made his stomach growl.
“I told you I’d make it up to you, and I always keep a promise. I baked you a honey pecan pie.”
Chase almost said, “Marry me.” Seriously, the words were on the tip of his tongue. She’d made his very favorite dessert, and it smelled even better than the one his mother made at Christmas, and on his birthday, and, well, anytime Chase went home. “Thank you,” was all he managed to utter as she transferred the still warm dish to his hands.
Mine, all mine. My precious. Impatience to taste it made him silly, almost drunk on the fumes of the baked honey. He turned around and was about to kick the door shut with his foot when she spoke. “Aren’t you going to invite me in so I can have a piece with you? I wouldn’t mind sharing a bite.”
Share? But he wanted it all for himself. Chase looked down at the pie and then peered back at her. She grinned. A devilish idea—unlike his usual churlish ones—formed in his mind. Setting the pie down, he scooped a finger into it, the heat of the filling almost too hot to handle. Scalding or not, he popped it into his mouth anyway, almost dropping to his knees in pleasure as the sweet honey flavor hit his tongue. Oh sweet Ursa, it tastes better than it looks.
He couldn’t wait to take his next bite. However, even amidst the tummy tingling pleasure, he didn’t forget his primary purpose. He moved quickly back to Miranda, only vaguely noticing her widening green eyes. Before she could say a word—a rarity in her case—he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up. What do you know, I was right. She’s just the perfect size for hoisting, was his last coherent thought before he slanted his mouth across hers. Electricity of the carnal kind arced between them.
Is it me or are there fireworks going off? His fantasy of how she’d feel paled in comparison to the reality. She fit against him perfectly, her lush curves an ideal complement to his hardness. Her mouth pressed softly against his, her initial surprise yielding to sensual reciprocation. Chase pushed her up against the wall of his entrance, his lips moving in opposing directions against hers, wanting to memorize every inch of her.
Her lips opened wide in a startled gasp and he used that opportunity to slide his tongue into the warm recess of her mouth. He thrust his groin against her, and her legs parted to wrap around his waist, drawing him right up against the heat of her. A groan escaped him, swallowed by her eager mouth. Her arms twined around his neck as he deepened the kiss, the electrifying embrace firing all his senses. It was more drugging than any honeycomb. More arousing than any other kiss he’d experienced. More delicious than any pie.
Thoughts of the pie, the scent of which still tickled his nose, snapped him back to awareness. What the hell am I doing? It was with shock he realized he held Miranda pressed against the wall, her legs locked around his waist, her core rubbing against his turgid cock. It would be such a simple matter to tear the cloth between them and take her. Sink himself into her glorious pussy. Worse, he knew it would feel so good.
But wasn’t what he’d planned. His loss of control shook him. Unwinding her from his body, he set her back on the floor in the hall, his breathing just as ragged as hers.
“There’s your taste. See you later,” he managed to mumble, ignoring the wakening shock on her face. It hurt him to shut the door in her face, but what proved harder was not throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her into his cave.
Remember, she’s a bunny. A long-eared woodland creature and not an appropriate
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