Page 7 of Bookstore Bliss

“How can a fancy restaurant not have a chocolate dessert?” she murmurs, barely audible.

I can’t stifle the laugh that erupts, breaking the peaceful silence between us. She blushes, the red creeping up from her neck.

“I see you’re still quite the fan of chocolate sweets.”

“Maybe it’s just genetics.” She grins as she sets the menu down. “Besides, who doesn’t like chocolate?” she reaches out to pat my hand. It’s soft and warm. I don’t want to let go, to end the night here.

“If you’re interested in something sweet,” I take her hand in mine and hold her gaze, “I know I have some cake slices in my fridge at home. I’d be happy to share.”

“But are they chocolate?”

“Yes, and I’ll even make some decaf coffee if you want.”

She tilts her head and purses her lips, hesitating to respond. But her hand remains in mine.

“You’ve got yourself a deal Seth Lawson,” she places her other hand on mine and gently squeezes before removing both hands.

We split the check and head to the car. It’s not too far of a drive to my place. When we arrive, she takes her platform heels off and sighs as she stands on the carpet entryway. Somehow, she looks right at home as she follows me around.

I show her around the living area. The house is just enough space for me and Riley. There are two rooms, two bathrooms, and the living area is large with an open floor plan. Kristen joins me in the kitchen to make coffee and pull the cake slices out of the fridge. She grabs creamer as I set out to pour the coffee.

“Seth Lawson, why do you have so much cake in your fridge?” her tone is lighthearted as she pokes my arm.

“When you say my full name, I feel as if I’m being reprimanded.” I chuckle and pretend she’s wounded my arm. Her eyes wander over my body.

“Seth it is,” she drawls each word out as she steps closer. She smells of cherry blossoms, it’s sweet like vanilla and roses mixed. Always something floral and sweet, they suit her well.

I inhale sharply as she steps even closer, mere inches away. She runs her finger down my chest before repeating her initialquestion. I love the way her voice is breathy as she says my name.

“I suppose sometimes I have a sweet craving.” Her lips quirk up just a touch as I reply.

“Are you craving anything right now?”

The desire in her eyes matches how I feel on the inside. All night I’ve thought about her naked and on my bed. Getting to the explore her body with my hands, my lips, my tongue. My cock hardens at the thought of her moaning my name while she orgasms.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, before leaning down to whisper.

“I think we both know I won’t stop with just a kiss Kristen,” I murmur in her ear.

She nods before adding that she hopes I won’t stop. It’s all the confirmation I need to know we’re on the same page.

I kiss her neck then her collarbone. She tilts her head back slightly as her eyes close. I slide my fingers over her shoulders and she shivers as her thin straps fall down. Her dress remains on as I kneel in front of her. Kristen leans back against the counter.

The cold kitchen tile is hard under my knees despite being fully dressed. I run my hands up her thighs. I edge her dress up further and further until it’s bunched around her waist. I kiss the inside of her thigh, right above her knee.

It’s going to be difficult to take things slow. But I want this to be something we both thoroughly enjoy. An evening filled with desire.

I start to make my way up her right thigh as she grips the counter. She starts tense, but when she tilts her head back as I kiss my way up her leg, she relaxes under my touch.

Is this the right move? Perhaps not.

Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom.

5

KRISTEN

Seth whispers that he won’t stop after just one kiss. His breath brushes against my ear, it’s hot and tickles, but sets something off inside me. My face flushes, my body feels like there’s a current of electricity humming under my skin.

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