Page 96 of Frosting and Flames

If I thought him fingering me in the bed of his truck was good, this is on another level. My hips lift, seeking more, until he presses me back into the mattress, his grip firm.

“We’ll get there, I promise,” he whispers, backing off to press kisses to my inner thighs.

Goosebumps race up and down my legs, and I’d be embarrassed about my reaction if I wasn’t so turned on.

He returns, nuzzling into me, and arouses me further, that pulse of desire growing stronger as his talented tongue works its magic. He groans with need, and looking down at him, it’s obvious how much he’s enjoying it. He looks the same as he did that day trying one of my danishes for the first time.

Like he can’t get enough.

I didn’t know it could be like this. That being with someone so intent on giving me pleasure could turn me on this badly. I’m trembling, my legs as wide as they’ll go, but it’s not enough because I want more. I need more, lust rising within me as the minutes tick on until I’m frantic with it.

His hands run over my body, touching every part of me he can reach, and I revel in the roughness of his touch, the way his fingers catch and slide over my overheated skin, my breath coming faster and faster.

My hand glides through the thick strands of his hair, searching for something, anything, that’ll relieve the unbearable tension.

He looks up at me, his gaze intense, pupils blown wide with lust. “You ready to come for me?”

I nod, unable to look away. He’s so incredibly sexy like that, my thighs draped over his shoulders, his muscular back on display.

He brings a hand to my pussy, sliding two fingers in easily with how wet I am, and curls them forward, hitting a spot that has me clenching.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my heels scrabbling for purchase against his back.

His mouth finds my clit and sucks hard, the effect instantaneous as I finally reach that peak and fall over the other side, gasping his name.

I’m babbling, telling him how good it is, how I’ve never come so intensely, how amazing he is.

He hums an acknowledgment, pressing soft kisses to my pussy that leave aftershocks in their wake, my body buzzing with relief.

Holy shit. I press a hand to my chest, staring up at my bedroom ceiling, trying to get my breath under control. It’sneverbeen like that.

His kisses move leisurely up my belly and torso, lingering on my breasts until he reaches my mouth again.

I smile against his lips, satisfaction still humming through my veins. “How’d you get so good at that?”

“It’s you and me,” he says, as if that’s explanation enough.

My grin grows. “Oh, is that all?”

He mirrors my grin. “And I may have imagined us doing that once or twice.”

I run a hand over his bare chest, loving the feel of hard muscle under warm skin. I glance down, but it looks like he’s tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans again. “You’ve imagined us together?”

He groans. “You have no idea.” His hand moves to my lower back, pulling me closer. “So, are we still going slow? Or can I ask you to be my girlfriend now?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

RACHEL

My heart stutters in a thrilling, nerve-tingling way, even as my lips seem to be permanently etched in a smile. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

His eyes close in relief, and when he opens them again, he looks like I just gave him the world. His kiss is long and slow, and I get lost in the easy way his lips move over mine. There’s no particular destination in sight, and after a minute, I pull the covers over us, relaxing into the mattress.

When he finally pulls away, I snuggle into his side. “Have you dated anyone in town before?” I’m suddenly realizing I don’t know anything about his love life, other than him admitting he had a crush on me in high school.

His fingers draw lazy circles over my back. “Some non-serious dates. Only one that lasted a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

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