Page 72 of Mr. Big Mistake
“On what?”
“On whether or not I can use the extra icing on you.”
I snorted as he nipped at my bare shoulder, and I felt my stomach turn over. I cracked the oven open before turning around, and his hands fell immediately to my hips. He picked me up like he did every morning and sat me right on the counter. I picked up my coffee and took a sip before he picked his up and mocked my movements.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are every morning?” he asked.
I blushed. “I think it’s because I’m wearing your shirt.”
He grinned. “You should do that every morning, too.”
I leaned forward. “Well, wake me up the way you did again, and maybe I just will.”
“Perfection.”
He kissed my lips softly before he stepped to the side, ready to take out the cinnamon rolls. As I sat there, allowing the caffeine to flow effortlessly through my veins, I studied the marks I’d left on him last night. The way my nails raked down his back, creating red lines I didn’t want to stop looking at. The way my teeth bit into his shoulder, leaving soft red indentions, I wanted to run my fingertips over. I wanted more of him. All of him. Every day, so long as he’d let me have it.
But, the idea of all of it coming to an end kept me from taking any more than what he willingly gave.
“So,” he said as he iced the cinnamon rolls, “I have to go into work today.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you do.”
“I know it’s a Saturday morning, but there’s a massive project coming up that requires all hands on deck every day until next weekend.”
“Oh? Care to elaborate?”
“We could do that over dinner if you’d like. I can bring home something nice.”
I smiled. “I’ll hold you to it, then.”
He pecked my lips. “Wonderful.”
He offered me a bite of his cinnamon roll, and I gladly took it. But, I ended up getting icing all over the sides of my mouth. Brenden grinned as he leaned in closely, allowing his tongue to lick up the traces of sweetness against my skin.
“You taste wonderful with this icing,” he murmured.
I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Making him drop the cinnamon roll as he moved closer to me.
“Pick some up from the store and let’s see where else it tastes wonderful,” I whispered.
He growled. “Done.”
I leaned up. “Wonderful.”
Brenden pointed at me. “Don’t think you’re not an ass for bringing this up just when I have to go start getting ready, though.”
I shrugged. “Gives you something to look forward to.”
“Yeah, and something to distract me all day.”
“Since when have you ever seen me as a distraction?”
He smiled. “Since the first time I laid eyes on you, Kelly.”
I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Wait, was he being serious? I wasn’t sure how long I sat there with a stupid look on my face, but by the time I pulled out of my trance, he was halfway to the kitchen doorway.
“Thanks for the coffee and the cinnamon roll, gorgeous. I’m going to go get ready.”
