Page 105 of The Sinner and the Gunslinger
I crack another egg but forget to separate it. Dammit.
He sucks my earlobe into his mouth. Another shiver trembles through me.
“Zeke,” I breathe.
“Yes, wildcat?” His fingers start circling over my stomach. Even with an apron on, the effect is as though it’s skin-to-skin. I’m on fire wherever he touches me and... I no longer run from the flames. Like every other challenge in my life now, I face it head-on.
I glance around the kitchen. It’s empty, as is the dining hall beyond the open serving window.
“Checking to see if we’re alone?” Zeke’s eyes crinkle, and I think that’s what seals the deal.
I need him as much as he needs me. But I don’t tell him. I let him work for it. My lips slide into a secretive smile, but I don’t reply. It was going to be a sponge cake, but now I’ve fucked up the eggs. I’ll turn it into a pound cake instead. I lean across the stainless steel bench and tug the butter to me.
Zeke’s hands slide up my ribs and cup my breasts. He squeezes until my nipples tingle, earning him a whimper from my lips. His groan draws a glance over my shoulder. I catch him staring at my rear end, biting his lower lip and frowning as though he’s holding in the urge to touch me there.
“Right,” I tease. “I see why you’re here, and it’s not to help me bake.”
Hazel eyes clash with mine. He looks like such a mischievous devil that I can’t resist. I tug him by the collar and kiss him quickly before returning to my bowl.
“I want to get this in the oven before dinner.” I drop the butter into the mix. “We’ve all had such a hard time lately. Mercy too. I think something sweet for dessert will be nice.”
“You’re so thoughtful.”
“Not really. Helping in the kitchen is part of my penance.”
“Cisco gave you baking for penance?” He starts kissing my neck again, right behind the ear.
“I can’t work like this,” I moan, arching back into him.
“Yes, you can.” His palms slide down my arms, cover my hands, and place them in the bowl. “Keep stirring. Or kneading. Or whatever you were doing.”
The butter crumbles under my clenched fingers, mixing with the flour. But I’m not really paying attention. I’m too invested in where Zeke puts his lips next. He moves down my spine, kissing me through my T-shirt. When his fingers hook into my pants, I gasp as a rush of desire pools between my legs.
“Zeke,” I moan, pretending I’m resisting despite wanting this all along. “Anyone could walk in.”
He keeps sliding my pants over my ass cheeks, exposing my bottom to the air. “The nuns are in church, singing their hearts out. It’s the only time they can break their vow of silence. They won’t be back for an hour.”
“But—” His fingers slide between my legs and glide through my slit, already wet. I bite my lip and whimper. “There are others...”
“They’re busy,” he mutters distractedly. I know he’s staring where he touches me, concentrating and relishing. The knowledge makes my eyes flutter.
“Look at this pretty pussy under the lights,” he murmurs. Almost to himself. His voice is coming from lower down, as though he’s crouched and facing my ass while he fingers me. “Fuck, Leila. I can’t believe I get to play with this whenever I want.”
“That’s a bold claim,” I pant, unable to stop from pushing back, trying to force his fingers where I need them. “Stop fucking around and get me off.”
“There she is. My wildcat.” His tongue spears into my core. The sudden sensation bucks my hips forward. I plant floury and buttery hands on the counter with a gasp. Zeke pins my hips to the counter and plunges his tongue into my pussy. I’m a quivering, shaking mess as he works me hard. The suction and licks and twirls earn every whimpering sound I make.
We almost lost each other. Again. Everything has changed. We deserve every moment we can find. Never know when we’ll get it again. My orgasm builds, and my whimpers become erratic.
“Give it to me, baby,” Zeke growls against my folds. He pinches my clit, shooting fireworks through my body. “I want your cum on my tongue.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, rocking back on him. “Love it when you talk to me like that.”
“I’m going to lap up every drop.” His voice is gravelly and rough. Then I hear no more as he finishes me with hard and fast tongue flicks and I come apart, quivering on his mouth. The deep growls of satisfaction as he keeps working me past my climax, prove it’s just as he wanted.
My bones are liquid as I lean on the counter, hot and sweaty, and catching my breath. I hear his zipper, feel the blunt tip of his cock notch at my entrance, but then he pauses. His ragged breath makes music with my own.
“Zeke?”
