Page 18 of The Promise
I bolt to the bathroom, slam the door, and lean back against it as I will my heart rate undercontrol.
I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him back in like nothing ever happened. I bring the image of him sat with that woman in the restaurant to the forefront. I told myself I would make him work for it, prove to me I can trust him, yet here I am, panting with fucking need after only an hour withhim.
When I re-join him, he’s sat at the table with our dinner waiting for me. “I was just coming to getyou.”
“This looks delicious,” I say, although I’m not sure I’m going to enjoy my well-donesteak.
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“I haven’t had a good steak like that in ages,” Blake says, leaning back in his chair with his hands on his stomach. I wish I could say the same, although it wasn’t as bad as I thought it wouldbe.
“I didn’t bringpudding.”
“That’s okay, I’m not sure I could eat anything elseanyway.”
“I have an idea though,” he says with a twinkle in hiseye.
“Ohyeah?”
“Yeah, come on,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards thedoor.
“Where are wegoing?”
He doesn’t answer me, instead just continuing to pull me along behind him. When he opens the door to the bakery, I start to get an idea of what he’sthinking.
“Wow, it looks like you’re all set to open,” he says, looking around. “It’sincredible.”
“Thankyou.”
“You lookworried.”
“What if no one comes? What if I’ve wasted all this money?” I put everything I had into opening this place—not to mention a loan from Aunt Addy and the free rent and labour Blake’sprovided.
“That’s not going to happen, Addison. This place is going to be huge, just wait and see.” His confidence in me always takes me by surprise. I’ve no idea what he sees that makes him so sure of my abilities. “What’s allthis?”
“I’ve added fresh milkshakes to the menu. You want to try one?” I ask, when I see his eyes lightup.
“Once we’ve made pudding,” he says, grabbing a bowl and woodenspoon.
“What are wemaking?”
“I want another taste of your chocolate brownies. I couldn’t get enough of them last time,” he announces, but the look in his eyes as he says it tells me that’s not the only thing he wants as taste of. He takes a step towards me and I step back, trying desperately hard not to fall under hisspell.
“You do the dry ingredients and I’ll do the wet.” His eyes visibly darken when I say the word wet. “Blake,” I warn, but I’m unable to step away because he’s backed me into acorner.
“Okay,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. “You getwet.”
He reaches for my wrist but I move it out of the way just in time. I’m barely holding myself back as it is; if he touches me, I know I’m donefor.
After staring at me for another two seconds, he moves back and allows me to find all the ingredients we need and to fire up theoven.
“Can I lick the spoon?” Blake asks, making me look up from the chocolaty mixture I’m currently stirring. The distraction means I end up hitting the side of the bowl with my hand. “Scratch that. I’ll lick it offyou.”
Before I have a chance to say anything, Blake’s holding my hand up to his mouth. I watch as his lips open and his tongue licks gently across the base of my thumb. The contact sends tingles shooting around my body before zeroing on my clit. I can feel him staring at me as I watch his lips wrap around my skin and suck, as if it’s the most fascinating thing I’ve everseen.
“Addison,” he growls as he steps forward slightly. My eyes come up to his and we once again find ourselves locked in a stare. He lowers my hand from his lips but doesn’t let go. Instead, he uses it to pull me up against him. “You’re killing me. I need you. I need you so fuckingbadly.”
I want to say something along the lines of no but when I open my mouth nothing comes out, instead Blake uses the opportunity to lean forward and capture my mouth. He kisses me gently to start with as if he thinks I’m going to pull away. He obviously doesn’t realise the effect he has on me, because now he’s kissing me there’s no way I can stop him. When he feels my body relax into him, he starts exploring my mouth like it’s the first time we’ve kissed. Our tongues collide and dance together as we remember how good this is. Moans of pleasure come from both of us. He holds me so tightly against him I feel his erection pressing into my stomach. The thought of having him inside me again makes my musclesclench.
