Page 61 of Handling Skylar
“I’m good at negotiation,” she purred.
“Oh, cowgirl, I’m well aware of that. Let’s put it to the test.” I put one knee on the bed, and she rose up into a sitting position. “Oh, yeah, like everything else. Just a matter of coming to an…agreement.”
“Exactly, like baked goods in your store. Do you realize how many products you can make from pecans?” She scrambled to her knees, the excitement in her voice contagious.
“Our store,” I whispered, nuzzling her neck and slipping my hand over her breast, my thumb rubbing her nipple, and her breath caught as it puckered against my pad.
“Our store,” she murmured, breathless and my dick got harder.
“Right…our store.” She cupped the back of my head, her hand gentle as she caressed me.
“Mmmhmm,” I said, gasping as she unzipped my fly.
Working off my pants, she said, “Breads are popular, oils and butters, too. My cookies were a big hit. I won first prize.”
“Sky, you are a prize.”
As I reached for the buttons on that tantalizing covering, she started to bounce. “Oh, how about pancake and waffle mixes? Cheese blends, ice cream.” She got up and started jumping up and down on the bed. “Flavored nuts. Oh, pralines! So Louisiana.”
“Stop,” I said, laughing at her antics, but she dropped onto the mattress and pulled me down on top of her, giggling.
“Dips, dressings, and vinaigrettes.”
“Oh, man. I guess I’m going to have to shut you up.” I tickled her, coming down between her legs, my dick aching and hard.
I laughed as she cupped me, groaning as she stroked me. I covered her laughing mouth, and she kissed me, the passion working between us like sparks, an electrical current. Then, she tickled me, and she was up again. I reached for her, but she was slipping off the bed.
Jumping back when I swiped at her, my reach long, she giggled again. “You’re not taking this as seriously as I am.” That made me laugh, her humor was so contagious.
“Serious? Seriously?”
She put her hands on her hips and laughed, the rich sound of it permeating every molecule of air, space and time. God, I loved her so fucking much.
She gave me a mock frown, then hit the button on our stereo system. The strong opening chords for Katy Perry’s “Love me” blared out. She started swaying her sexy hips. Then, she whirled, jumping in cadence as she pumped her fist in the air to the beat, shouting. “There’s pecan pie, of course, but Samantha probably has that covered. Did I tell you I love that woman like a sister? I can’t believe we’re going to be sisters-in-law. Thanksgiving was amazing. I love you and your big amazing family! It was so kind of your mom to let me make my delicious herb and mushroom stuffing.”
I went after her, but she squealed and backed up. “You’re not participating,” she admonished.
“Sky, you’re killing me. Get back here.”
She danced into the hall shouting, “I’m still brainstorming. Get with the program!” She sang a few bars of the song, then yelled, “Samantha has cornered the pie business in town, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t give her some ideas, like dark rum, chocolate pecan, maple granola.”
“I ran into the hall as “Crazy,” by Kat Dahlia started up, but she was heading toward the back of the house, her voice raised so I could hear her. “Chocolate coconut, deep-dish, salted caramel…oooh, wait…salted caramelandchocolate. We should definitely have that for Christmas. I’m going to hound her until she says yes,” she shouted in glee. I wanted her so badly, I growled. “Oooh, the beast is getting restless, but there’s still more…um…like apple pecan, vanilla pecan, orange pecan.”
I raced for the back, too, just as the back door slammed. She was outside dancing around in a circle. Naked, I came through the door like a battering ram, and she cried out, backing up, her body illuminated in agonizing dips and curves, her hair a thick, dark, wild tangle around her head. She headed for the water. “Ooh, pecan brownies,” she squealed when I got close. “Pecan pie bars and, oh yum, pecan pie cheesecake bars…then cupcakes—big fat ones and itty bitty mini ones—the possibilities are endless.”
She backed into the water, and I stopped on the shore. “Dammit, Sky. It’s cold.”
“Oh,crimeny, you’re soSouthern,” she teased, the laughter thick in her voice. “It’s seventy-two perfect degrees, Varsity. Come on,” she taunted. “You crewed in Massachusetts. Don’t be a baby. Come skinny dipping with me, Jake the beautiful. Jake the sexy. Jake my perfect love.” I took a step in the water and, as soon as it was up to my knees, she splashed me, cold water stinging my skin. I gritted my teeth.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I grumbled and lunged at her. We went under, and when we surfaced, she was laughing like a fool. Without saying a word, I hefted her over my shoulder, water sluicing off us. I slapped her backside when she kept naming off pie.
“Ouch, baby, that feels so stimulating.” She raked her nails up my back and bit me. My knees almost buckled. I almost threw her down then and there and just buried myself deep inside her. I going to fuck you until it’s only my name coming from those beautiful lips.”
“Oh, God, Jake,” she whispered, her breathless voice making me ache. “Oh, God, yes.” She raked her nails over me again, kissed and licked my skin.
I was so god dammed hard for her. Back in the house “Storm” with Lifehouse’s perfect flair started to play, every word resonating. I threw her on the bed and finally got her pinned down, her wrists, stretched above her head, locked in my hands. I ravaged her mouth, then each puckered nipple, then the core of her until she was panting, crying out, writhing with an orgasm rippling against my mouth.
“You suck at brainstorming, Jake. But, I do like the way you…oh, God,” she breathed as I roughly spread her legs with my knee and entered her. “Negotiate.”
