Page 43 of Bake You Mine
Nothing was timid about this kiss. Had she been having dirty thoughts of her own?
He reached out his hand to a button on her jacket that had popped open. He needed to be sure every last bit of her was just as soft as the places he’d already touched. She had to be in his bed, STAT.
Conveniently located only steps away. Before Liam could pose the question, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Fuuuuuuck.
Ordinarily, he’d ignore it, but the ringtone belonged to Damon.
Liam broke away from Aubrey. “Sorry, it’s Damon. I have to take this.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek as he fished for his phone with his other hand.
He stayed close to her as he answered the call. Her breath was warm against his neck. Her left hand idly toyed underneath his chef’s whites at the small of his back. The subtle movement distracted him, and he was amazed he hadn’t dropped his phone.
“What’s up, man?”
“Sasha’s fuckboy is drunk and causing trouble. Are you gonna come show him what for, or should I?”
Her fingertips trailedfurther north.
He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the situation. Sasha had broken up with Ryan once and for all, and apparently, he had a hard time understanding the word no. “You start it, I’ll finish it. Call the cops first, okay?”
Damon conceded, and Liam ended the call.
“That sounds like a mess. You should go.”
He cleared his throat, wondering what to do about his rock-hard cock. “Could we meet up later, maybe?” He stepped out of the way, allowing her to hop off the counter.
A subtle shake of her head let him know what she thought. “Let’s keep it at a kiss. Besides, isn’t the waiting half the fun?”
That had been more than a kiss. It made his dirty dreams seem like a fucking canapé when real life was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Come on, you have to know that’s bullshit, Aubs. Our chemistry is Scoville-scale hot. There’s no need to wait.”
She stepped around him and out the door. He caught it before it swung in his face.
“You’ll have to wait a little longer to get your taste. Now go help your sister.” She blew him a kiss before disappearing into the shadows.
Aubrey was addictive. The faint smell of her perfume lingered in the air, and he inhaled the scent of her.
He wasn’t one for fighting, but he hoped Damon had the situation at Elevation sorted, because he was pissed at only getting a brief taste of what could be.
Aubrey officially held the title of biggest idiot in Port Fortune.
She fell back onto her bed, grateful her father had dozed off in his armchair with another documentary flickering on the TV.
Why had she chosen the night before the first challenge to kiss Liam? They would be forced together for hours, with little to no breaks. What happened to her battle plans?
What happened to her thoughts that Liam was nothing more than a man whore? It would be easier knowing he had a million other girls. Instead, her brain repeated that one phrase.
It’s me and you.
She groaned as she remembered the kiss. She allowed herself to fall into one of those old daydreams again. As quickly as the fantasy came, it vanished in a puff of smoke. In the end, one of them would be moving in, and the other would be moving on. She’d quickly caught on that Liam was something of a romantic. Did he mean what he said, or had he merely taken a good guess at what she’d want to hear?
Her phone chirped with a text. In her exhausted state, it took her a moment to realize it was Liam’s tone. She glanced at her phone, which was on the bed. She would tell him to pound sand unless it was official competition business.
Rather than allow her anxiety to rise, she flipped over her phone.
You didn’t have to run away.
