Page 65 of Bake You Mine
“Where did you get that scar?”
His jeans fell open, and he paused, the tease that he was. She tore her eyes away from him and regarded the scar. She’d once been self-conscious, but in front of Liam, a man who made her feel desired, she felt no shame.
She ran her hand over her stomach. “It’s my reminder of Daphne’s birth. Emergency C-section.”
“Ah, I asked because I have a scar, too.” He came onto his knees. He lowered his jeans, revealing a scar from his thigh to his knee. “Motorcycle accident at nineteen.”
“How does a scar make youeven moreperfect? That’s so unfair.” She had to laugh because if she looked at his perfection one second longer, kneeling there with his jeans around his knees, she would go into cardiac arrest.
Not in a figurative sense.
He laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you. You don’t disappoint me, though. If anything, you’re more luscious in real life than in my dreams.”
Luscious,what a spectacular word.
He stood up to tug off his jeans but was back to her side on the bed a moment later. He caught her shoulder, and she rolled over and into his arms.
He laid a hand on her cheek. “Before we get into this, we need to have the inevitable birth control conversation.”
Once they’d worked out she had an IUD, but they’d still use condoms anyway, Liam rolled over and turned out the light. The streetlights and the flash of the neon sign for the sports bar across the street illuminated the room.
As their mouths came together, Aubrey relaxed against Liam. Her arms slipped around his shoulders; her leg hitched up to rest on his hip. Kissing him was so easy. When she brought her hand to his cock, he groaned and gently guided it away. His shadowed expression was somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Give a man the chance to breathe.” He kissed her temple and moved down to her lips.
Her face was tender from the scrape of his beard and kisses, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
His long fingers toyed with the clasp holding her bra in place. She let him fuss with it for a moment until her impatience got the better of her, and she undid the bra herself.
He tugged the straps off her shoulders and dragged them down her arms. For a split second, she was self-conscious again. Her breasts did that thing where they spread off to the sides instead of staying upright and perky on her chest.
Before that thought could linger, Liam leaned forward and kissed the center of her chest. “You’re beautiful, Aubs.”
She let out a laugh. “Am I broadcasting my insecurities, or are you just being nice?”
“You have no poker face.” He rested his head against her chest, and the intimacy of him lying so close to her had herinching from lust toward something like love. A feeling that deepened when he spoke. He raised his head so they were nose to nose. “For me, attraction can start with the physical, but it has to go deeper than that if it lasts. And for me and you, Aubs? It goes as deep as the bottom of the ocean.”
nineteen
The last thinghe wanted to do was freak Aubrey out, especially now.
She blinked a couple of times, her lips parted. “You’ve got me where you want me. You don’t need to lay it on as thick as honey.”
He pushed her hair from her face. “I know I don’t. I’m telling you the truth. But thanks for putting the idea of honey into my mind. Because now I want to slather it all over you. That would be a bitch to get out of the sheets.”
Laughter erupted from her. He was glad for the distraction. Because he’d been telling her the truth—albeit inconvenient—that the woman to undo him would have to be the one standing between him and the prize of a lifetime.
“You old softie, you.” Aubrey danced her fingers across his back. He sucked in a sharp breath.
Enough of this heavy talk. He should be doing something else with his mouth. He brought his lips to the outside of her thigh.
Judging by her gasp and hip arch, she liked the slow touch.He hooked his fingertips under the scraps of fabric clinging to Aubrey’s hips.
With a downward tug and a hip raise, they were done away with. He traced his hands back up her legs, wanting to touch every inch of her.
She was just as eager to claim those spoils, judging by her appreciative gaze. “You are making this a punishment, huh? Are you planning on teasing me all night?”
“No, because I’m going to die if I’m not inside of you soon.”
