“Kiss every part of you until I can bury this deep inside you, you mean?” he asked, taking my hand and holding it against the front of his pants. “This is what your little shorts do to me. We aren’t even going to talk about how much I want to pull one of those beautiful nipples between my lips and swirl my tongue around it.” His hips thrust against my hand, and the air snapped and crackled like a summer storm over the lake.
“I—I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered without dropping my hand. He was hard, huge, and his dick jumped every time I caressed it. Brady didn’t have an averageI want to get lucky hard-on, either. This was the hard-on of a guy who had spent a lot of frustrating nights alone. He just wanted the woman he’d been dreaming about to finally open up to him, both her mind and her legs.
“Say you’ll accept my apology so I can kiss you again. Here, where no one can misconstrue what is going on as anything but what it is.”
“What is it?” I asked breathlessly while his lips traveled down the length of my neck to my collarbone.
“A man tired of waiting for a woman to realize she’s the only one he’s wanted for six long years, but respects that her place of business is not the place to show her that.”
“I accept your apology,” I moaned when he nipped at the skin near the edge of my tank top.
He growled somewhere low in his throat before he pinned me up against the wall with his hard body and buried both hands in my hair. When he tipped my head to the right, his hungry eyes filled with a fogged passion that could no longer be denied. His lips stole the breath from mine in a fierce pounce. Before I could suck in another breath, he pried my lips open and pushed his tongue inside to swirl through my mouth with the ferocity of a summer tornado. He was lit up with desire, and all I could do was hang on or risk getting sucked into the eye of the storm.
His hand slid from my hair and down to rest at my waist. The tremble of desire rocking his body told me how hard it was to hold back and keep his hand there. He wanted more, I could tell, and when I wrapped my arm around his neck, his hand slid down to cup my hip. His fingers kneaded it while his tongue kept my mind tied up in the sensation of velvet. When I moaned, his competing moan filled the room again, as though he was waiting for me to go first before he voiced his opinion.
He pressed me up against the wall with his body, his hardness twitching against my stomach, and both hands holding my ass like a prized possession. I swear he wanted to lift me up to wrap my legs around his waist, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold me up for very long.
“Fuck, Haylee,” he hissed, taking his lips off mine for a second to breathe. “How can you even question how incredible you are? A few more minutes of this and I’m going to come like a teenage boy. I almost welcome it if I’m honest. It’s physically painful to be this hard and never get any relief.”
“There are ways,” I said, my brow up in the air as he held his forehead to mine. “There are things you can do to relieve the pain.”
His hips thrust against my stomach again, and he moaned in a way that made me seriously worry he was going to come like a teenage boy. “I know the ways. I use the ways frequently after spending eight hours a day with you wearing those tight bakery pants over this sweet ass,” he said, his hands caressing it again. “But the pain remains. Making myself come relieves the physical pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the emotional need to be with the person you desire the most.” His sharp intake of breath made my nipples go hard under my shirt. “I can’t believe I’m holding you up against the wall telling you how much I’d rather fuck you than masturbate.”
I couldn’t decide if the moan that filled my head was mine or his. I wasn’t sure it mattered. We both wanted the same thing. I had to decide if I was willing. I had no doubt he was. His lips were back on mine in a hungry dance of lust, longing, and six years of pent up sexual frustration. A girl can have her cake and eat it, too, right?
“Would it help if I told you that when I come alone, your name is on my lips?” I asked.
His dick jumped against my hand again at my words, and his growling moan filled my head when he nipped at my collarbone like a starved man. Before I could react, his tongue trailed along the edge of my breast to dip into my cleavage.
“That doesn’t help. Now I’m just picturing that in my mind. Please don’t tell me about all the other guys you’ve been with lately. I will get possessive.”
Laughter lifted my chest until his nose was buried between my breasts. “I haven’t been with a guy in years, Brady. I don’t sleep around, and as I learned this past year, it’s challenging to find a guy who’s interested in these hips and this ass.”
His teeth nipped my breast and drew a sharp hiss from my lips. “It wasn’t that challenging, baby. I was standing right there, but you were too blind to see it. Do you finally see it?” he asked, tugging me toward him by my ass.
“I feel this,” I said, caressing his dick with my knuckles. “I don’t understand it, but I feel it.”
He pressed his full weight into me until I was up against the wall again. His nose was buried in my neck, and his breathing was ragged. “What’s to understand? Everything about you is a fucking turn on, cupcake. From your brain to your beauty, to your—”
“Brawn?” I asked sarcastically, seeing where it was going.
“No, to your baking skills and business acumen. I can bake, but you create. I have learned so much working for you, and that’s the only reason I passed the master baker test. We both know it. All of you, every part from your inability to see how fucking sexy you are, to the self-conscious way you try to hide this ass under a chef coat that is way too big, to the way you pretend like you don’t want to fuck me, is a turn on.”
“Maybe I don’t want to fuck you,” I said haughtily.
His lips were on mine before I finished the words, and his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, giving me an ample idea of what he wanted to do with his steel hard-on.
“Your lips tell me otherwise,” he said, lifting his off mine to speak. “Your lips, and these gorgeous nipples,” he said, strumming one with his thumb, “tell me you want me to take you down to your bedroom, spread you out on that bed, grab this ass and bury myself inside you until we both find the completion we didn’t have until we found each other.”
“Your self-confidence is astounding,” I teased, bracing my hand on his chest, so I didn’t grasp ahold of his dick and start caressing him again. That was something I could get used to, and I most definitely should not get used to caressing him.
“And yours is absent,” he whispered, his brow raised for a moment until he dipped his head down for a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to find it and bring it back.”
“Self-confidence has to come from within, Brady,” I reminded him, even if my voice was breathy.
“You will be coming from within, Haylee. And when you’re done, and those muscles relax, you'll notice your self-confidence has fought its way back to the surface.”
“You really think taking a ride on your pole is going to do all that?”