Page 36 of Bear in a Bakery
“And the bacon cupcakes.”
Ha. She’d forgotten about those. “The filling and frosting are made. Just bake and assemble.”
And reserve one to rub all over Dax’s body so she could take her sweet time licking him clean. He appeared in the kitchen as she was trying to pull her mind off that delicious scenario. The hard, sleek lines of his body only made it worse. Warmth pooled between her legs as sudden and intense arousal pumped through her. Just like that, her panties were soaked.
Dax gave her a questioning look and she didn’t even care that he could probably sense the need in her. Of all the times for her hormones to go insane. It was probably stress from Marybeth’s stunt. That, and the all-nighter she had ahead of her.
Or, maybe, it was because Dax was so damn hot and it felt like forever since he’d touched her. Since his lips had cruised her neck, or his hands hand parted her legs so his tongue...
And Marybeth didn’t want her to see him anymore? The woman clearly had no idea what kind of man-crack this bear shifter was.
“Come with me,” she snapped, pointing at Dax before she spun on one heel and headed to the back door. She didn’t need to look to see if he followed her. Every beat of her heart said that he was. Allie pushed out of the back door and made it halfway to her car before she stopped.
Turning to look at him, Allie was on the edge of a razor-sharp tension that her primal self said could only be smoothed one way.
Him.
Her nostrils flared as his scent wafted to her, her chest aching with her attempt to control her breathing. Dax observed her silently. His pupils dilated, taking up most of the amazing blue. His own breathing was coming faster, his body turning toward her as if he was trying to take up the space between them without reaching for her.
“I need you.” The words fell from her lips, followed by a sob she couldn’t control. Her lower lip trembled so she curled it inward and tossed back her hair. Damn it, she was in control of herself! She wasn’t going to let that evil woman, or her psychotic ex make her lose it.
Dax’s lips parted, his gaze falling to her mouth. “Howdo you need me?”
His cocked his head, exposing the masculine line of his neck. The ache between her legs became a demanding, pleasure-pain throb. She resisted touching herself there, just to make it go away. Dax was so fucking sexy. She wanted to climb him, to jump on and ride until she collapsed in exhaustion—and then hop back up and do it again.
No way would one time be enough to kill this ache. This raw, powerful need.
With a little groan, Allie advanced on him. She grabbed the front of his shirt with one hand and his belt with the other, pushing him downward. With the raise of one eyebrow, Dax complied and sank to his knees before her. This was crazy. It was like some sex-crazed woman had possessed her body. She just needed him. Again, and again.
Threading her fingers into the hair at the side of his head, she pulled his head back and kissed him. Dax gripped her thighs right below her ass, his fingers like bands burning into her skin. Their tongues clashed and slid against each other as Allie leaned into him as far as she could. Like she wanted to melt into his kiss; to twine her body with his.
She pulled back enough to get a breath. God, he was so hot on his knees before her. So submissive and ready to serve. Dax’s eyelids fell halfway as he gripped her hips and buried his face at the apex of her thighs.
Allie cried out, her hands gripping his head as he nuzzled the fabric that separated his amazing mouth from her skin. The tip of his tongue brushed against her sensitive slit. Even though the fabric of her red skirt, Allie felt the pleasure of his touch. Almost squirming with need, she adjusted her hips so his face fit against her thighs as his tongue swiped up and down, gently pushing and seeking until he contacted her clit. Dax blew a hot stream of breath there, before closing his lips around her mound and gently sucking.
“I need more!”
He rocked back to look up at her. The sight of him on his knees like this was nearly her undoing.
“I know you do, angel. Do you have any idea what’s happening right now?” A smile crossed his face like he was surprised and pleased and a little blown away.
“Yes, you’re about to get fucked.”
A deep sound rumbled from his throat. “Where? Where do you want to fuck?”
Her legs trembled, her pussy demanding more of his touch. Her place seemed hours from here. Going back in meant too many opportunities to be interrupted. She glanced at his truck parked on the far side of the back lot. It didn’t matter where they made love.
She just needed it now, right damn now, before her body split in half.
“God, Allie. You have no idea what this is doing to me.”
As if reading her mind, he stood and grabbed her hand, leading her to the truck where he threw open the back door. She slid inside, Dax pushing her down onto the seat as he crawled in with her and slammed the door. Bless tinted windows!
She clawed at his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper, yet managing to get them open without trouble. Her body seemed on sex-driven autopilot... like something terrible was going to happen to her if she didn’t get him inside her. Now!
“I need you,” she panted. “I need you now, right now. Dax, please, please.”
The words sounded jumbled to her own ears, but even as she pulled him closer and thrust herself at him, pressing against the erection he freed, he knew. The urges going through her were new and exciting and scary.
