Page 6 of Baking with Bryan

“Good.” He leans in, and I hold my breath as his lips brush mine.

This is different.Please don’t stop.I part my lips beneath his, and he groans. The vibrations spread through my body, hardening my nipples and turning my damp panties into a slip-and-slide. Increasing the pressure, he snakes out his tongue, caressing the seam of my lips.

I part them, whimpering when he enters my mouth and the taste of bittersweet chocolate, and Bryan dances along my tastebuds. I lean into him, and he squeezes my hips and pulls away.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

The words obliterate the contentment swirling inside my chest.

“Why?”

“Because it’s us. It’s not what we do.” He squeezes my hips. “For good reason.” Pushing me away, he takes a deep breath. “I can’t mess this up.”

“Why can’t it make it better?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Blinking, his expressions shutters. “I won’t ruin this.”

“Maybe you don’t get to make that call.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Nor?”

The words of protest die on my tongue. If I have to force it, why would I want it? Meeting his gaze, I see the longing mirrored in my soul. This is fear talking, not emotion.

I step closer and watch his eyes dilate and his breathing increases.

“You don't really want to stop. You’re scared.” I place a hand over his heart and feel the rapid thumping.

“I am, too. But we’ve waited enough.” I rise on the balls of my feet, slowly giving him time to pull away.

Our lips meet, and he releases a guttural moan that makes my body shake and the walls of my womb flex. He lifts me up, placing an arm under my ass and cupping the back of my head as he secures his mouth to mine. His tongue invades my mouth, and I bury my fingers in his hair as the passion between us rekindles.

Unrestrained, he devours me like a hungry wolf. I wind my legs around him and rock my hips against the bulge forming in his pants. He groans, and I whimper at the friction easing the aching throb in my center. I tug his hair. He thrusts against me, making me gasp.

“Nor. If we keep this up, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Don’t,” I rasp.

He stills. “Be sure. We can’t take it back once we cross that line.”

“Don’t you think it’s time?”

Time freezes. He stills, and I hold my breath. If he turns me down now, I won’t try again.

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Bryan

Straining against my jeans with Nor’s lithe body wrapped around me, I struggle to think with the head above the belt. Her eyes are blown, and her lush pink lips are parted and slightly swollen from our kisses. Pride and lust mix as I take in her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. I don’t want to stop here.

Her in my arms feels like an irrevocable step, not a sudden detour. It’s exhaling after an eternity of holding my breath. Tilting my head down, I lick her lower lip. She opens wider like a good girl, and I know I’m completely lost in the magnetic pull of Nora Shore. Closing my eyes, I savor the taste of bittersweet chocolate on her tongue. I suck the pink muscle into my mouth, and she makes a needy sound in the back of her throat.

Rocking her hips faster, she unleashes a sexy vixen I hadn't realized existed. Enchanted by the rightness of our bodies and mouths working in tandem, I pull back as my lungs remind me humans actually need oxygen.

Spinning, I walk to the wall and pin her body with mine. “I want to see you, Nor.”

“Unwrap your early Christmas gift, then.”

“Little brat,” I whisper, grabbing the hem of her sweater.

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