Page 32 of Saffron and Secrets

I raise a brow at her. She thinks of me as sexy. “I’m definitely passionate and driven when I want something.”

My double meaning isn’t lost on her, and the way her neck flushes makes me want to put my mouth on her and feel how warm her skin is.

15

Ruby

Have you ever been pulled in a different direction? Well, as we are driving home, I can’t help but feel the energy between us hit another level. Intimate, hot, charged. This is the feeling suffocating me.

Is he feeling it too?

His green top and dark jeans show off his strong body. John’s eyes are on the road. His expression is unchanged, but when I look over his hands grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled force, I wonder if just maybe he’s feeling the same intense desire. The ache between my legs is uncomfortable, so I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pain, but it’s still there. I turn and look out the window, figuring the best thing to do is to ignore it and hope it goes away.

When we arrive at the house, my heart skips a beat. I grip my bag and go through the motion in my head—say thanks for a good evening, then go inside the house. Sounds simple enough.

But when I stand on my porch, wringing my hands together and staring into his eyes, getting lost in them, the words, “Would you like to come inside?” slip out.

Oops.

A large smile erupts on his face, and the glow from the porch light shows the lines around his eyes, making my stomach twist and tumble with nerves. A sexy guy is about to be in my house with no one else around and my bedroom not too far away. But instead of nerves, there’s a giddiness I’ve never felt before. The thrill of never having such a deep connection to a guy tells me how much I like him. He cares for me, likes me, and sees a future with me. What guy talks about marriage so openly? But for him, it was as easy as breathing. When he talks, I feel every single word he says down to my core. And the little flutter and tingle running through me let me know I feel everything back as hard.

“Is there saffron cake?” he asks with an arched brow.

His question makes me smile. “You’re in luck because usually, I’d have eaten it all by now.”

“I am lucky.” The words are bold, and I bite my lip at his double meaning. He doesn’t hold back on complimenting me. It’s refreshing and brazen, and if he doesn’t stop, I’ll rip his clothes off.

I clear my throat and open my door, feeling his presence heating my back. I give a brief tour on the way to the kitchen, purposefully not telling him where my bedroom is. It’s not that I don’t want that…because I do! It’s just if he’s in my room, I know I’ll kiss him. The more he’s in my space, the further he creeps under my skin and into my heart. Having some cake and talking will give us both a breather to make sure we want to take the next step. I know that’s what I want, and I’m proud that I’m holding back, giving him the option. It doesn’t have to happen tonight; there’s plenty of time.

I put the plate with the cake and two forks on the counter between us.

He says, “Thanks,” then digs straight in. He groans, and it’s so deep and guttural that I cough on the piece I just shoveled into my mouth. He opens my cupboard, looking for a glass, and grabs water from the fridge, offering it to me to stop my coughing.

“Thanks,” I say when I can talk again without feeling like another coughing fit will come.

“This cake is so good. But it can be dangerous. I saw the ingredients, and it’s not healthy,” he teases.

“Yeah, I should really not be having it weekly.”

He narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head. “No, eat it. I love your shape.” He uses his fork to grab another bite-sized piece and holds it out to my lips. I’m heating up as we hold each other’s gaze, and I lick my lips before I open my mouth and let him feed me.

I watch him as I chew, and his eyes darken. He nods before taking another bite for me, but I grab the fork and turn it to him, and there’s a small lift to the corner of his lips before he opens his mouth. He groans. It’s so deep and sexy, I feel it in my core. God, I got the vision of him between my thighs, groaning and eating me. The hunger in his eyes should be for me and not the stupid cake. I want him, and he wants me. So, what the fuck am I doing eating cake right now? When I could have a mouth full of him, or better yet, his mouth on me.

I step toward him and pull his head to mine so I can crash my lips into his. He doesn’t falter, instead he grunts loudly, making me crazy. The kiss turns to teeth clashing, hands touching, tongues tangling, and neither of us can get enough of the other. The taste of saffron and his warm tongue dancing with mine is the best damn kiss I’ve ever had, and when I step back, my body hits the counter. His frame is flushed to mine. I feel his thick hard cock against my stomach, and it causes a heaviness to hit my sex. If he were to touch me now, he’d find me wet.

His hands grab my head, tilting mine, and he kisses me as if this is the only night we’ve been given. There has been too much passion and emotion swirling between us in the last few weeks, so now it’s all coming out. He grunts again and my thighs quiver, the anticipation almost causing tears to form. I haven’t been with someone in a long time and this passion is something I’ve missed. But this connection, though…I’ve never had this before and I bet with one touch, I’d crumble.

Our kiss slows, so we can catch our breath. I inhale his scent, and he does the same. The swap in the air adds to my already intoxicated state; I’m drunk on him. I only had two glasses tonight with dinner, so that has disappeared, but he now consumes me.

He pulls back, but I keep my eyes closed, sucking in fresh air and waiting for the next kiss. “You’re so sweet, and the mix of cake and you is a damn lethal combination.” The touch on my lip from one of his fingers dusting along my bottom lip is causing me to not be able to think anything rational. I can only wonder how I can spread cake over my body and beg him to eat it off me.

“Mm,” I mumble incoherently.

He keeps his finger running softly over it as if he’s fascinated by it. I stay upright, thankfully, from being wedged between the counter and him, but when he lifts me unexpectedly, I squeak, opening my eyes from the sudden movement. The cold counter on my body and the loss of contact cause me to shiver.

I wrap my legs around his middle and bring my sex flush against his bulge. “This is a better angle.”

His face splits into the sexiest smile. “Much better. But it would be even better with you naked, laid out on this counter.”

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