He had never been so bold before. She smelled fresh and sweet, like carnival cotton candy. She tasted like sweet, ripe June strawberries, mixed with a little bit of sugar and topped with whipped cream. A loud shrill of whistling came from somewhere in the background, causing Sarah to push away. She was crimson red, but she was smiling.
It wasn't until he released her that he realized the tray of delicacies had been upended and was on the floor. He ran a hand through his hair, grinning sheepishly.
"I guess I should make you some more."
"Looked like you were making her fine right there!” a feminine voice shouted from inside the apartment.
Sarah blushed, returning big, soft brown eyes back to him.
There would definitely be more kissing like that in the future. In the near future, if he had his way. He could still feel her incredibly soft lips on his, thick locks of soft, silky brown hair bunched in his fist. He could definitely use some more of her!
"Listen, you don't have to make any more ... unless you want to, of course.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to avert her face until she stopped smiling like a schoolgirl. Never before had a man affected her as he had. It was embarrassing. It had only been a week since she had first seen him, but she had been fantasizing about him. She would lie in bed at night, listening to the soft strands of music sift through the ceiling down to her, hoping and praying that he didn't have a woman with him, because she wanted to be that woman.
"Oh, I want to.” He bent down to clean up the scattered pastries from the carpeted hallway. Sarah joined him. “So, wild night with the girls?"
"Um, yeah.” She placed the tray on his knee and began scooping up the flaky mess. “We get together to plan the ... thing."
He leaned closer, bringing his face within kissing range. “What ... thing?"
"It's a...” she swallowed her words at the nearness of his mouth to hers.
"Yeah?"
"A bake-off."
"Oh, really. When?"
"Next week."
"Are you going to compete?"
"You gotta be kidding!” This from another feminine voice behind her, inside the apartment. She knew that voice, could recognize it anywhere. Felicity. Oh, why did she have to come tonight, of all nights?
"Oh?” Matt asked Felicity, pulling Sarah up beside him to face the woman.
"Sarah Lee? Get it?” Felicity laughed, sounding somewhere between a hyena and a baboon.
Sarah felt as if her entire body was being eaten alive by fire as humiliation swept over her.
"Well.” He straightened, looking the blonde in the eyes. “This year, Sarah Lee will win the bake-off."
"What?” Sarah gasped.
"That's impossible. That prize is mine. It always is,” Felicity said.
"Oh. Well, then. You should have nothing to worry about.” He smiled, and then locked gazes with Sarah. “It's just that Sarah's been taking lessons and if today was any indication, she's got talents she's been hiding."
Chapter 5
Sarah rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sipped her coffee. All night she had dreamt of him, his mouth on hers and his hands rubbing to the point it felt like reality. She had awakened to find her pillow squeezed in her arms.
"So, are you?” Candace tried again.
"What?” Sarah tried to be nonchalant..
"Don't give me that. Are you taking lessons from Matt?"
One look at her friend's innocent expression told Sarah exactly what she meant.
"It isn't what you're thinking."
"I'm not thinking anything. So, are you seeing him?"
"No!"
"Sure?"
"I would know."
"So, he's..."
"Nobody."
"Nobody huh? Well, I wish I could meet a nobody and have him kiss me like he did you last night!” Candace sighed. It was a sad sound and Sarah knew exactly what Candace was up to. She hoped Sarah might feel compelled to spill all the delicate morsels. When that tactic failed to produce, she went for the jugular.
"Maybe since he is a nobody to you, you could introduce us?"
Sarah tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't quite stop from twitching.
"Guess that's a no. Well, no harm in asking. Why don't you just go for the next move?"
"The next move? Candace, I barely know the guy! I'm not sure I'm ready for any more moves."
Candace laughed and shook her head. “Believe me, you are ready."
Candace patted her on the shoulder as she left the kitchen. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time. But with Matt? She had just met him. Of course, she couldn't think of sex without picturing him.
The knock at her door jerked her thoughts and sloshed a bit of her coffee over the rim.
"I'll get it,” Candace called out.
Sarah sat, staring into her coffee mug, trying to do what she had failed to do all morning, banish all images of Matt standing in next to nothing in front of her stove baking that killer cheesecake he teased her about.
"Oh, Sarah. The tall, good-looking guy from last night is here!"
"Oh God.” She closed her eyes and slowly got up. She wasn't ready for this, to face him and his to-die-for lips.
Sarah walked hesitantly around the corner, stopping as she saw Matt standing inside her apartment. He wore an odd look on his face. She glanced down, realizing she was still in her moo cow pajamas.
"I didn't know you still had company. I was ... uh ... about last night—"
"Last night?” Sensations flooded back, slamming through her as she remembered his strength as he held her and kissed her thoroughly.
Matt cleared his throat. He had practiced dozens of times what he wanted to say. He had pretty much pushed her into competing in the bake-off. He hadn't been thinking about baking when he'd opened his big mouth. He'd been thinking of seduction and pastries ... and nudity.
"The bake-off. Have you decided what you're baking?"
"Oh, haven't decided yet. Why?"
"I have a couple of ideas. Was hoping you'd like to come up to my place ... if you don't already have plans."
Chapter 6
He hadn't really expected her to show up. However, she had and he had taken the extra precaution of double locking his door behind her. Now, as she stood beside him in his kitchen, Matt couldn't stop touching her. First, it started as an accident, his arm sliding against her, his chest scraping her back, or his leg touching her thigh. God, her jeans felt plastic thin. He could feel the heat of her through them.
Then, it had become deliberate, taking hold of her arm to move her here, there, rub against her.
He gazed at her, watching her knead pastry dough, and listening as she answered his questions. She had been married. It hadn't worked out. And the more she kneaded, the more she confided. Her husband had been a prick. He also got the feeling he had taken more than just her luggage in the divorce.
He drank from his wineglass and tried to put his question into words she wouldn't take offense at. “So, before you met this guy, would you say you were the type of girl who would go for it?"
"I don't know."
"So, do you always wait until someone gives you permission before you go for it?"
"I don't know.” She looked back at the dough before her, attacking it with new vigor.
His body tightened as he watched her fingers wrap around the dough as she rolled it, squeezing, and then releasing. His heart pounded in his chest as his palms grew sweaty. All rational thought fled him as the blood rushed from his brain to other parts that were standing at full attention.
Oh God, why now? He pushed himself up against the counter, attempting to hide his huge erection. Why even try? The great bulge was barely contained and any moment now, he expected to see Sarah's eyes bulge and her to run for cover as the button on his pants popped off, allowing his manhood to spring free, begging to be grabbed the same way she was grabbing the pastry dough.
A zing ran though him as he imagined her finger
s wrapped around his cock. Hands so small, they wouldn't be able to wrap fully around him. It wouldn't matter, because he imagined what she would do next. She'd lower herself until her face was even with his cock and run her tongue back and forth over the head while running her hands over its entire length.
"Matt? Are you alright?"
Matt snapped out of his fantasy to find Sarah staring at him.
"Yeah, why?” He looked down at her, barely keeping himself from shaking with need.
"It's just that you're ... you're..."
Just then, she looked down at what he had been trying to hide. Her expression wasn't what he expected. Instead of running her eyes widened as she ran her short tongue over the same luscious lips that he wanted to suckle on.
"I ... uh...” he began as they faced each other. He never finished as he reached out for her, pulling her close. He lowered his head until his lips met hers. A zing ripped through him, his body spiraling out of control.
"Matt?"
"I'm not waiting for permission,” he murmured against her lips. His entire body throbbed from need as he deepened the kiss, possessing her. A moan escaped from the bottom of her belly as he stroked her mouth with his tongue and her back with the palm of his hand. He hauled her against him, pulling and pushing at clothing until his hands found skin, reveling in the feel of it. She writhed under his caresses, sliding erotically against his erection. The contact caused him to groan, shifting against her. Her firm breasts, hardened nipples, pressed against him. With a difficult amount of restraint, he pulled gently away from her. “Wow.” He stared down at her, gasping, eyes closed, lips plush and wet from his kiss.
"Matt?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Can you do that again?” Matt smiled down at her as he swooped in for another kiss. It began gently, with Matt well in control, until she shifted against his erection. His body was on fire as he pulled her shirt over her shoulders, and then slipped his hands under the wire of her bra. Baby soft skin met fingers tingling from sexual awareness.
"Oh God, that feels good.” Sarah hung on, her reaction whispered against his lips. His mouth was so sensuous, his lips commanding and firm. His tongue was so long, it wrapped around hers. Images of what else he could do with that tongue entered her mind, causing her to giggle helplessly. This sensation had been foreign to her for years. Now, it zinged through her with a fierce burn, quickly consuming her. She reached her hands up his shirt, sliding over firm, hot muscles. His fingers swirled over her nipples, causing her to grab onto his biceps as her world tilted on its edge. She whimpered, leaning into him, seeking torment as well as pleasure.
"Sarah ... Sarah.” The huskiness in his voice forewarned her of what he intended to do. She felt her back pressed firmly against the counter, and heard the clatter of pans and pots as they fell onto the floor.
He swept her across the countertop, laying her out like dough to be worked over. He continued to kiss her as he stripped her out of her clothes. She felt silk slide down her thighs, her calves and then past her toes. She writhed and squirmed, bucking at the feel of his hand sliding down her midriff, to the area between her thighs. Her hands ached to reach out, to unzip and wrap around him, then bring the tip to her lips so she could taste the scent that clawed at her whenever he stood close.
She groaned as his lips found her nipples again, fingers slipping in and out of her slick heat. His thumb caressed the thick bud of her clit, going back and forth at first, then rotating her senses. He started out slowly, making love to her with his fingers, then sped up. She unzipped him, pushing his jeans lower to pool at his feet. Matt gripped her hips, swinging her around until her sex was flush with his.
He surged into her, taking her in one fast, hard stroke. He held on by locks of her hair, wrapped around his fingers, as he retracted then entered, locking into a rhythm that was tantalizingly slow and deep. He leaned down as she met him halfway, lips locking in a fierce battle to possess, to tame. Groans escaped his lips as they mixed with hers. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck, keeping at a rhythm that left her tossing and moaning his name between gasps of air that whooshed from her lungs and entered his mouth when they weren't separated.
He pulled her close, swirling against the indented line of her inner thighs where his hips met her pelvis, diving deeper, pulling her closer to the edge as he surged deeper and deeper.
She held on, her fingertips digging into the biceps that held her up, pulling her toward the sexiest cook she had ever laid eyes on. “So this was your idea of cooking?” She slightly chuckled as a wave of pure pleasure rippled along her spine, branching out into her muscles.
"You like?” His voice was huskier, so deep she almost came.
"Oh, definitely.” Her mind briefly flickered to the cheesecake, but the images fled. It was too hard to concentrate on anything other than the exquisite feeling of his cock buried deep within her, sliding in and out, stretching her to what she thought was her limit until it grew even thicker and stretched her more. She groaned and quivered as he pulled her up against him, leaning her chest against his to stand upright, butt barely touching the edge of the counter. They rode each other, grunting and gasping.
Chapter 7
Matt watched Sarah from afar as she leaned over the three-layer cake they had somehow made yesterday between two unbelievably erotic sessions of sex. He was surprised there had been powdered sugar left after what they had mainly used it for. He could still picture her lying across his dining room table, naked, except for the dusting of delicate, sweet, white powdered sugar covering every glorious inch of her body. She'd shivered under the ministration of his tongue, as it traced various routes of sugarcoated skin, licking and nipping with teeth along the way.
Never before had a woman affected him this way, where he dreamt of her every night. He'd awakened this morning; rock-hard, the scent of her surrounding him, on his skin, in his hair ... on his fingers. He could still taste her on his mouth.
"I thought you said she was gonna win this thing?” He heard Ms. Jenkins behind him. “An old lady has only so much to hope for—"
"What are you talking about? She took first!"
"I wasn't born yesterday. I was born in 1929. Back then, if a man had dallied in my kitchen like you did in hers, there was a wedding cake in the offing.” The old woman squinted her eyes as they locked gazes. “I know what that look on her face means. It hasn't been that long since I was last ... serviced!"
Matt turned away quickly, trying to get rid of the image. Some things weren't meant to be heard. That was one of them.
He glanced across from where he stood, his gaze landing on Sarah. It was like a magnetic pull, where every ten seconds he found himself staring at her. Sweet, soft wind blew through thick brown tresses, causing her hair to softly fall against her cheek. He groaned. He knew exactly how soft it was, could remember the texture of it, the silky strands slipping through his fingers. He could feel his blood boil and then drain to southern regions as he remembered the feeling of it the night before, over him, brushing ever inch of his heated skin. He'd awakened with a smile, only to find her gone. He'd never felt so alone. She was meant to be his, and today was to be the day.
Sure, they had only met a week ago, but he had never waited to pursue what he wanted, and he wasn't about to start now.
Damn, people surrounded her station, all wanting to taste the prize. He watched as she swept icing onto her finger and gently licked it off. He could imagine things more pleasurable he could do with that icing, that cake, that table at her station, were they alone. She would not moan, but scream his name over and over again in ecstasy. It would be music to his ears. Her little front teeth would gently nip certain parts of him as he laid her beneath him on the table, stretched out as inch connected with inch of hot skin. He would feel her heart beat against his, her breath stir against the skin of his neck. Her fingers would retrace the marks she left last night, digging deep. He nearly groaned.
She glanced up
at him, locking gazes with him immediately. Sarah, what have you done to me? he mouthed the words slowly. Normally, he had more control of himself, but this ... He was a wild dog, smelling a big juicy raw treat. He wanted, and his body clenched. He had to have. He walked over, unaware of all the eyes that were on them, on him and his obvious erection. He watched her face glowing redder as he neared.
"Hi.” His voice was gravelly.
"Um ... Matt.” Her gaze left the sizzling green of his eyes, diving south and then quickly moved back up only to stray back down again. She couldn't stop the desire that swept through her.
All that separated them was the table and the three delicious cakes that they'd baked together. He finally glanced down at what she was staring at. But to her amazement, he only grinned. It turned her on even more.
She'd left him this morning fearing any words of regret he might have said. But the look on his face held no regret. The fire in his green eyes spoke no critiques. He wanted her ... now.
She wanted him just as passionately. And in public no less! She wondered what it would be like to be an exhibitionist, free, wild ... illegal. But with this man in front of her ... it would be completely worth it. She moaned out loud before realizing she was going to do it. A cocky grin spread against Matt's delectable lips.
"Want to do something about it?"
Her eyes grew big as he gestured mildly towards the tent flaps that were tied back with nothing but string. “People will know ... I can't. I can't do it here."
"Too bad.” His voice, already low, dropped to an unbelievably lower octave. “You would have really enjoyed it. Especially with the cakes.” He swept his tongue over lips that begged to be kissed.
"I'm not that type of girl.” She looked down, embarrassed, but Matt could tell just how turned on she was. Her nipples stood erect against the thick shirt she wore. Her body slightly trembled as if she wanted to reach across the table and grab him. Of course, he couldn't be certain, but it was definitely part of the fantasy he was currently developing as of three minutes ago.
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