Now they were making her specialty. As she stirred the mix, he moved behind her, roped his arms around her waist and bent down to rain sweet, hot kisses on the back of her neck. She shivered under his touch and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “You do that and I won’t be able to concentrate on these brownies.”
“You in my shirt already makes me unable to concentrate,” he growled, and inched his hand from her waist to the top button on his blue button-down that she’d commandeered from his closet this morning, searching for a fresh top to wear.
“Mmm…”
He unbuttoned one button on her shirt, dipping a hand inside to cup her breast, naked and uncovered. “You don’t have a bra on.”
“Why would I?”
“Good point. Just like the night I met you.”
“You didn’t even pretend that night that you looked away. You just watched me take it off, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to miss a gorgeous woman stripping behind my bar. Besides, now I have you stripped in my house. Even better.”
He feathered a calloused hand over her flesh, squeezing, then pinching her nipple as it hardened under his fingertips. She dropped the wooden spoon into the brownie bowl, closed her eyes, and pressed her back against his chest. Another button came undone, and soon the rest, then both of his hands were holding tight to her breasts, fondling them with the tantalizing mix of soft and rough that sent sparks of heat through her body and turned her panties wet. Good thing she’d tucked an extra pair in her purse before their date last night, so she had a fresh pair to pull on this morning.
“I’m going to need to keep extra undies here if you keep touching me like that.” She wriggled her backside against him. At the first touch of his hard cock nestled against her rear, she moaned in satisfaction.
“Or just stop wearing underwear around me. Makes things easier,” he said, in a hoarse voice. “Go commando on top. Go commando on bottom. Just be naked all the time.”
“We’ll never leave.”
“Fine by me.”
“Feel what you do to me, Becker.” She grabbed his hand, guiding him between her legs. With one finger, he stroked the outside panel of the cotton panties that were already damp.
“There’s nothing better than that,” he whispered in her ear, his voice turning hazy. He ground against her backside, the steel length of him hard and heavy against her.
“I know of something better, and it involves you getting a condom right now.”
He bit out a curse and gave her a quick slap on the butt. “Stay there. Don’t move.”
She didn’t entirely follow his command. She stepped out of her undies, gripped the edge of the counter, and then flattened her back so she’d be in the perfect position when he returned.
He whistled under his breath. “That’s a hell of a view.”
She looked over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face. He shook his head appreciatively, then gripped her ass with both hands, pressing into the soft flesh. He ran a thumb along the line where her cheeks met her thighs, then spread her wider.
“Damn, woman. I want to go down on you in this position.”
She wouldn’t have minded that any other time. But right now, she was aching between her legs. Wound tight with a throbbing need to feel him deep inside her.
“Just fuck me instead.”
He skimmed down his jeans, rolled on a condom, and teased the head of his cock against her center.
“Have I told you how much I love being inside you?”
“Tell me again,” she whispered.
“So unbelievably much.”
“Then please take me now,” she gasped.
“If you say so,” he said, and in one hard thrust he filled her, and she released a breath she’d been holding. It was as if she’d been stunned, with shock and desire. In this position, she felt him even more deeply than the night before. He filled her all the way up, bordering on pleasure and pain with his size. She didn’t want to move, because she teetered on that fine line. She tensed, and he bent over her, keeping still inside her. He moved her hair back gently, giving himself access to her neck. He kissed her tenderly behind her earlobe, then whispered to her, his hot breath causing goose bumps. “Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll take it slow.”
She nodded, breathed out, and let go of some of the tension she’d been holding on to in her belly. She sank deeper into a flat back, raised her ass higher, giving him more access, giving herself even less control. She liked letting go with him. Giving in to him. He could take her as much as he wanted to, because she wanted to be ravished.