Then he did his best to make them both sweaty. He succeeded. Which meant they had to shower. Which they did together before breakfast and loads of coffee.
Londyn never had so much sex in her whole life. And there was no freaking way she was turning him down.
She wasn’t insane.
Soon enough, this assignment would be over and Londyn would be once again “single.” So, she needed to get it while she could.
She had her hair thrown into a messy knot on the top of her head to keep it out of her face while she baked, leaving her neck exposed, as well as her shoulders. She once again shivered as, without saying a word, he whispered his lips across them and up to her hairline.
Even though they didn’t quite make contact with her skin, the short wiry hairs of his tightly trimmed beard did briefly here and there. The result was an even stronger shudder as everything on and inside her tightened and squeezed.
If he wasn’t careful, she’d tackle him right there on the kitchen floor.
He pressed his lips to her neck and murmured, “What are you making?”
She glanced down at the dark brown batter, wondering why it wasn’t obvious. “Brownies.”
His lips twitched against her. “Then Gertie learned her lesson.” He stepped back.
She had no idea what that meant, but it didn’t matter since she was too busy lamenting the loss of his touch. “I figured they’d be a good excuse to go over to Kramer’s. I can check on Barb and see how she’s feeling, plus thank her for the great day we had together on Friday.”
“Good thinking. How’s your face?”
When she turned to face him, he stumbled back, wore an expression of horror and yelled, “Daaaaaaaamn.”
Londyn rolled her eyes. “Like you didn’t see it this morning when you joined me in bed. Or in the shower.”
“I wasn’t looking at your face.” His shoulder brushed hers as he leaned past her and dipped his finger into the bowl of batter.
“Hey!”
Instead of eating it, he dotted the end of her nose with it, then licked his finger. “And anyway, I know what it looks like, I was asking how it feels.”
“Did you just put batter on my nose?”
He shrugged and smiled. “Did I?”
She planted her hands on her hips. “Now you need to clean it off.”
He was wearing his contacts, so his blue eyes twinkled. “Do I?”
“Yes.”
“Or what?”
“Or else.”
His brows shot up and his eyes went wide as he yelled, “Or else? That’s fucking frightening!”
“It should be,” she huffed. She yanked up the bottom of his T-shirt, struggled to ignore his chiseled abs and wiped off the chocolate.
“Hey! That was a clean shirt!”
“Was it?” Two could play at that game.
“You are such a fucking smart ass.”
“Am I?”
His mouth made an O of fake outrage, then he exclaimed, “Wow. You’re just asking for it.”
“What am I asking for? A spanking?”
His nostrils flared and his eyelids got heavy. “Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“Liar,” he whispered.
He lunged toward the bowl again. When she tried to block him, her arm knocked into it, spilling the whole bowl of batter. “Brick!”
“You did it!”
“Because of you!”
He laughed as he swiped his finger through the batter spreading like lava over the counter, dripping off the edge and landing in thick plops onto the floor.
“Don’t do that! Grab a towel.” As she scrambled to the drawer that held the dish towels, he snagged her arm, spun her around and swiped a line of chocolate down her nose.
“Hey!” She tried to pull away. “I already showered.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should.”
“Why?”
Her eyes followed his finger sliding through the mess again. Her heart began to race. This was not going to be good. “Because you’re going to need one, too.”
He laughed again and that sound, especially after last night’s nightmare, was music to her ears.
He had the best laugh. The deepness of it encompassed the whole room. She couldn’t help but laugh with him as he flicked the batter clinging to the tip of his finger in her direction. And, of course, because he held her with one hand, she couldn’t escape.
The batter splattered her face and chest and landed on the light pink camisole she was wearing. “Oh, you asshole! This is war!”
“One you can’t win.”
“Oh yeah?”
He spread his feet and pulled his shoulders back. “Fight me.”
Her mouth dropped open, her eyes bugged out and when he released her wrist, she lunged toward the spilled batter. She gathered two handfuls, which seeped through her fingers and whipped it at him with all her might.
He ducked but most of it landed on his head and upper back, along with it splattering on the floor and cabinets. She hurried to reload her weapons and when she had two more palms’ full, she rushed him, planning on wiping it down his face and chest. Except her bare feet slipped in the slick batter and she just about did a split. Her arms wind-milled to catch her balance and she not only coated him with some of the brownie batter but also herself.
Chunks of his hair were sticking together, his shirt was a mess, his face had what looked like chocolate tears streaked down it and he was...
Smiling.
It was the most beautiful thing ever.
“Look at this mess! You’re in so much fucking trouble,” she warned him with narrowed eyes.
“You are. You started it.” He slipped past her, scooped a wad of batter and plopped it on top of her hair.
“Hey!” she squealed as the wad slid off her head and landed onto her shoulder. It felt like cold mud.
“Now you can say your hair looks like shit.”
She grabbed another handful and shoved it point blank into his face. “I think you’re due for a facial, pretty boy.”
He scraped the excess batter off his cheeks and from around his eyes, and it landed with a wet splat onto the floor. He grabbed her wrists and as he jerked her toward him, he slipped. Before he could catch his balance, he went down hard, unfortunately taking her with him. She gasped as he twisted enough to help cushion her fall. When they hit the tile, the air rushed from them both.
“Happy now? We not only made a mess but now we’re both lying in it.”
“I’m lying in it,” he corrected her.
She squealed as he rolled them over so her back, and everything else, squished into the cold batter on the floor.
“Now you’re lying in it.”
She blinked up at him. “Who’s going to clean up this mess?”
“You.”
“Mmm hmm. With your help. How come you still look good, even when you’re filthy?”
He wiggled his eyebrows and tapped a finger to his temple. “I’m always filthy. And you look fucking edible right now.”
He cupped her face with his batter covered fingers and stared down into it only for a second before licking the end of her nose, the corners of her mouth, and then kissing the batter off her cheek. Okay, more like smearing it across her cheek with his lips. He was not helping. But she doubted he cared.
“The batter has raw eggs in it. You could die of salmonella,” she murmured, but not wanting him to stop.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take since I’ll die happy.”
Her heart squeezed. Did he even realize what he said?
“But hopefully a little brownie batter won’t take me out.”
“It might not take you out, but it might clean you out,” she warned him.
He barked out a laugh. “Londyn...”
“What?” she whispered as his erection pressed into her thigh. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.
“You slay me.”
There he went
again saying that. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“It is,” he murmured, lowering his head until his chocolate-covered lips brushed over hers. “Brownies are my favorite.”
“Cake-like or gooey?”
“Oh, they need to be gooey. Soft and warm in the center. Like you.”
“Then you better test the center,” she whispered. “To make sure I’m just right.”
“I will, but it won’t be with a toothpick.”
She laughed, but quickly got serious with the way his eyes held a fire. She now recognized that look since he got it whenever she was naked and when he was determined to make her orgasm to the point she turned into a puddle of goo. Or brownie batter, in this case.
“You don’t happen to have a condom in those cargo shorts of yours, do you?” Please say yes.
“I’m like a Boy Scout, I’m always prepared.”
His lips crushed hers and she groaned into it. Partially from his comment, the rest from the way he took her mouth, taking control, digging his fingers into her hair and gripping it tightly.
Holy smokes, she loved that he was a “take charge” type of man.
She pulled at the back of his shirt and they broke the kiss long enough for her to rip it over his head and toss the damp, batter-stained shirt somewhere in the kitchen. He tugged her cami up over her belly, following it with his mouth, smearing more brownie mix where she previously had none.
But she didn’t care one iota.
He freed her breasts and lifted her just enough to jerk the camisole over her head before tossing it in the same direction as his T-shirt.
Going to his knees, he shoved his shorts down his thighs then worked the button on hers before demanding she do the rest with a growly, “Get them off.”
While she was shucking her shorts, he slipped out of his and, after digging a condom out of his wallet, both pairs disappeared somewhere over his shoulder.
There she was, laying naked on a tile floor covered in raw brownie batter, in a kitchen in a house in Florida with a man she never would have guessed would look at her the way he did.
Like he was going to die if he didn’t have her that very second.
But he didn’t rush, as much as she wanted him to. No, he took his time and once again surprised her with how soft and tender he could be. And she liked it. As much as when he was rough and demanding at other times.
It all depended on his mood or what she asked from him. Because she could ask him for whatever she wanted at that very moment and he would give it to her.
She had no doubt about that.
That realization, that exact moment, was when her heart melted.
Right there in that kitchen, outside of Ft. Myers, she fell in love with the gorgeous man who could have any woman he wanted but was kneeling in raw brownie batter to be with her.
And when he began to kiss every stretch mark on her hips, her stomach, her thighs. As he used his tongue to trace them along her breasts. As he whispered how much he wanted her and how beautiful she was. As he showed her the same...
That tenderness, that genuine caring, the way he worshiped her, caused a rogue tear to slide from the corner of her eye. She didn’t bother to wipe it away since she was afraid of smearing the mess on her face even worse. And, anyway, if he asked, she could say a little bit of batter got caught in her eye.
So, she let that tear run, along with a few more, before he took her breath away by scraping his teeth over the tip of her nipple, before sucking it deep within his mouth. At the same time, his fingers played along her pussy, she was sure finding her wet and ready.
He continued to tease her by stroking her lightly, brushing his thumb over her clit, but only for a second before sliding a finger through her wetness and even lower. He nibbled his way from one breast to the other and nipped it, making her back arch off the floor.
He lifted his head. “Give me your mouth.” He wasn’t asking or suggesting, he was demanding it, causing heat to rush through her veins.
“Come take it.”
His eyes narrowed and his grin widened, and he did just that... took it. No longer tender. No longer worshipping. But hungry. Needy. Demanding.
As their tongues tangled and wrestled, he drew his finger through her wetness again and circled her anus.
He loved ass play as much as she did. How the hell did she get to be so lucky?
She might have to rethink hating Kevin and send him a thank you card instead. Because if Kevin hadn’t been such a dick, Londyn wouldn’t be getting Brick’s.
Every second of her heartbreak was now worth it.
Brick sucked on her tongue, then kissed her even deeper as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. When he broke the kiss, he slid down her body and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her hips surged off the floor as he sucked hard and relentlessly. Until everything on her was pulsing. Her pulse, her clit, her core, every cell in her body.
He didn’t want to coax an orgasm from her, he wanted to rip it out of her.
He achieved that when everything on her seized and, a second later, exploded. Her fingers gripped his head, holding him between her thighs, as she rode out the waves crashing through her.
However, before she came down off her high, he was gone, but for only a moment.
Their gazes locked as he tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his length. They remained locked as he settled between her thighs, sliding his cock through her slick, throbbing pussy until he was there.
Right where he needed to be.
Audible sighs escaped them both as he entered her slowly, taking his time filling her. Another sigh slipped from her as he began to move.
Digging her heels into the back of his thighs, she wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him down to her. But she avoided his mouth and instead buried her face against his throat, feeling the vibration against her lips of his deep grunt that accompanied each thrust.
She licked along his pulse line and the corded muscles that were straining. But she had to stop when he rose, planted one hand on the floor next to her head and began to drive into her hard and deep. His grunts become louder, and each thrust powered by his muscular thighs slammed the air out of her lungs.
She loved when he was gentle. She loved when he wasn’t. She loved it all. How ever he wanted to give it to her, she would take it.
The last few times they’d had sex, he had fucked her until she came, then finished in her ass. And, holy smokes, she loved that, too.
But at the current pace he was going that wasn’t going to happen.
No, because his blue eyes were hitting hers and they weren’t letting go.
They were holding her captive. Trapping her forever.
Something ghosted behind his but was quickly hidden as his nostrils flared and, with a grimace, he hammered her even harder. Hard enough to push her through the spilled batter. But he didn’t stop. He gave her everything he had.
She dug her nails into his back and arched her head back, but he quickly grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
“I want you to come again,” he rumbled.
“Make me.”
It was a challenge he wouldn’t resist. “I make you, I finish in your mouth.”
Was that supposed to be a deterrent?
“Clit or tit?” he demanded, since he only had one hand free, the other still planted on the floor so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.
Like she was going to help him... “You figure it out.”
“Both,” rumbled from him as he dropped his head and captured her nipple between his teeth. At the same time, he shoved his hand between them, finding her clit and pinching it.
She bucked against him and whimpered as sparks shot from both her breasts and pussy and met in the middle, exploding in her center and shooting bolts of lightning back down.
His cocky smile of achievement turned into a grimace as she cried out his name, sank her nails into his back and tightened ar
ound him as an orgasm once again was torn from her.
Before she could even come down from her climax, he pulled out, ripped the condom off, yanked her head up by her hair and shoved his cock into her gaping mouth. He was not gentle with any of that, either.
A tear slipped from her eye at the force of his quick thrusts and how deep he went. She was afraid she might have to tap out.
But, luckily, it was only seconds before he closed his eyes, threw back his head, pumped his hips forward one more time, then with a loud, long grunt-groan combo, shot his cum down the back of her throat.
She accepted all of him and was surprised when he didn’t pull out right away. Instead he kept his cock buried in her mouth as his head fell forward and his eyes opened.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. He loosened his grip on her hair just enough so the pull didn’t sting her scalp but not enough where she could move away. “I don’t know what I like better. Finishing in your mouth, your pussy or your ass.”
His thumb wiped away another tear that had escaped because of the deepness of his thrusts. Then he slid that thumb over her stretched lips. “So goddamn beautiful.” He slipped from her mouth, but before he let go of her hair, he leaned down and touched his lips briefly to hers. “That was so fucking hot.”
Yes, it was.
As he carefully stood and she accepted the hand he extended to her, he helped her to her feet so she wouldn’t slip.
“While I agree that was hot and I’m all for a repeat performance, I now have no brownies to bring along with me when I see Barb.” Though, it was worth the sacrifice.
“You go shower while I clean up the kitchen. Then make two batches. One for them and one for me. I’ll enjoy eating a brownie later and thinking about what we just did.”
He wouldn’t be the only one. “You’re going to clean up the whole kitchen yourself?”
He captured her face and said, “Baby, that was so fucking worth it,” before pressing another chocolate flavored kiss to her lips.
She wasn’t going to argue if he was volunteering for clean-up duty. And she definitely wasn’t going to argue whenever he called her “baby.” It was a million times better than “muffin.”
“I don’t know what I like you wearing more. Those fucking red heels or brownie batter.”
She had to look like she’d been dipped in a chocolate fountain. She hoped the wasted raw eggs and vegetable oil in the brown batter would at least condition her hair. “The heels are easier to deal with.”
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