Page 66 of The Cupcake Standard

“I dream about you all the time. About touching you, exploring you. Being inside you.”

My lips parted as hope burst through my fragile barrier, knocking aside any feeble protests of wanting to protect my heart or questions about the Princess. Need flooded me, and I ached for him to fulfill his words.

“What do you say, Avery?” He hadn’t moved, just waited for my answer with his hand still on the door handle as if it were all that were holding him there.

I let the towel drop to the floor. “But I’m all wet.” And I bit my lip.

“Avery.” My name was a groan—permission had not yet been granted.

Our eyes locked as I took one step off the bath mat. “I was reading my latest romance book, about a pirate. It was very exciting, so I may have gotten carried away in your tub.”

“Avery, please.” He didn’t move.

One more step toward him. “Pirates don’t say please.”

And that was all he needed. Heedless of my dripping body, he closed the distance between us, taking my face in his hands. Our lips crashed together, needy and desperate.

I slid one finger into the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and adjusting him so his length was set free. It was impressive.

His groan rumbled through us. “I want to take my time. I want to explore every inch of you. I want to make you come over and over again, but I don’t think I can wait another second to be inside you right now.” He stared at me, all his intensity shining out of those deep blue eyes.

I smirked. “Good thing you already did that.”

He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Jerking my head over to the tub, I said, “The book made me all hot and bothered, but that wasn’t what I was thinking of when I…you know.” I started to duck my head, but he caught my chin, searching my gaze.

His lips crashed onto mine once more, asking his question around our kiss. “Did you actually come when I said your name?”

I nodded into his mouth.

“Fuck. I need a condom.” He broke away from me, turning around to dig through a drawer in the vanity. “Aha.” His jeans and boxers hit the floor as he walked back, gloriously naked as he approached me.

“Wait.” I stared at him, letting my eyes rove over every delicious inch of his sculpted body.

He paused. “What?”

“Nothing. Just actually thinking of you naked while you’re naked. A novelty for me.” I reached out to run a hand down his arms, his chest.

His cock jumped as he pushed the condom over the tip. “Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. We can move to the bed—”

I pressed my lips to his, pulling his body flush against mine. “Beds aren’t very pirate-y. Now shut up or start saying ‘arr’ a lot more.”

Desire showed in every inch of his face. He nudged my legs apart, backing me up against the wall. Unable to get the right angle, he cursed, then in a very smooth, sexy move, he picked me up by the thighs, spread me open and shoved his dick inside. I welcomed him, completely ready. My ankles locked around his back, and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as he kept one hand cupped under my ass to support me. I’d never had sex like this and I loved it. Anticipation coiled within me, rocketing me toward release.

“Shit, Cupcake, I’m not going to last long.” He thrust into me, fast and furious, hitting all the right spots.

“Me either,” I gasped out, moaning as he hit a particular spot, then I saw stars, clenching around him, over and over.

He joined me, pulsing into me. Our heavy breathing was the only sound for several long seconds before he unhooked my ankles and slid out of me. His hand stayed on my ass though, the rest of my body still pressed against him. “You’re not going to run away this time, are you?”

I shook my head, then I giggled.

“What?”

“You said, ‘Arrr you’.”

He stared at me. I laughed harder, and he finally joined me. He caught me off guard when he captured my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it in. Then he softened his mouth into a gentle kiss. “I’ll play pirate with you any time.”

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