Page 129 of Falling Offsides

Holy mother of all fucking visuals.

I swallow, putting the whisk down on the spare parchment and grabbing the prepped piping bag. My arms relocked around her, my front pressed to her back. And yeah, it’s torture. Every wiggle of her hips deepens her breaths. Every roll of her toes that has the curve of her ass rubbing up and down my aching bulge.

“Fill it up.” The command is hoarse and short.

Courtney nods, using the spatula on the side to sweep the meringuemix into the bag. Her hands are shaking so hard that it’s going all over the back of my hands.

Tightening my arms around her waist, I step completely flush to her at the same time as she wriggles deeper into me. The move doesn’t steady her one bit.

A shallow gasp vibrates through her body when I pin her to the edge of the counter, turning into a whimper as I bury my face in her hair and inhale her scent all the way into my lungs.

The sweet burn never gets old.

Same way the drum of her erratic pulse colliding with mine always lights me up. A push and pull that accelerates the heat of her scent taking over my lungs into an all out inferno pounding through my veins.

“Like that, Snow? When I suck you all the way into my chest?” The spatula drops from her hand into the bowl, and as I twist the bag shut, I pull another hit of her until my lungs are so full, they might burst.

I hold it in, savoring every nuance. I can’t get enough of her.

“I fucking love living inside here.” I skim my lips along her temple. “Inside your thoughts…”

Her head tips back on my chest. Tight face freckled with the mixture as wide eyes flash to mine. All shades of blue swirling together, begging me to kiss her like they have been all damn day. Problem is, the moment I do, I won’t be able to stop. And I need her to be on the same page. I need Courtney to be ready for me.

“Auguste,” she murmurs—breathy and needy.

“Finish up, Court,” I say, taking each of her hands in turn and wrapping them around the bag.

“What are you doing?” The choked sound of her voice along with the visual of the spattered mixture on her face is doing things to my body that make it impossible to control the urge to rock into her.

When I do, her hips rotate, grinding her ass into my hard cock.

“Helping,” I reply past the thick clench of my throat.

I move the baking sheet in front of us and cover her hands with mine while she pipes puck sized disks. She’s shaking. I’m shaking. The disks are turning into scrappy blobs by the time the bag is empty and it’s just my sticky hands clasped around hers. A whole lot of need twisted around us, and the unrelenting urge to taste… devour and own. To claim.

“Put it in the oven, Courtney.”

As I release her hands, she picks up the tray and with a trembling breath sidesteps me. At this point, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Except for the fact that I’m standing here. Waiting for her toreturn. I can’t even look at her. Because if I do, the whole fucking universe will combust around me.Us.

I swear to God there isn’t a single drop of blood left in my upper body when Courtney pushes between me and the counter again. This time she’s facing me and her goddamn pretty eyes are dark and feral, deep, roiling pools of lust pulling me under.

“I need you to kiss me now,” she says.

“Cour—”

She silences me with her warm, sticky finger. “Let me rephrase. You are going to kiss me, Auguste Broussard, or so help me God…”

Fuck it.

We have time. Our family isalwayslate for everything.

I open my mouth, sucking in a deep breath so I don’t have to come up for air anytime soon.

“Fuck it,” Courtney growls.

Her hands grip my face, crushing my mouth to hers at the same time as my hands grip her full hips and pull her up my body. Long legs wrap around me. Bare heels pushing into my ass for purchase while her arms fold around my shoulders.

My girl’s all fucking teeth and tongue, and it’s the best goddamn kiss of my life. Her mouth is all heat and sin, and my fingers sink into her ass like I’m punishing her for every second she wasn’t mine. For every second she made me ache alone.

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