Page 119 of The Alpha and the Baker
“Oh, nothing,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Just silly stuff.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. “I like when you’re silly.”
“Funny, I like when you’reyou.”
He didn’t quite blush, but he sent me a sheepish smile that never failed to make my chest bubble up with fierce pride. I loved that I affected him so. Maybe it was egotistical of me, but I liked to think that, step-by-step, I was getting Cas closer to realizing what an amazing man and alpha he was. He had an immense amount of pressure on his shoulders—mostly from himself—but anything I could do to relieve his anxiety was a boon.
“I like when you’re you,” he murmured, his eyes going half-lidded before he leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. It wasn’t making out, wasn’t biting or demanding, but heat and tension thrummed inside me.
Cas broke the kiss, but he didn’t straighten. Instead, his lips went to my ear. “And I like beinginyou too.”
Oop, there it was.
It was amazing how we could go from a low simmer to me feeling like fire was pooling in my belly, but in the span of a single sentence, I went from amused and horny to desperately needy. Blood rushed through my veins. My nipples hardened, and my center grew wet.
I kissed him back, and this time I wasn’t gentle. I put all my eagerness and desire into it. I wanted him to feel how ravenous I was for him. I may not have been a wolf myself, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have some bite of my own.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly once we parted to catch our breath.
His eyes grew darker, and a thrill seared through me. My toes were curling in my shoes, and every one of my senses was dialed up to eleven.
“Hmmm, nothing, I guess,” he murmured before picking me up and carrying me. I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct, clinging to him. My mind went wild as I felt his erection pressing against me.
We didn’t make it to his bedroom. Instead, I felt something cold and solid through my sundress as he set me down. Blinking, I realized I was on his kitchen island. Its height perfectly aligned my slit with the length of his cock.
Fuck, it was wonderful to be unapologetically desired. There was nothing in the world like it.
“Too impatient to make it to the bed?” I teased, batting my eyes at him like I always did when I was asking for trouble. When it came to Cas, being in trouble was utterly delicious.
“Exactly that,” he murmured before capturing my lips in a kiss just as bruising as the one I’d laid on him. I gripped his arms, my legs squeezing him even tighter, and if I didn’t have avisceral craving for him to be inside of me, I might have stayed like that forever.
That was the thing, though. Ialwayscraved him inside of me. Always craved that connection between us.
God, I was so in love.
“Besides,” he murmured when our mouths were free. “This is where I usually eat delicious things.”
“I—”
He sank down onto his knees before me.
Oh, God, yes!
Some men didn’t like eating out their partners because they were shitty, selfish lovers, and that some men didn’t like to do it because they found it too effeminate—too submissive. But I would never get that because there was something so utterly intoxicating about Cas undoing me so expertly with just his tongue. I loved the way he grabbed my thighs and mademe take it, pushing me into overstimulation because there was no escape from the pleasure he gave me.
But that small flicker of insecurity rose up in my brain, and I clenched my thighs together, and the fizzing, churning lust inside me dulled a smidge. “Shouldn’t I take a shower first? I’ve been sweating in the sun all day.”
The way Cas’s eyes burned as he looked up at me stole what little breath I had. “I may not be an expert cook, but I know all the best recipes need seasoning.”
Oh.
My.
God.
I was gobsmacked, genuinely gobsmacked, and it must have shown on my face because Cas stood and wrapped his arms around me.
“We can take a shower if you’re not comfortable,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head as his strong bicepssqueezed me just enough to feel supportive. Encouraging. “I never want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
