Page 69 of The Alpha and the Baker
“Well, I can figure out some things we can do in that downtime.”
It was my turn to give her a particularly salacious grin. “Lucky for you, I already have some of my own.”
“Is that so?”
I let my voice drop into the lowest rumble I consciously could, which I’d noticed elevated Felicia’s heartrate. “That isso.”
I lay back on the bed, grabbing one of her pillows for extra neck support. Much to my delight, Felicia unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down those gorgeous, strong thighs of hers.Fuck, she was utterly delicious.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she shucked them the rest of the way off.
“Preparing your seat.” I needed a breather, and in my opinion, I’d found the perfect way to get one.
“You’re kidding.”
Another rare benefit of being a shifter was that if my partner got a little too enthusiastic and damaged my nose, it would heal before they were any the wiser.
“Does this look like the face of a man who’s kidding?”
When she hesitated, I sat up, resting my hands on her bare waist. She was wearing a pair of plain, gray boyshorts, but it drove me crazy how they sat on those deliciously thick thighs of hers. No wonder she became a baker, with cake like that.
“You just made a cake pun in your head, didn’t you?”
“What? No!” I lied like a lying liar who lied. And I should have known better, because Felicia was insightful enough to level me with a stare.
“You’re looking at my thighs and smirking. You’redefinitelythinking of cake puns.”
“Quick, a distraction!” I blurted before lying back and pulling her with me.
She let out a sharp bark of laughter and ended up half-straddling me. It took her a moment to fully settle, and there she was, a goddess with those devastating legs of hers on either side of me.
“You think you’re slick, don’t you?” I loved the levity in her tone. Although it felt like every cell in my body could possibly rip me apart just to get closer to her, I cherished the lightness of itall. Sex didn’t always have to be serious. It could be laughter and enjoying each other.
“I’m more interested in tasting how slick you are,” I countered with a line that would no doubt be “cringe” in any other situation, but it worked with the humor of the moment. Humor that had heat sizzling beneath it. “Your seat awaits you, my dear.”
“I…”
I fixed her with a more serious look. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but believe me when I tell you that I want nothing more than for you to sit on my face so we can see how many times I can get you to scream my name before we accidentally bleach my stubble.”
Was that refined seduction? Not in the slightest, but it did the job. A deep flush swept down Felicia’s entire body, then she slowly knee-walked up the mattress until finally, she was hovering above my face. Despite my love of her boyshorts, I gripped them on either side andripped.
“Hey!”
“I’ll replace them,” I growled, then my mouth was on her.
Heaven. It was pure heaven. I alternated between gripping her hips and encouraging her to grind down on me, and letting my hands run across her perfect, silken skin. In those moments of roaming, I reveled in the feel of her against my rough palms, almost like one of those warm, sticky glazes that she would use on her perfectly assembled desserts. I explored every curve, every divot. And oh, did Itastethat sweet release as she filled every single one of my senses.
Time didn’t matter.Nothingmattered except Felicia and the pleasure I could feel building inside her. I didn’t even have to encourage her to move her hips anymore; she did so with abandon as she gripped my hair to keep herself steady.
The fact that I could reduce this brilliant woman to a sweating, panting mess with just my mouth was a huge stroke to my ego. There was something sovisceralabout giving my partner enough pleasure to short-circuit their beautiful brain.
“Holy fuck, Cas, I’m gonna—I’m soclo?—”
She couldn’t quite get the words out. Her nails scraped against my scalp, and her thighs clamped around my head. I chased after her pleasure with her, keeping up all of my ministrations as she cried out loud enough that there was no doubt the neighbors heard it. I didn’t care. Let them hear. My wolf and I wanted the entire world to know how I satisfied my partner.
Myma?—
Nope. Not that.
