Page 74 of Seized by Love at Seaside
“For dragging out a job so you could see me?” She laughed. “Hardly. But I do blame you for making me get up even earlier than usual so I could leave before you saw me.”
“Why did you do that?” He folded her into his arms.
“Because I knew that if I was alone with you I’d have a hard time saying no when you asked me out. And I also knew you’d see that on my face, or sense it in my vibes or something.”
He nuzzled against her neck, drinking in her sweet floral scent. “I do love your sexy vibes.”
She threw her arms around his neck and went up on her toes, striking his favorite position with their bodies and mouths pressed together. They kissed like it was their first time, a slow, intoxicating kiss that made him want to forgo the baking altogether.
“Thank you,” she said before she pressed her lips to his again. “Thank you for loving me, for everything you do for me, and”—she shifted her eyes to the baking supplies on the counter—“for baking with me.”
He forced himself to pry his mouth from hers, and she giggled as her eyes dropped to his arousal.
“We’d better get cooking before I bend you over the counter and have my way with you.”
“That’s number thirteen on my Naughty-Places list,” she said as she dragged her finger across his jaw.
He cursed under his breath. “How am I supposed to function withthaton my mind?”
She smiled and said, “I could say the same. Are you sure you want to do this? You said you couldn’t watch me film, that it was too hard.”
“I realized while I was talking with your father that I needed to cross this line. It’s the only one we have left, so let’s do this.”
“Only one? I can think of a dozen or more.” She raised her brows.
“Really, Lizzie? That’sall? Baby, I’m going to show you lines you haven’t even thought of yet.” He lowered his lips to hers in a kiss that left his entire body throbbing. “I meant lines relating to your webcast.”
“What if I can’t do it?” She bit her lower lip nervously.
“What do you mean? You do this several times a week.”
“I’ve never had to seduce a camera in front of you. It’s embarrassing.”
He slid his hand to the nape of her neck and brought her in close again. Man, he loved her. “Not half as embarrassing as it is for me wearing an apron while fully aroused. Together we can do anything. Haven’t you learned that yet?”
LIZZIE WONDERED WHAT she’d done in life to deserve to be this happy. Blue had put on black-framed glasses like the ones she wore and a baseball cap. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she thought her viewers were probably mostly men and might not like watching a guy. Then again, what did she know? Maybe they would.
She and Blue laughed the whole time they baked, and she found she didn’t like him seducing the cameraat all. It made her even more jealous than she cared to admit to herself. She’d never been on the other side of the fence, and now she understood why it had made Blue’s skin crawl. She had the urge to stand between him and the camera, so women wouldn’t see his gorgeous biceps and chest peeking out from the apron, or the hard planes of his back, and want him the way she wanted him.
He moved with confidence, every muscle coming to life with the smallest of motions, and that made him even sexier as he stirred the frosting they’d made.
“Everyone knows you need a taste test,” he said in a husky voice as he dipped his finger into the frosting and brought it to Lizzie’s mouth.
As he slid his finger into her mouth with a scorching-hot look, her body smoldered from the inside out. She swirled her tongue around his finger as she dug her own finger into the frosting, then stroked it over his lower lip, following it with her tongue. She nibbled at his lip, making him groan before stepping back and bending over to take a tray out of the oven. She sensed his heat before she felt him press against her. It took all of her focus not to let on to the camera that she was suddenly madly aroused.
She set the hot tray on top of the oven and turned a seductive gaze to the camera while she fanned her face. “It sure is getting hot in here.”
Blue moved beside her again, dipping his finger into the frosting and sucking it off with a look that could melt steel. She narrowed her eyes again, this time taking him up on the obvious challenge. No way was he going to do a better job of seducing the camera than she was.
She stuck three fingers into the frosting, eyeing the camera, and said, “There are so many good uses for frosting, and as we all know, it’s the little lusty surprises that bring us the most pleasure.” She slid her hand beneath his apron, knowing that all the audience would see was her hand disappearing below the counter.
Blue’s chin dropped to his chest as he uttered a curse.
“Why, it looks like my baking partner is having a hard time.” She picked up the towel from the counter and wiped her hands. Blue’s gaze burned through her, filled with wanton desire she could practically taste—andoh, how she wanted to taste him!
“Let’s see those big, strong arms in action.” She turned her eyes to the camera again. “Watching a man in the kitchen is such a turn-on, isn’t it?”
She handed him the spatula. “You spread the frosting, and I’ll—” She dramatically dropped the towel to the floor. “Whoops!” She bent over in front of him.
