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I gulp, then meet his eyes before I nod.
“I promise I’ll make you nice andwetfirst.” He brushes his lips across my cheek before speaking close to my ear. “I have a feeling we’ll fit together just right. Your cunt was made to be mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my knees shaking and my clit pulsing from the promise in his words. While I prepared enough cookie dough to feed the whole town, I had plenty of time to reflect. I haveneverreacted to a man the way I immediately reacted to this beautiful man holding me in his arms. So no matter what happens here, or how genuine his words or intentions toward me are, I need to come out of this knowing I took a chance. During my teen years when I’d cry to Gran because I didn’t think the boys liked me, she’d assure me that one day a man would come into town and sweep me off my feet, that we’d take one look at each other and know in our hearts that we belonged. As I grew, I lost hope in the possibility of something as crazy as love at first sight, but now, I have to wonder if she was right all along. All my life, I’ve waiting forthisman to find me.
“Please tell me your name,” I beg as he brushes his lips lightly over my skin, teasingly moving past my lips and to my other ear.
“You don’t want to come up with one for me, babycakes?”
I shake my head. “I need to know.”
He chuckles and pulls back slightly to meet my eyes. “It’s Bax,” he says, and I gasp because it’s the most perfect name. “You like that do you?”
I nod. “Bax is short for Baxter, right?”
“It is.”
“Baxter means ‘baker’.”
A grin pulls up one side of his mouth. “No kidding? I never looked it up.”
Pulling at my lip with my teeth, I sigh because this feels like destiny to me. “It’s my favorite boys name.”
“Then our first son will be Bax junior.”
“Our first son? How many are you planning?” And why aren’t I freaking out that this guy who was a stranger twenty-four hours ago, is talking children before we’ve even spent the night together?
“As many as you can give me. Daughters too. I want it all, babycakes. I want it with you.”
“Annie. My name is Annie.”
“I know.” I frown and then he elaborates. “I saw it on that plaque you have on the wall downstairs.”
“Oh, of course.”
“But I like calling you babycakes. Anyone can call you Annie. But I’m the only one who gets to give you a pet name. I’m the only one who gets to touch you and worship you and lose myself inside this beautiful body while I fuck you senseless.”
“Senseless?” If that’s his plan, I’m not sure I’ll survive the night. But what a way to go!
He does a slow and sexy nod while his blue eyes promise me a thousand orgasms. “Are you ready for me, babycakes?”
“Yes.” I swallow before I part my lips, waiting as his handsome face inches closer and closer until our lips touch and my body ignites, my belly coiling tight with need as his tongue pushes and slides against mine. I struggle to keep my knees locked to remain standing. His mouth is transcendent.
Intensifying the kiss, he groans and slides a hand into my hair. The sound of his enjoyment and feel of his fingers on my scalp has my nipples pebbling and my heart pounding. He takes total control, pulling my head back to force the exact angle he wants to aggressively ravage my mouth.Oh God.Everything about him is over-the-top fantastic.
“Bedroom.” His voice is a soft rumble against my lips as he pulls the tie from my wrap dress and pushes it to the floor.
I tilt my head in the general direction, unable to speak. Then I let out a yelp when he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing at all.
Wow. He’s so beautiful. I want to keep him.
“You are the most precious gift, babycakes. I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t even remember a time in your life before me. I’ll be all you need, all you want. All that matters in this world will be you, me and the babies I put in your virgin belly.” He lowers me to my feet at the foot of my bed, his hands on my waist as he drinks me in, his eyes filled with desire and longing.
“This feels like a dream,” I whisper, afraid that if I speak too loud, I’ll break the spell and this won’t be real. “Your words, and the way you look at me, I feel…beautiful.”
“That’s because you are beautiful,” he whispers back, sucking gently on my lower lip. “Although this—” he hooks his fingers into the straps of my lace bra “—is going to have to come off. I need to see these with my own eyes.” He drags the cups down, causing my double Ds to spill out of the black lace. “Oh. Fuck. Yes.” He makes quick work of the clasp, my bra dropping to the floor as his eyes darken and he palms my flesh. “These are a blessing from the gods, babycakes.” His thumbs and forefingers work my nipples, sending shots of electricity coursing through me.
“Ohhh.”Fuck yes, indeed.If he keeps touching me, I’m going to come before we get to the good to part. “Touch me, yes.”
