Page 20 of Feels Like Love
“Why don’t we bake something, then?” I asked, feeling like I might do something stupid like touch her if I didn’t get off this couch. We’d already somehow migrated closer, both of us inching toward the center of the couch and each other. Our thighs were now brushing, shoulders touching despite all the space on either side of us.
She glanced at the clock over the stove. “I guess it’s notthatlate. But what would we even make?”
I stood and held out a hand to her. “Let’s see what we’re working with first.” She placed her hand in mine, allowing me to pull her up to a standing position.
It had the effect of trapping us between the couch and the coffee table. Her breasts grazed against my chest, and she let out a little squeak of surprise but held my gaze. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this close to her in the past few years, apart from a friendly hug. But this certainly felt like something more, especially when her eyes darkened, the pupils nearly swallowing the iris. Whether I meant to or not, I leaned in, my body pulled to her like a magnet.
The sound of applause from the direction of the TV broke the trance, and I stepped back so she could pass. I followed Wren to the kitchen, unable to look away from her hips and ass.
I can do this.I breathed through my nose, feeling more like a bull ready to charge a red cape.I can do this. I can resist the temptation that is Wren Beaudin.
It wasn’t like it was anything new. I’d been resisting that temptation for years. But I’d never been in such close proximity to her for so long. And while I’d been afraid that maybe she wouldn’t live up to the vision I had of her, she’d shattered that idea. Living with Wren had shown me that she was even more amazing than I already knew.
From inside the fridge, she said, “It looks like we have milk, cream, and butter.”
“We should have eggs,” I said.
“Oh yeah. Right.” She closed the door. “We do. Thanks for that.”
I peered into the pantry. “Sugar, brown sugar, flour, baking powder. Looks like you’re prepared.”
“We’reprepared. And mostly because you keep doing the grocery shopping.” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Chocolate chip cookies?” I asked, hoping to distract her.
“A classic, but…don’t you think that’s a littletooeasy?”
I laughed. “Well, I was trying to go with something that wouldn’t take forever like some of the bakes on the show. I got the feeling you were needing your dessertnow.”
She nodded and grabbed her phone. “You’re right. Let’s check out the GBBO website to see what we can come up with.” She typed on her phone. “Perfect. There’s a section devoted to quick and easy bakes. Come look.”
I moved closer to her, our shoulders kissing as we both peered at her phone. Every time she scrolled, her arm brushed against mine.Temptation. Resist. Resist.
“Ooh!” She stopped scrolling when she came to a recipe for chocolate orange pots. “This looks good! Fast and super easy.”
“It does. But do we have oranges?”
She riffled through the produce drawer. “No.”
“How about this?” I showed her my phone.
I’d been scrolling through the recipes and found one I knew she’d love.
Her jaw dropped, eyes going wide. “Yes. Oh yes. Yes, we are totally making that.”
I laughed, but it was strained. The way she’d said the words—all breathy and excited—had my dick just as impassioned as her words. “Do you think you can wait fifty minutes?”
“Yes…” She lifted a finger. “But only if I can lick the spoon.”
I groaned.Come on. Give me a break here! I’m trying.
But she misinterpreted my reaction and said, “What? Are you one of those people who gets freaked out by the idea of eating raw cookie dough?”
“No. Though, personally, I’d prefer not to have salmonella.”
“Oh please, the risk is minimal. Besides, it’s worth it.” She backed into the pantry and started grabbing ingredients, setting them on the counter.
“I’ll take your word for it.” I grabbed some of the others then started measuring them all out.
