Page 19 of Wild Curves
She raises her eyebrows warily but there’s a smile on her face. “I’m beginning to get that idea.”
She dips the bacon in gooey egg yolk, and as she takes a large bite, her eyes close and her lips turn up in pleasure.
“Mmmm.”
Here’s a woman who appreciates her food. She’s perfect, and I wonder how on earth I’m going to give her back after the weekend.
9
MAGGIE
My mouth is sore from laughing so much. I’ve spent the day with Arlo and my parents, and it’s been happy and hilarious. We did the brewery tour, and after lunch we hiked one of the short trails that has an amazing view over the valley.
My parents were exhausted, so they went back to my place and I came back to Arlo’s. He made spaghetti bolognaise for dinner, which we devoured while chatting easily. Now I’m making dessert while he watches me from his perch on a bar stool at the kitchen counter.
“When did you know you wanted to be a pastry chef?”
I stir the chocolate vigorously, checking for any lasting lumps. It’s got to be just the right temperature when I pour it over the blueberry mouse which is on two plates before me.
“When I was about ten years old. I used to bake with Mom, and one of my cakes won a prize at our town fair. It was judged by one of those celebrity bakers from TV, and when they gave me the prize, she told me I had a talent and I should use it. I took her seriously. But it wasn’t until culinary school that I realized desserts were really where it’s at for me.”
I take the pan off the stove top and focus on the pouring, letting the warm chocolate drizzle over the slice of mouse and then doing a zip zag pattern on the plate.
Arlo watches me intently, making my cheeks heat. I’m not used to being watched while I cook, but I don’t mind his gaze on me.
There’s chocolate left in the pan, and I put it back on the stove top and turn the heating element off. Then I spin one of the plates toward Arlo and hand him a fork.
“Voila.”
He scoops some of the dessert onto the fork, and my gaze follows it to his lips. As soon as the flavors hit his taste buds his eyes close, and a satisfied groan comes out of his mouth.
My pussy flutters at the sounds he’s making. I never knew how sexy it could be watching a man enjoy a dessert you’ve made.
Captivated, I watch him take another forkful.
“This is good,” he says between mouthfuls. “Really good.”
I’m beaming as I bring a forkful to my mouth. The flavors explode on my tongue, and I let out a moan.
Arlo’s watching me, and his eyes grow hooded. I know what that means, and my pussy clenches.
Memories of his face buried between my thighs slip into my mind. I look down quickly before he can read what I’m thinking about in my expression. I’ve never done anything so brazen before, but it felt right with Arlo.
He pushes his stool back and comes around the end of the counter and into the kitchen. He’s so much bigger than me, and his body radiates a powerful male energy. His presence is so forceful that I back up against the kitchen counter.
“Is there any more?”
But it’s not me he’s come for, it’s the dessert. I try not to let my disappointment show.
“Only the chocolate.”
He reaches past me and takes the small pan from the stove top. I left the spoon in there, and when he takes it out chocolate dribbles off the end of it.
“You want some?”
He offers it to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but if a hot man offers me melted chocolate, I’m not going to say no.
I move my head forward and open my mouth, but at the last minute Arlo jerks the spoon away. I glance up at him, and his eyes are sparkling with laughter.
