“Right?” I asked and smacked at his hand when he tried to take the rest of mine. “I made them last weekend, and they were gone crazy fast.”
He held my hands away and grabbed the last half of the pastry, holding it high up in the air so I couldn’t take it back. “You smell like lemon,” he said pointedly before taking another bite, silently asking what else I had made.
I pointed over to where I always left the pastries and goodies guests could snack on in pretty dessert displays. “Mini salted caramel Bundt cakes and mini lemon blueberry chiffon cakes . . . and that’s mine.”
“And it’s really fucking good,” he murmured, voice all rough and low as he pressed a slow kiss to my lips.
Bringing the twist down to my face, he let me take a bite then backed away until he was out of reach, mouth twitching with a wicked smirk.
“You’re so mean.”
“Never,” he said as he popped the last bit into his mouth, smiling as he chewed when I grabbed another and slid it closer to me.
“This one’s mine,” I said firmly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He ran a hand through his still-slightly-damp hair from his shower, then gripped the edge of the island, muscles rolling and twitching as he held himself up and distracting me completely. “The rooms are ready and the outside’s done. What can I help you with?”
I tore my stare from his arms and tried to think, but my thoughts were on him and his body. The way he looked when he held himself above me and how hard he’d made me come that morning before we’d ever left our bed.
“What?” I finally asked, and looked up to see a knowing grin mixing with his heated stare as it searched my face.
“What’re you thinking about, Savannah?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
A grunt of disbelief sounded in his throat.
When he pushed away from the island, my heart skipped a beat before taking off—all wild and merciless.
When he rounded my side of it, my stomach dipped with heat and anticipation.
When he slipped up behind me again, large hands curling around my hips and gripping the top of my pants, a flash of need rolled down my spine and had chills raising along my skin.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked as he started pulling my pants over my hips, dragging my underwear as he went.
“You,” I said on a breath, my head falling back against his chest. Pushing back against him when I felt him harden beneath his jeans. “This morning.”
His fingers gripped my leg for a moment at the reminder before he slowly trailed them back up and dipped them between my thighs.
A shuddering breath tumbled past my lips, and my eyelids fluttered shut . . . just as the front door opened.
“Are you fucking kidding?” Beau ground out and hurried to pull my pants back up from where he’d left them just above my knees.
I struggled to catch my breath when my heart and body were all over the place, then hissed a curse when I realized who was coming our way. “Shit, that’s my fault.”
Beau’s fingers dug into my hips as his forehead dropped to my shoulder. “I’d make them leave if I didn’t need him.” A groan that was all kinds of frustration sounded from behind me as he moved away, whispering, “Later,” as he did.
“Looking forward to it.” I met his stare, all carnal need, and prayed I didn’t look half as flushed as I felt when Sawyer and Rae entered the kitchen.
“You can’t really expect me to let her come over without me, all things considered,” Sawyer said with a shrug.
“I only called her for a reason,” I said, pointing at Rae. “And I still can’t believe y’all got married without telling me. You assholes.”
“Which is why she isn’t here alone.”
“I’m pretty sure I hate both of y’all,” I continued even as I grabbed a couple Danish twists for them.
“You have your tools?” Beau asked after he finished turning the music down, eyes narrowed on Sawyer for the interruption. “I can’t get a spigot out back to stop leaking.”
Sawyer looked at me as if gauging what I planned to do with Rae before sighing. “Yeah, give me a second.”
I slid one of the twists toward Rae, then started setting up some of the others exactly how I wanted them in the display case as she slowly started toward me. “So, how long do you think you’ll hate us? Because Emberly said ‘forever.’”