She gave him a sly grin that made his cock harden. “Whoopie pies.”
He lifted a brow. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. You know what they are right? Chocolate cake sandwiches with cream in the middle.”
“I’ve maybe seen them, but I’ve never had one.”
“Oh, well, just wait.”
“I will. But only because you’re sexy as hell when you’re baking. And in that apron.”
She gave him a sexy smile, then got to work.
She beat the butter and sugar together, then added the egg. She slowly added the dry mixture and the buttermilk mixture into the bowl in small alternating batches, scraping the sides of the bowl down periodically. Finally, the batter was well combined and smooth.
She shut the mixer off and then blew out a breath and looked up at him.
He leaned in. “Now we have to taste test it, right?”
Jocelyn dipped her whisk into the bowl, then lifted it to her mouth and took a little lick.
Watching her tongue run over the curved metal of the whisk made Grant’s body tighten. And his smile grow. He liked Jocelyn flirting and teasing.
“Oh no, I need to feel your tongue on me.” He dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and then lifted it to her mouth.
She obediently moved the whisk out of the way and opened her mouth. He set his finger on her bottom lip and she closed around it, sucking lightly, then flicking her tongue over the tip.
His nerve endings lit up. Just that one little graze of her tongue and he wanted it all over his body. Some places more than others, of course.
He pulled his finger from her mouth, cupped the back of her head, and brought her in for a kiss. He didn’t go slow. He opened his mouth on hers, running his tongue over her bottom lip where his finger had been a moment ago, then sliding in deep along hers, tasting the chocolate and the sweetness that was all Jocelyn herself.
She arched close, her hand going to his cheeks and holding his face as she met him stroke for stroke.
He reached to bump the bowl of batter to the side and then lifted her to the island, stepping between her knees, all without breaking contact with her mouth.
She seemed perfectly fine with the change in position. Both of her arms went around his neck, and she welcomed him into the V between her legs, tightening her knees on either side of him.
He reached for the bow at the back of the apron, pulling it loose, and then separating from her only enough to whip the apron off over her head. But he took her mouth again immediately after the pink frilly thing was gone.
He ran his hands over her body. He wanted to know every curve. He wanted to know which spots made her gasp, which made her moan, which made her arch closer, which made her beg.
Especially the ones that made her beg.
She was already arching closer and moaning. Her hands were also roaming, and Grant felt them run up and down his back, over his ribs and then to the front, where she slipped them under the bottom edge of his shirt and onto bare skin.
He sucked in a breath as her palms glided over his abs and to his chest. Her hands on him were heaven and hell. She seemed to want to explore thoroughly, and his skin felt like it was burning.
He wanted some of that action too. He found the zipper on the side of her dress, grasping the tiny tab and pulling on the delicate fastener. The bodice gaped, and he tucked his finger in the front and tugged it down, freeing her breasts.
He tore his mouth from hers, needing a good look at her. She was panting, her mouth shiny and pink from his. Her pupils were dilated as she blinked up at him. The bra she wore was also strapless and pale pink, nearly matching her skin. It wasn’t completely sheer but her nipples were darker and he could see the stiff points against the thin fabric. He ran a thumb over one and she gasped.
“Need this off too,” he said gruffly.
“Need this off, then,” she said, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.
His fingers went to his buttons, his gaze locked on hers. She reached behind her for the hooks on her bra.
She got done first.
The pale pink silk dropped away from her body, revealing the most perfect breasts he’d