ever seen. He wasn’t picky about breasts. Any size, any color, they all made him happy. But these… these were his favorite. Ever.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he told her.
“Keep going,” she said, her voice husky.
He realized that he’d stopped unbuttoning and quickly went back to it, debating about just ripping the damned thing off.
But then she started to wiggle, and he was fine with taking his time on those buttons, so that he could watch her.
She was shimmying her dress down her hips and legs. The movement made her breasts bounce slightly, and obviously revealed even more of her gorgeous body. By the time she kicked the dress to the floor and hooked her thumbs in the tops of her panties—also pale pink and also tiny—and wiggled them down and off, Grant’s shirt was hanging open, his mouth was dry, his heart was thundering, and his cock was harder than it had ever been.
“Damn,” was all he could manage.
Jocelyn met his eyes. Her expression was sexy and almost devious as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him and had him right where she wanted him.
Well, if this was where this goddess wanted him, he was all in. He didn’t care about tomorrow or next week or, hell, five minutes from now. He just wanted this. Her.
She reached out and dipped her finger in the cake batter, then painted a swirl of chocolate on her stomach. She trailed the finger up toward her breast, but the chocolate ran out by the time she got to the glorious mound. She reached for more batter, then made Grant the happiest man on earth. She leaned back onto her other elbow, hooked one heel on the edge of the counter, and drew the chocolaty finger around her nipple.
“Take your clothes off, Grant,” she said softly, playing with her nipple, coating it in chocolate and making it pucker even tighter.
He couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. He shrugged out of his shirt, toed off his shoes as he tore at his fly, and pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.
Her gaze roamed over him, taking in every detail. “Oh my God, you are so hot,” she told him. Her eyes lifted to his. “So big.”
He grinned and stepped forward and ran a big hand up the outside of her thigh. “Ditto on the hot part. Very much ditto.”
“I’m serious,” she said, looking very sober suddenly. “You’re huge.”
“I’m a big guy,” he said soothingly. “But this will work. No worries.”
She laughed. “Well, yes, I’m sure it will.”
He lifted an eyebrow. Okay, so she wasn’t worried about his size exactly. She was a tiny woman, and he was a big man, if they were talking averages anyway. But hey, maybe the guys of Appleby, Iowa were well endowed.
“But you’re going to have to do a little extra work first.” She quirked an eyebrow. Then handed him the bowl of cake batter.
Oh, he liked this girl a lot.
He took the bowl with a little growl. “Lie back, Jocelyn.”
She took a quick, deep breath, and shook her head. “Yes, sir.” She eased herself onto her back.
Her blond hair spread over the work surface. He was sure there was going to be flour and sugar in it when she got up. But she was going to be a lot messier and stickier than that before he was done with her.
He let his gaze take in every inch. He ran a hand over her stomach, causing her muscles to clench and her to suck in a breath. He spread the chocolate swirl she’d drawn into a messy smear of sticky brown. Then he lowered his head and took a long lick.
It was delicious. But that had everything to do with the silky, hot skin underneath. And the moan that it elicited.
“Grant.”
His name was breathless on her lips and he fucking loved it. He followed the chocolate trail up her stomach, over her ribs, and to the lower curve of her breast.
She was already wiggling and her fingers slid into his hair.
“So, the way I understand what you need, is that I have to make sure you’re nice and hot and wet and slick so that I can ease into you without any trouble,” he said against her breast, before swirling his tongue around her nipple.
“Grant… yes…” Her head moved back and forth on the tabletop.
He really liked how easy it was to get his name out of her.