Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,69
If I’ve got cheese, it’s because you’re my rennet.” He pulled me into his arms again.
I laughed. “You even know how cheese is made. You’re just full of surprises.” I pulled his mouth to mine. I brought out his cheese, I thought as I began to lose myself in his touch, his taste. I liked that. That I affected him so much.
Then all thoughts flew from my mind as he took my bottom lip between his teeth and applied pressure. My body went to liquid heat as my mind took a vacation from coherent thought.
With his hands under my ass, he lifted me up to sit on the kitchen island. He stepped between my spread knees, brought our pelvises together. We both groaned at the contact.
We got lost in each other for long minutes. Each of us pushing and pulling. Trying to deepen the contact.
I yanked away, my lungs furious for air. I cradled his head against me as he attacked my neck and shoulder. “As much as I want to shelter away from the world, we did want to do other things today,” I said as I threaded my fingers through his hair.
He groaned, the sound vibrated through my flesh. My sex. He nipped the skin just below my ear. Sighed. “I know. I know. It’s your fault.” He leaned back, kept his hands against my hips. “I’m going to want to ravage you anytime I can.”
I smiled. “That’s definitely good to know. And I feel the same way. But I also really want normal.” My smile tipped down at the edges. “I want normal and, goddess forbid, boring with you. We need to see if we can coexist in the every day parts of life. We already know we’re aces at drama, trauma, and torture.” I brushed my nose against his.
He chuckled. “Yeah. I could stand a bit less of the last three, if I’m being honest.” He backed up a step. “Okay. Let’s get you some shoes on and we’ll go to the bakery.” He helped me down from the kitchen island.
“And you need a real table.” I cleared my throat. “We need a real table. Especially if we keep hosting Amatucci family dinners.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I’d like to sit at a meal. That would be nice.”
We walked to the bedroom. I still had piles of stuff all over. I cringed. The mess was driving me crazy, but I just pushed it aside. Messy was normal and boring. I could survive normal and boring for at least a day or two.
I grabbed up some ballet slides and slid them on my feet. I wasn’t planning on cooking at the bakery. So my food choice wasn’t as big an issue. Purposefully ignoring the piles of clothing and shoes and other random stuff I’d accumulated in my life, I walked over to Ryker as he flipped through his phone near the bed.
“You ready?”
He nodded. “All set. You good?”
I smiled. “As long as I don’t think about the piles too long, sure. Let’s leave before my neuroses kicks in too strongly.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door with me.
Chapter 20 – Ryker
I held the door open as Willow walked through into the show space of her bakery. It was still cheery, if a little distant, but I think it echoed its owner perfectly.
My girl had up walls and they were unscalable unless she gave you access to the secret map. Luckily, I’d gotten to glimpse that map. And I’d stormed her battlements until I made her mine.
She’d done the same to me, thank her goddess. Boring and normal. Normal and boring. This might be the hardest test we set for ourselves, but I had no hesitations that we were going to ace this test as well. We were meant to be. The other half of the coin. And every single other cliché known to mankind about soulmates.
“You’re not actually listening to me are you?” she said, a laugh in her voice.
I grinned. “No. Sorry. Just ruminating on our awesomeness. What did you say?”
She smiled. “At some point, I think I want to have a full service bakery. A little place where people can come in and hang out. Eat delicious baked goodies. Host baking parties or other fun things.”
I looked around her space. Could almost see it come alive as she’d envisioned it. I nodded. “I think that would be a great idea. Do you want to keep this location? Get a bigger one?”