Sweet Curves (Sweet Enough to Eat #2) - Mila Crawford ,Aria Cole Page 0,9

the front door, untying my apron as I went and shoving it behind the pillow on the sofa before swinging the front door wide.

“Hi!”

His hands cupped my cheeks, coming in for the kiss instantly. Long and slow, he parted my lips, the taste of him on me already more than I could freakin’ take.

“Hello, to you too.” I sucked in a breath when he finally pulled away, tingles firing off in every part of my body.

“Hard at work making my namesake?” He slipped the pad of his thumb down my cheek and then licked it. “Mm, tastes delicious already.”

I flamed with embarrassment. “I’m the messiest baker, even grandma used to laugh at me.”

“You’re the most adorable baker,” his arms came around my waist and hugged me to him as he kicked the door of my apartment closed behind us. “Talking to you on the phone every night before I close my eyes and first thing in the morning is pretty great,” he referenced our multiple times a day phone calls that had ramped up over the last few weeks, “but in the flesh is so much nicer.”

“You get me in the flesh every day at the gym,” I reminded him.

“I do, all sweaty and begging me to stop.” He winked.

Memories of him doing push-ups beside me made me smile. Sawyer was a caring person, and he was training me in the same way--he didn’t bark orders like Jocko--he dropped down on the floor and worked out with me when I needed more motivation to finish my reps.

He was a godsend really, and had already pushed me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. I still wasn’t the size two that was appropriate to my mother, but my curves had more definition and I felt amazing. Sawyer had made me realize that I was wonderful the way I already was. I was starting to see my true worth and how my beauty wasn’t cookie cutter and based on societal expectations and I was finally okay with that. In truth, he kind of made me feel like a badass Superwoman when we worked out together--and that was his super power. Making me feel special and strong and worthy, every single moment we spent together.

This date tonight was our first date in a while because we’d both been so busy, and while I’d chosen to workout nights when the gym was less busy, it was growing busier and busier all the time, Sawyer was already talking about hiring another trainer to pick up the slack.

We talked endlessly while we ate the vegetable soup and casserole I’d made for us, and then came time for the unveiling--my back to him, I returned to the table slowly, nerves eating up my stomach as I looked over the delicious concoction I’d made--a combination of warm and sweet flavors, honey and cinnamon and a dash of powdered sugar to bring out the flavor of the blackberries sprinkled at the edges of the plate.

I sucked in a breath and turned, avoiding his eyes as I placed the dessert on the tiny table.

“Whoa,” his eyes grew huge. “That looks incredible.”

Before I could sit, he hauled me down on his lap and kissed me softly, his hands trailing my waist and thighs, skimming sensitive spots and making me groan in eager pleasure.

“I can’t wait to try a taste of your specialty.” He picked up a spoon, dragging it through the first bite and teasing it at my lips. I shook my head, too nervous just waiting for him to taste it for the first time.

He plopped it in his mouth, eyes closing on impact before he chewed and swallowed, a sexy groan falling from his lips. “Incredible.”

He took a few more bites before dropping his spoon and lifting me in his arms, cementing our lips so I could taste the honey and berry sweetness on his flesh.

We kissed with wild pleasure, his hands traveling my skin as he stood, his thick erection poking into my hot core as he backed us to the sofa. His fingers nudged under my waistband and swept at my soaked core, eliciting a riot of feelings before desperate little moans fell on my lips.

“You taste way better than that dessert, sweet cheeks.” He pulled his hand from my pants and swiped the glistening arousal across my lips. And then his lips were on mine, tasting me and sharing the sexy sweetness of my arousal and my dessert on our lips.

It was the sexiest thing I’d