through my kitchen last night which was where I kept a big yellow envelope that I put all my weekly tips into that I then deposited into the bank at the beginning of each new week.
As the churro man handed me two warm cinnamon-tastic, ropelike pastries, I felt Jonah come up behind me. He placed both of his large hands to my hips and pressed his nose into the back of my neck. “You’re going to try my patience at every turn, aren’t you, sweet girl?”
His warm breath at my neck sent a shiver down my spine and heat to settle low in my belly.
I glanced over my shoulder and gave my most sultry smile. “You better believe it.”
He chuckled and took the churro I handed him, taking a giant bite before closing his eyes and humming while he chewed. “Holy hell, this is amazing. I haven’t had one of these in ages.” I watched fascinated by his tanned throat working as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort. He hadn’t shaved this morning, so his face held a good day or two’s worth of scruff that I wanted to touch…with my tongue.
Instead, I bit off a good chunk of the warm pastry, closed my eyes, and moaned around the perfect texture, the crystalized sugar mixing with the heated dough and cinnamon.
When I opened my eyes, he had pushed his sunglasses up and into his hair, his dark orbs blazing with desire.
I licked my lips.
“Fuck it!” He growled, pulling me against his form with one arm wrapped around my waist, locking his hand at my other side, while the opposite hand still had a hold on the churro, but that didn’t stop him.
His head tipped down, mine went up, and our lips molded to one another’s.
He tasted of sugar and spice and wet, hot, man. I dropped my churro, lifted both of my hands, and drove my fingers into his thick, soft hair. I opened my mouth farther, got up on my toes, and kissed him deep, gliding my tongue along his until we were glued together, both fighting for dominance of the kiss. For a few seconds I’d win, then he’d turn his head, growl, and take the kiss where he wanted it to go.
It was the best kiss of my life.
And it went on.
And on.
Until neither one of us could breathe and he pulled away while biting down on my bottom lip, letting it go at the last possible second with a little snap.
I gasped at the pinch of erotic sensation and sucked it back into my mouth, tasting his rich flavor on the swollen flesh. I was dizzy. Filled to bursting with excitement and the desire to do it all over again.
“You are a fantastic kisser.” He pressed his forehead to mine, and I smiled and closed my eyes, allowing the fresh air to enter my lungs and bring me back down to Earth.
“You are not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad?” He leaned back and smiled.
I cheesed out. I couldn’t help it. The man made me positively giddy. I jumped a little in my shoes and planted my hands to his hips. “Okay, maybe a little better than not so bad…”
“Mmm hmm?”
“Maybe even possibly the best kiss of my life,” I admitted honestly.
“Now that I believe since it was sure as fuck the best kiss of my life too. Now let me get you another churro.”
As we turned around the churro man had two new steaming hot churros wrapped and ready to go. The ones we’d dropped were gone and likely tossed in the trash by the same fella.
“What can I say? I’m in love with love,” the man said handing us the treats. “On the house.”
“Thanks, man.” Jonah clapped the guy on the shoulder, hooked his free arm around my waist, and brought me close to his side as he dipped his head toward my ear. “I believe we have a date with a ferris wheel?”
“Heck, yes!” I held my churro out and up toward the giant circle against the sunny horizon. “Lead on!”
Jonah chuckled but snuggled near my side and kissed my temple. “You’re a nut.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea what I’m capable of. Hope you’re the kind of guy who likes a good adventure.”
“Babe, I’m an FBI agent. Every day of my life is an adventure.”
I stopped in my tracks, churro almost touching my lips. “That. Is. True!” And it was. Law enforcement officers had no idea what they were going