Page 78 of Choosing the Rejected Mate

His fingers slip beneath my panties, finding me already wet, and I gasp.

“Mine because you chose me,” he growls softly.“Strong because you rebuilt yourself.Sweet because you want to be, not because anyone made you soft.And so fucking perfect, I still don’t know how I got lucky enough to be standing here.”

My eyes sting.“Daniel.”

“I know.”He kisses me gently.“Too many feelings?”

“Too many clothes.”

His smile turns filthy.“I can fix that.”

He tugs my panties down my legs, dropping them somewhere on the kitchen floor.Probably another health code violation.I will care later.

Maybe.

His fingers return between my thighs, stroking slowly through my wetness, and my head tips back.

“There she is,” he murmurs.“So ready for me.”

“I have been trying to finish this cake for twenty minutes.”

“And doing so well.”His thumb circles my clit, and my hips jerk.“Very dedicated.Very professional.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“I’m praising your work ethic.”

“With your hand up my skirt.”

“I’m versatile.Multitasking is one of my many skills”

A laugh breaks out of me, then turns into a moan when he slides one finger inside me.The bakery disappears at the edges.There’s only Daniel between my thighs, his mouth at my throat, his hand working me slowly, carefully, exactly the way he knows I like.His free hand grips my hip, grounding me on the edge of the table.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, voice rough.“Let me hear you.I love those sounds.”

I grip his shoulders, nails digging into skin.“Daniel.”

“I’ve got you.”He adds another finger, stretching me, curling just right.“You’re so wet.So warm.Goddess, I love touching you.”

Pleasure coils tight in my belly.“You say that like you’re surprised.”

“I am,” he says, kissing my jaw.“Every time.Still can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

He presses his thumb harder, and my heart becomes irrelevant because my entire body lights up.I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure.“Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”His eyes lock on mine.“Come for me, Holly.Right here.Let go for me while the whole bakery smells like sugar and you.”

The orgasm hits fast and bright.I cry out, clutching him as my body clenches around his fingers.Daniel watches me like he wants to memorize every second.Like my pleasure is his favorite thing.

The bond pulses hot and golden between us.Before I can fully catch my breath, I reach for his jeans.

He laughs, strained and breathless.“Impatient.”

“Emotionally attached dick, remember?”

“It missed you.”

“It saw me this morning.”