Page 38 of If You Were Mine (After We Fall 3)
“I fucking hope so, but I’m not sure. I want to bring a tree over there for them tomorrow.”
She perked up. “That’s a great idea! Can I—”
The oven timer went off, and I was glad for the distraction. I had the feeling she’d been about to ask if she could meet the girls or help with the tree, and I had to stick to my one night only rule. I had to.
For her sake.
Claire had the kind of heart that was big enough to let anybody in, even me. I couldn’t let her do it.
“Oooooh!” Claire squealed as she took the rolls from the oven. “They look so good! And no explosions. The magic is safely contained.”
/> “Good.”
She set the pan on the table. “Do we need plates?”
“Nah. Let’s just eat them right from the pan. That’s what I used to do.” I dropped into one of four chairs around the table and pulled her onto my lap. “Come here.”
Laughing, she sat across my legs. “Can I try one now?”
“No. They have to cool a little. Learned that lesson the hard way. Scorched the fuck out of my tongue.”
“Want me to kiss it better?”
“Actually, yes.”
Her mouth on mine, her hands in my hair, her ass in my lap, the scent of magic in the air…there was nothing about this moment that wasn’t perfection.
She pulled away and inhaled deeply. “Oh my God. They smell so good. Now can I try, please?”
“Yes.” I grabbed one and took a bite, and the taste turned back the clock twenty years. “Oh man. That’s like heaven.”
She took a bite and moaned. “It is,” she said, her mouth full. “Oh my God.”
“Told you.” I finished mine in two more bites and reached for another.
“It’s like—oh crumb, look what I just did.” She tipped her chin to her chest and giggled. “The magic just dripped onto my cleavage.”
“Please allow me.” Angling her body so I could lick her chest, I swept my tongue across the top of her breast. Actually, this is like heaven. I don’t need to turn the clock back—I just need to stop it right here.
She shivered. “That feels good.”
“I’m so glad you think so,” I said, “because you just gave me a fucking fantastic idea.” I bit into the puff in my hand and let the syrupy insides spill onto her chest on purpose.
She giggled as I licked it up, and my dick started to swell. “When’s it my turn?”
“Go for it,” I told her, eating the rest of the pastry. “Better hurry, because the magic disappears fast.”
One night only.
“Say no more.” She finished the puff in her hand and stood to grab another one, then she straddled me. “Let’s see if I can do it right.” With her eyes on mine, she took a small bite, pushed my shirt aside and tipped the sticky sweetness onto my chest. It dripped over my left nipple, and my cock surged when her tongue hit my skin.
She closed her eyes and licked the syrup off slowly, each stroke of her tongue making my blood rush faster. I ran my hands over her ass as she circled my nipple with her tongue, sucked it into her mouth. She did the same to the other one even though she’d spilled nothing on it. Then she kissed her way up my chest, sliding her hands over my shoulders beneath my shirt. I’d never felt anything like the softness of her mouth on me, and no one had ever kissed me this way—tenderly, slowly, asking nothing in return. When her lips reached mine, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
I’d never forget the taste of this kiss as long as I lived.
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“What time is it?” I asked as we put ourselves back together. We could now cross Have Sex On Vintage Kitchen Table off our lists.
