Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Damn, she actually baked him a cake. “Liyah… You didn’t have to do that.”
“I’m well aware of that, but I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to. I was hoping it would brighten your day, because when I hear you laugh or see you smile, the truth is… it brightens mine.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it when he wasn’t sure how to respond. He stared at her for a few seconds before asking the only thing he could think of. “It’s that simple?”
With a single nod, she popped off the container’s lid. “It’s that simple.”
The unmistakable sweet smell of frosting or icing, or whatever she used to decorate the cake, filled the car.
“I wasn’t sure what your favorite flavor is because I neglected to ask. Since you liked the smell of vanilla on me, I figured the safe bet was going with a simple vanilla layer cake and French vanilla buttercream frosting.”
Good call since, after smelling vanilla on her that morning in her kitchen, it was now his favorite scent. “Vanilla works.”
“The most difficult part of making it was sneaking it out of the house before my boys spotted it and devoured half.”
“Only half?”
“More likely it would’ve been a cake massacre. A smear of frosting and a few crumbs would be the only evidence left of its existence.”
She was probably right. “I remember how much I ate at their age.”
“I swear boys are bottomless pits.”
When she went to pop the cover back on the container, he stopped her with a, “Hold on.”
He might not be hungry and doubted she had brought anything along to eat the cake with, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t taste it. He dragged his finger through the icing along the side of the cake and lifted it to his lips.
She watched him closely as he took his time sliding that finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
“That’s damn good,” he murmured.
She made a little noise at the back of her throat when he caught some more of the icing on the tip of his finger before she could stop him, but instead of putting it in his mouth, he dabbed it on her bottom lip.
“Don’t!” he said sharply when she went to lick it off. “That’s mine.”
He cupped the back of her neck and leaned in while pulling her closer so he could drag his tongue slowly over her bottom lip, licking it clean. “Mmm. Super sweet. But I can’t taste the vanilla,” he lied. “Let me try again.” This time, when he scooped a larger glob on the end of his finger, he ordered, “Open up.”
Without a hesitation, she opened her mouth.
“Tongue out.”
When she stuck her tongue out, he smeared the frosting along it, then immediately followed by taking her mouth. In truth, he didn’t give a shit about the flavor, all he wanted to taste was Liyah.
Actually, he didn’t care about the cake, either. While it was a nice gesture, all he wanted to eat was Liyah.
They really needed a place to go. They were both past the age of having sex in a car in some dark parking lot. Especially in the town where he normally worked.
Her tongue met his stroke for stroke, sharing the sweetness and teasing and tangling until they were both breathless and he was rock hard.
Palming his cheek, she pulled away enough to whisper roughly, “Where can we go?”
He was pleased to hear that her thoughts aligned with his. “Ms. James, are you feeling a bit spicy tonight?”
“It’s been almost a month. I’d send my kids to my parents every damn weekend if they—as in my kids and my parents—wouldn’t get suspicious.” She laughed. “Does that make me a horrible mother?”
“Because you want time for yourself?”
“See, that makes it sound a little more respectable than simply saying I want to be selfish by getting naked and sweaty with a very handsome and sexy cop.”
“Glad I can be of service.”
“Well, you could service me… We just need to find a place.” She glanced around. “I don’t think either of us want to twist ourselves into a pretzel to have sex in my car.”
“You don’t like a challenge?”
“I like challenges, but I’d also like to, one, keep my leather seats clean and two, be able to walk tomorrow without having to take a half bottle of aspirin first. Oh, and I prefer not to transport my clients around in a car that smells like boinking.”
“I’ll give you that. Plus, I’d prefer we don’t get busted by someone from the Shadow Valley PD for lewd acts and public nudity. I don’t think my supervisor would be happy about that.” Though, Jamison probably would. He might be thrilled that Nox was getting a little action. Even if it was in a car in the community center’s parking lot.
He’d get a scowl first before an enthusiastic high-five.