Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LYLA
“ N ow it’s a new recipe, so I need you to be honest.” I dangle the fork with a big bite of dessert in front of his face.
We just got out of the shower, and I’m sitting on the counter in his t-shirt. He likes me wearing his clothes just as much as I love wearing them. His grey sweats hang low on his hips as he steps between my legs and slides his hands up my thighs.
“If there is one thing I take seriously, it’s sweets. I’ll give it to you straight, just like an episode of Master Chef ,” he grins.
“You watch Master Chef ? I giggle.
“I may have watched a season or two. Chef Ramsay tells it like it is…I like that.”
“You are just full of surprises,” I say, shaking my head in wonder.
“I have a lot more up my sleeve.” He winks at me before bending down and taking the dessert from the fork. His eyes immediately close in bliss as he savors the taste. I watch, fascinated, as he slowly chews before his tongue swipes his bottom lip. I never knew eating chocolate cake could be so sexy .
“Well,” I say, finally finding my voice. His eyes open and pierce me with their warmth.
“Brownies just took second place. That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. Well, second-best thing. You are first,” he grins.
“Seriously, though, it’s amazing Lyla. You have a real talent. Have you ever thought of owning your own bakery? Businesses could still place orders through you, but you could also have a whole line of desserts for people to come in and buy.”
“I think about it all the time.” I take a bite and smile. It came out just the way I imagined. You taste the hint of bourbon mixed with the chocolate. I also added a few spices that give it a bit of a kick.
“Right now, it’s just a dream, but maybe one day.” I scoop another bite for him, and he leans forward to take it. Watching him eat my desserts just became my new favorite thing. I could stare at him all day while he enjoys something I made.
“I believe in you. You’ll have that bakery one day, Lyla, and I’ll be the first in line when you do.”
“I can’t believe you are still single. The girls in this town must be flat-out dumb not to have snatched you up by now. You are gorgeous, kind, loyal…you have a successful career…”
“Go on,” he grins. I playfully swat him, causing him to laugh. He fingers a piece of my hair that has fallen from my bun as his greys hold mine. His laughter dies down as he turns serious. Grabbing my hips under the tee, I feel his fingers splay across my bottom.
“I’m single because I was waiting for the girl who would make me lose a sense of reality every time I looked into her eyes. I was waiting for the girl that made me want to rush home from work just to see her again because I’ve missed her so much during the day.”
His hands roam up my back, and his thumbs brush the sides of my breasts. “I was waiting for someone who loved wearing my shirts and loved to drink bourbon with me.”
He steps closer, and I place my hand over his heart. The dark ink underneath my palm, swirling down his arms and across his chest, is a constant reminder of how beautiful this man is inside and out.
“I was waiting for a girl who could make the best desserts I’ve ever tasted,” he smiles. “I was waiting for you.”
I wind my arms around his neck and sink my fingers into his hair, resting at his nape. “I used to pray every day for someone to love. Someone I could rely on and care for me on days when I didn’t have the strength to do it myself. I eventually stopped praying when days went into months and months went into years, and I was still all alone. I gave up hope of having my happy ever after.”
He brushes away a tear that I can’t hold back. “Then you came barging into my life, literally,” I smile, remembering him practically knocking me over in the hallway, “and I slowly started to believe again that there is someone out there for me to love and who will love me back. Thank you for waiting for me and saving me from this shell of a person I had become. You’ve given me a reason to wake up with a smile on my face and go to sleep at night unafraid of what might happen next.”
“You are getting your happy ever after, Lyla. I’ll make damn sure you do.” His lips find mine, and I eagerly welcome him in. Bourbon mixed with chocolate hits my tastebuds, and the intoxicating blend of my dessert on his lips has me wrapping my legs around him and wanting to feel more of him.
He lifts me and takes the dessert from the counter. “This is coming with us. I have a very strong need to combine my two favorite tastes.”
Walking across the kitchen, he sets me on the big leather sofa in the living room. I sink into the soft, buttery cushion and watch him drop to his knees before me. His hands grab the hem of my t-shirt as he lifts it and tosses it to the floor. The leather is cool on my body…a sharp contrast to the inferno beginning to blaze within.
“I know you love to make desserts, but I think it’s about time you become one.” He scoops up some of the bourbon chocolate filling and swirls it over both breasts before leaving a trail to my center. The mixture is still warm from the oven, matching the heat I see in his eyes.
I feel his tongue swirl my nipple before he greedily licks every bit of me clean. My head falls back on the cushion in pleasure as I arch my breasts more to him, offering myself up on a platter to do with as he pleases. His teeth and tongue have me in a frenzy as he sucks and enjoys every last bit of chocolate on me.
I’m panting by the time he licks his way down the path to where I’m aching for him the most. He spreads me wide and puts my feet on the edge of the couch. When his hungry eyes roam my body, I’ve never felt more desired than I do right now. It’s like watching a starving wild animal about to tear into his next meal…and I’m that meal.
My eyes widen in surprise when he scoops up more bourbon filling. He gives me a wicked grin before running it down my inner thigh and across my swollen clit. When he swipes my center, my hips lift on their own as a moan vibrates against my lips. He takes his time sucking my arousal mixed with cake off his finger.
“Tastes fucking amazing, just like I knew it would. You might want to prepare yourself for this. Your pussy covered in chocolate is going to be the most, single-best thing I’ve ever feasted on, and there’s no way in hell I’m not going all in and tasting every last drop.”
I grip the throw pillows at my side as I swallow down the desire building up at his words. The first swipe of his tongue, and I’m a goner. All thoughts become incoherent as he dives in deep. His mouth seems to be everywhere at once, licking and sucking me into a frenzied state.
He slides two fingers in, and a deep moan escapes as I move my hips and take him in further.
“My sweet Lyla,” he rasps, sucking hard on my swollen bud and making me see stars. “This pussy is mine, little hummingbird,” he scrapes his teeth along my inner thigh and lightly bites me. “No one but me gets to enjoy it.” He lifts my ass with both hands and slides his tongue in deep.
“Jake,” I whimper, shamelessly bucking my hips against his face. His scuff scratches my swollen bud, sending jolts of pleasure to my core.
“You’re going to cum all over me now, Lyla. I want that sweet pussy coating every inch of my face,” he growls against my skin before thrusting two fingers in deep and sucking hard on my clit.
I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me with such force that I lose all ability to exist. I’m thrown out of reality as my body holds him tightly with a heartbeat. He doesn’t stop until every single last spark has left my body. When he finally lowers me back to the couch, I’m struggling to breathe my next breath of air.
A satisfied look crosses his face as he sits next to me, pulling me on his lap so I’m straddling him. His lips glisten, and it’s me who’s satisfied now as he wears me all over his gorgeous face. I pull his lips to mine and taste myself on him. Groaning, he fists my hair and invades my mouth with his tongue that was just inside me.
Reaching down between us, he frees himself before he’s guiding me down on him. I close my eyes in sheer bliss as he stretches and fills me completely. I’ve never been the one to have control, so it’s a new feeling for me as I lift up and sink down on him again.
“God, you feel so good. Take what you need from me, baby. I’m yours to do with as you want.”
He leans back against the cushions and watches me through hooded eyes, his hands locked on my waist in a firm grip. Lifting up on my knees, I tease him at my entrance before sliding back down on him.
His lips part, and his head falls back, the muscles in his neck straining from the movement. I know he doesn’t usually give up control, but with me, he’s letting me have my fun.
I use my muscles to go faster and deeper, enjoying the way he feels so deep inside me. My fingernails rake down his chest, and a deep moan escapes him, telling me he likes that.
“Harder,” he forces out through clenched teeth. “I want to see your marks on me tomorrow. Don’t be afraid to let go with me, little hummingbird. I want all of you, even the parts that you are afraid to show.”
I claw at him harder, leaving red streaks down his chest as his eyes roll back in his head in sheer pleasure. He lifts his hips to meet me, and suddenly, I want something I’ve never been able to have.
Control .
I reach behind him and grab the back of the couch…my breasts pushed in his face as I ride him hard. A fire now blazes in me, and all I can think about is simmering this heat down to ashes.
Sweat forms on my body, and I feel his hand slide up my back and grip my hair tightly, making my head fall back when he pulls. His mouth is on my breasts as his teeth suck and pull, leaving the type of marks I will gladly wear on my body.
The only marks I will ever let be on my body again.
“Jake,” I moan as I feel my body start to prepare. His hand reaches down and rubs my clit hard as I burst into a million pieces, with his name leaving my lips on a shout. I feel myself clench around him tightly, bringing him with me.
“Fuck,” he rasps against my ear, his fingers digging into the back of my neck and holding me there. His short breaths fan my skin as we both sit there panting.
I pry my hands from the sofa and wrap them around him as I hold him tight. Our hearts pressed together, beating as one.
“I love you,” he whispers, burying his face in my neck. “Besides my family, I’ve never told that to anyone before.” His lips press a soft kiss to my neck. “Be careful with my heart, Lyla, because it’s all yours.”
Tears blur my vision as I blink them back. “I love you, too,” I breathe. My fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I promise to protect your heart if you promise to protect mine because it’s all yours, too.”
“I promise,” he says softly.
We stay there, joined together, until I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. He lifts me gently before carrying me to bed, tucking me tight against his chest as he spoons me from behind.
I’m almost asleep when his voice caresses my ear.
“Are you ever going to tell me what your secret ingredient is?”
“I can’t believe you remembered that,” I smile into the covers.
“I remember everything about you.” His hand is splayed on my stomach, keeping me close to him like it was always meant to be. “I promise your secret is safe with me.” I feel him smile against my skin.
“Love,” I say softly. “I pour all the love I have inside of me into my desserts. It’s the one place where I know it will be safe and never come back to hurt me. ”
He’s silent as my words sink in. I feel his lips on my neck as he kisses me softly. “Now you know you have two places.”
This evening, he’s shone a light on the last dark corners of me. I feel his love in every word and every touch he gives me.
“Now I have two,” I whisper, blinking back the tears.
“Sweet dreams, little hummingbird,” he says sleepily. I listen to his breaths as they eventually even out as I join him in sleep…his warm body pressed against mine in a safe cocoon.