Chapter 11 Sweet Treats #2
The frosting was so cold, the sensation tightening my skin until my body heat warmed it. He drew a swirl down my breast, circling both nipples.
Other than the frosting, Rowen didn’t touch me, and I was desperate by the time he drew thin lines of frosting down my stomach.
I needed him so badly, I was panting as he trailed the piping tip over my hip bone.
“There, that should do it.” He bit his lip, looking over his work.
“Don’t I get to eat any frosting?” I whined, desperate to get my mouth on him.
His mouth curved into a half-smile that made my heart race. “Whatever you want, baby.”
With one squeeze, he placed a dollop of frosting over one finger and offered it to me. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but I sucked it into my mouth, curling my tongue around the digit greedily.
“Fuck, Sadie,” Rowen growled.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked on his finger, trying to encourage him to let me suck on other parts of him.
“That’s enough. It’s my turn.”
Pouting, I released his finger. His pupils were fully dilated, the honey-brown swallowed up with black as he met my gaze.
“Now you’re going to lay here and let me clean all of this frosting off of you, right?”
“Yes.” I sounded every bit as desperate as I felt.
“That’s my good girl.”
It might have been his words, or maybe the hot swipe of his tongue over chilled frosting on my sternum, but the most wanton moan ripped out of my throat. Back arching, it was all I could do to stay still and let him slowly lick the frosting off of my body.
He took his time, and my entire body was about to combust from the feel of his tongue all over my torso. He was incredibly thorough, nibbling and sucking, making sure every bit of sugar was removed from my skin.
“Rowen,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please. I feel like I’m dying here. I need you.”
“Shhh, darling.” His hand flattened on my ribs as he worked his way lower. “I’m eating.”
The frosting stopped above my pubic bone, and as he licked the last of it off my skin, I was ready to rip his pants off and grab his cock, but he wasn’t done eating.
Using one hand to hold me down, he moved his mouth lower, placing a kiss at the apex of my thighs. With his other hand, he trailed his fingers over the center of me, gently exploring where he’d touched the night before.
“I can’t—oh, fuck, Rowen, fuck.” Gibberish streamed from my lips as he parted me and swiped his tongue from my entrance up to my clit.
“I know what you need, baby.” His words vibrated against the most sensitive part of me, and my hips bucked, fighting against his hold.
I could sense his grin at my reaction. His grip tightened, holding me down as he swirled his tongue and then hummed.
“I’m going to die,” was all I could manage to say, followed by another embarrassing moan as Rowen slid two fingers into my core.
My entire body seized up, tension coiling impossibly high already. He licked me again, moving his fingers at the same time. It was too much. I was talking again, but it was nothing but whimpers, curses, and his name over and over again.
Rowen rewarded me with a harder thrust of his fingers, curling them inside of me. I could hardly breathe, my entire body seizing up. When he sucked at me, eating me up like I was his favorite meal, my soul left my body.
My body shuddered, my core clenching around him rhythmically. Pleasure washed over me, and I thrashed against his hold, overwhelmed by the intensity. Shaking, I clasped my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the scream working its way out of my throat.
His hand on my stomach finally relaxed, and he straightened, grinning at me.
“I—what was… wow, fuck.”
Apparently, I hadn’t recovered the ability to form sentences.
Rowen wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, a look of utter satisfaction filling his features. Looking over at the piping bag, he smiled again. “I think I’ll stick this in my apartment’s fridge so we can use the rest later.”
Glaring at him, I huffed, “You better let me have a turn.”
“If you like.”
He was far too casual for someone who just made me scream. Well, I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d screamed, but my throat felt a little sore, like I’d been screaming, and I’d lost all sense of time and space, so I figured it was likely I’d screamed like he was murdering me.
“Rowen?” Another voice came from the front of the bakery.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, grabbing for my dress.
Rowen’s eyes were saucers as he looked from me to the open archway into the front of the bakery.
“Give me a second,” he yelled back.
Dress in hand, I flung myself off the counter and made a dash for the stairs. Thankfully the door was unlocked and I wrenched it shut behind me before whoever was in the bakery made it around the counter and into the kitchen.
My heart beat so hard, it hurt. In the dark, narrow stairwell, I yanked my dress on, realizing too late that my bra and panties were still on the floor in the kitchen.
“What the fuck is going on?” a feminine voice asked beyond the door.
“Nothing. What’s up, Amelie?” Rowen asked, his tone harsher than his casual words should sound.
My brain spun. Amelie. Amelie, who hired me? His sister! The zipper catches as my shaking fingers drag it up.
Their conversation softened, and my harsh breathing drowned out the words as I adjusted the straps of my dress and smoothed my hair.
Should I go out there? I doubted he wanted his sister to know he was licking frosting off my naked body in their family’s bakery, but I could just casually be…what? Coming out of his apartment?
“I’m just trying to be nice and helpful.” Amelie’s voice rose.
“We’ve been managing fine without you,” Rowen replied.
“How’s the new baker? Why isn’t she here?”
Rowen barked a laugh. “Fine. She’s great.”
“But she’s not working tonight?”
“No.” His response was sharp, edged with barbs.
“Fine, I’ll leave you alone. Maybe take a break and pull that stick out of your ass,” she huffed.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the wall, listening for footsteps. The bell at the bakery entrance chimed as she exited.
Cautiously, I pushed the door open and stepped into the kitchen. Rowen stood in the middle, one hand scrubbing at his face while the other one clutched my bra and panties tightly behind his back.
“I’ll take those,” I said softly.
Blinking, he looked from my face down to his arm now hanging relaxed at his side. “Yeah, sorry.”
Limbs stiff, I stepped into my panties and pulled them up my legs. There was no way to easily get my bra back on, so I carried it to my purse and tucked it in.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Five minutes earlier and she would have seen my head between your legs,” he muttered. “I’m not convinced she didn’t hear you. You weren’t exactly quiet.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat.
Silence stretched a beat. This was so damn awkward.
“So you didn’t want your sister to…?” I trailed off, biting my lip. I had no idea how to finish that sentence—see us together? Know you were eating me out on the kitchen counter? The answer was an obvious “No.”
Rowen’s hand went to the back of his neck. “Yeah, I don’t know how I would have explained that.”