The Heavenly Baker by J J Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

good-naturedly.
    â€˜You’re really not that simple.’
    â€˜I’m not. But I am wrestling with a dilemma.’
    â€˜Standing up, lying down; I really don’t care, but we need to get with it.’
    â€˜You know, Ava,’ he remarks. ‘If we’re going to work together you’re going to have to stop beating around the bush and tell me how you really feel.’
    â€˜Oh, so you want to talk about bush?’ I know he’s playing with me but this desire is a raging inferno and if I don’t get some action very soon I’m heading for a meltdown.
    â€˜If we sleep together and you don’t win the competition, how is that going to look?’
    â€˜That’s really what’s on your mind right now? I’m buck naked behind this curtain and you’re weighing up some work dilemma. Tell me you’re not serious?’
    â€˜No, I’m not,’ says Matt laughing. ‘But the look on your face is absolutely priceless and I’ve had about as much as I can take of wondering what treasures are hidden behind those drapes.’
    Two steps are all that’s required and he’s right here, taking me in his arms: strong, powerful arms, arms in which a girl can lose herself in and hide from the world. The curtain offers absolutely no protection from his advances, but it was never meant to. He encloses me deep inside his world as I tilt my head to meet his lips, lips that are already familiar. He takes his time, not rushing but holding my lips against his, savouring the moment, and in turn I relish the feel of them pressed against mine and his strong embrace. I feel safe here in his arms. I feel right where I want to be, a safe haven amidst the storms of life.
    Nothing lasts, and certainly not this moment. I feel his desire growing hard and pressing against me and his lingering kiss suddenly starts to become more animated. I respond in kind as the fire rages deep in my crotch. His tongue is on the move, teasing my flesh, leaving its mark wherever it chooses to roam. He is insanely hard and in turn I am hot with desire for him. My nipples ache, desperate to be touched by him; my thighs are on fire with this incessant, burning need.
    â€˜Take me,’ I murmur, but I doubt he requires any further encouragement. He seems to have the right idea. I wrap my leg around his manly frame and feel the coarse fabric of his jeans rub against me. It is simply delightful. His wandering tongue drifts lower, his lips brushing my achingly erect nipple. Yes, that’s it, touch me there. But he keeps going, despite my obvious arousal, and a voice in the back of my head is screaming at him to return. I sigh and close my eyes. I need to focus, get back some control here, because right now I’m completely at his mercy and that can’t be a good thing.
    Oh Jesus!
    His mouth closes on my nipple, his tongue moist against it, his lips gentle on my burning flesh and I can think of nothing else. Every other brain function has shut down. My sole focus is now on getting some. I must have him between my thighs, riding me to nirvana. Open up my thighs and let him take me to pleasure central, but the touch of his lips right there is something else. Savour the feeling, I tell myself; soak it up and stop fighting the numbness. Let it seep into every pore and in turn let this feeling lift you up and float you far, far away.
    His tongue circles my belly button and starts to slink lower still. If I allow him to go there again the game is up. I’ll be lost on a sea of oblivion but what’s so bad about that? No, you need to claw back some semblance of control here, I remind myself. Put down a marker. You have just as many tricks as the master magician, but it would be so easy just to let him …
    â€˜Matt?’
    He stops his expedition down the curves of my lower body.
    â€˜Yes?’ His voice is loaded with desire.
    â€˜Come back to me.’
    â€˜I’m just taking a