Attached to You (Carolina Rebels 4)

“No, we don’t have the time for that. You don

’t get to put your mouth anywhere near me if you don’t start helping.”

That spurs him into action. He helps me cut the cookies with the cookie cutters I brought and then we pop them into the oven. Brayden drags me over to his table and lifts me to sit on top of it.

“Where do you want my mouth first?” he asks as he unbuttons my jeans. I lift my hips, and he pulls them off, yanking at my shoes when he gets to my feet.

I slip my hands behind his neck, locking them together, and pull him forward for a kiss. His hands rest on the inside of my thighs, causing me to shiver with anticipation. His mouth is hungry and demanding. The rough slash of his tongue against mine steals my breath away. My entire body loosens as his body towers over me.

Brayden kisses his way down my neck as one hand slides to the center of my legs. “I hate how fucking addicting you are,” he mumbles.

His comment throws me for a moment, but his free hands goes to my chest and pushes me to lie down. It’s nearly forgotten when his mouth replaces his hand and then completely gone when they work in sync with my legs wrapped around his head as he works me to an explosive orgasm just as the timer for the cookies goes off.

For a moment, all I can do is lie on his kitchen table while he washes his hands and pulls the pans out of the oven. It would normally take me forever to bake all the cookies, but with his double oven, it takes no time at all.

My chest heaves and my eyes are closed when I feel something being poured over my chest. I open my eyes to see Brayden dumping flour on me.

“What the hell, Brayden?” I snap, sitting up. I’m still wearing my shirt, too! He reaches in and sprinkles some over my head. My mouth drops in outrage, but his face is as calm as ever.

“Oops. Looks like you need a shower. I’ll help you with that.” He holds out his hand.

“You didn’t have to pour flour on me for shower sex.”

He grins. “No, but it was fun doing it anyway.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Brayden?”

He laughs as I take his hand. “Are you saying I’m not capable of fun?”

“It seems like it’s out of your bubble at times, yes.”

When he frowns, I feel bad about saying it. Man, I’m turning into a bitch this week. First to Zane and now to Brayden. What’s worse is my comment totally got to him because he gently shows me to his master bath and looks as if he’s leaving me here to shower alone.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He turns around. “I, ah, feel bad about that,” he motions to my flour-covered body, “so I was going to leave you to clean up without me.”

“Didn’t your momma ever teach you to clean up your messes? Clean me up, Brayden.”

He eyes me for a moment before undressing and reaching around me to turn on the shower as I remove my shirt. “What are you going as tonight?” he asks as we step in.

“I’m a fairy godmother. What are you?”

His lips flex, but he shakes his head. “I’m something ridiculous. You better give me the world’s best blow job for this.” Brayden pumps soap into his hand, lathers, and starts running his hands over my body.

“What are you?” I’m even more curious now.

“Olaf from Frozen.”

I lean forward, grabbing his biceps before I fall over from laughing so hard. “Seriously?”

He nods. “It was the first kid-friendly costume I saw.”

That makes me smile. He’s full of surprises. I’m not sure what I was expecting him to dress as, but it certainly wasn’t a snowman. Not to mention, he’s not making any moves on me right now. Well, his hands are definitely caressing my body, moving leisurely, but he’s mainly just washing me. He even washes my hair.

This has never happened to me before. It all feels very intimate. I’m not sure how I feel about it.

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