“Our favourite, blueberry muffins. But all the credit has to go to Sylvie. She’s an awesome baker.”
“She certainly is.” He gave her an adorable smile and she melted right there on the spot.
“Oh, get away with you. Ryley did as much as I did. She knows my secret now, so you’ll have to keep her around forever. We can’t let this one go. She might spill my secret recipe. Plus, she can make them for you whenever you want.”
Sylvie winked at me as Jackson picked up one of the warm muffins and sank his teeth into it, like a kid who couldn’t control himself.
“Sweetness on tap. Sounds like heaven,” he mumbled behind the muffin he was devouring.
Sylvie took off her apron and loaded the dishwasher with the last few bowls and spoons.
“I’ll have to love you and leave you. Len will be getting restless. I promised him a roast dinner tonight. I better get my skates on and head home.”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then yanked Jackson’s head down to her level to kiss him too. He didn’t argue.
“She’s a keeper. Don’t mess it up,” she whispered, but loud enough for me to hear. Then she waltzed out of the kitchen and left us to enjoy the mounds of delicious muffins covering every work surface.
“She’s a feeder,” he said as he reached for his second muffin.
“I’m glad she is. She feeds you,” I replied, kissing his cheek and then hugging him as close as I could. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not enough today.” He snaked his arms around me and then picked me up and put me on the work top. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’d rather you showed me though.”
He swallowed his last mouthful and gave me a sweet, tasty kiss that only had me wanting more.
He went to pull away, but I pulled him back in to me to kiss me deeper and let me taste the delicious mix of blueberries and him. His mouth always fit perfectly over my own, his tongue slowly and seductively tasting me too. I could have stayed there and kissed this man forever. I’d never get tired of it. He breathed new life into me every damn time, and made me forget about everything but him.
“Come on, let’s go get comfy on the couch then we can finish what we’ve started.” He pulled me off the worktop and smacked my ass. “Ladies first.” His eyes twinkled as I stepped in front of him.
“You only say that so you can check out my ass as I walk in front of you.”
“Better believe it.” He gave an evil groan and squeezed my ass as I walked on ahead. “Best rear view I’ve ever seen.”
We fell back onto the sofa together, hungry for each other and frantic with need. He kissed me harder, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and swirling his tongue in that delicious way that always drove me crazy. I threaded my fingers behind his head, yanking on his hair and pulling him even further in to me.
He groaned into my mouth. “I missed you so fucking much today.”
I kissed him like my life depended on this connection, wanting to get as close to him as I could.
“I’m always with you,” I gasped as I bit his lip and pulled it into my mouth. “You’re a part of me, and I’m a part of you. I always feel you in here.” I found his hand and placed it over my heart.
“I love you so much, angel. You don’t just live in my heart, you own the damn thing. You’ve ripped it out and claimed it as yours, and you know what? I don’t ever want it back. It’ll always be yours.”
His words had me melting even more than his touches.
“How the hell do you always know the right thing to say?”
I didn’t give him time to answer. Instead, I attacked his lips with my own, kissing him with as much love and passion as I felt in that moment. Our teeth clashing, tongues dancing, voices moaning, but we didn’t care. This was us. This was what we both needed.
He grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze, then ran his hands down to the tops of my thighs. Suddenly, I was launched into the air, rolled over, and sitting astride him. He lay back, but pulled me down onto him.
“I need you,” I moaned as he kissed me, holding the back of my head to direct me exactly where he wanted me.
“How do you want me?” He pushed the skirt of my dress up and ran his finger along the seam of my panties before pushing underneath to feel how wet I was for him.
“Jesus, Ryley. I love how wet you always are for me, baby.” He ran his fingers up and down my folds gently then tugged at my panties, forcing them down my legs.
“Nothing turns me on as much as turning you on.” I smiled, and reached down to stroke over his thick, hard cock beneath his sweats. “I think these need to come off too. I want to sink onto that delicious, thick cock of yours. I love it when you stretch me and fill me like you do.”