Page 76 of Calling a Cease-Fire

“Mmm, that’s delicious. I might need another taste.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

My little vixen.

I scooped some more and brought it toward her, this time plopping it on her nose with a grin.

She glared at me with her hands on her hips. “Two can play that.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and flung some at me.

I retaliated by smashing a small handful in her face, rubbing it in for good measure. She huffed indignantly and then scanned the counter, picking up a handful of flour, and threw it at me.

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” I lunged for her and wrapped my arm around her waist, lifting her so her back was pressed against my chest. Using my free hand, I tickled her side until she was laughing so hard I could feel it vibrating through her body.

“Uncle, uncle,” she screamed through her laughs.

I wrapped both arms around her and brought my head down over her shoulder, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. She turned her head, our lips just inches apart, and pure joy radiated in her eyes, mirroring my own feelings.

The laughter died as the energy between us crackled, and it felt like everything around us just faded away. Those three little words were on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn’t. It would ruin everything.

Because she wasn’t ready to hear them yet.

She leaned toward me, brushing her lips across mine. I coaxed her to open for me and pushed inside with my tongue, swallowing down a moan that rose up her throat as she rotated her hips to rub her perfect ass against my hard-as-fuck cock that was begging to be set free.

I gripped her hips, preventing her from moving, and pulled back from her lips. “Food first.” My words dripped with need.

She giggled. “After last night, I might be too sore.”

“That’s okay.” I placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll use my mouth and make it feel better.”

“Will you let me ride your face while I suck your cock?” she asked with hope in her eyes. Did she seriously think I would say no?

“Hell yeah.” I didn’t even try to hide my enthusiasm, a lopsided grin stealing over my face. “You can sit on my face anytime you’d like. Consider it reserved seating at my favorite activity.” The sizzling of the bacon pulled my attention from that visual. “But we better finish cooking first, before everything burns.”

It didn’t take long to get everything ready and make our plates. Even with the heated glances, hip bumps, and teasing looks ricocheting between us.

“Want to sit on the dick?” I blinked and then huffed out a chuckle, realizing what I’d just said. “I mean deck. The back deck.”

“The deck is fine, but you sure you wouldn’t rather me sit on your dick?” Her grin had mischief written all over it.

I shook my head, stifling another chuckle and picking up my plate. “Come on, trouble.”

“Is that my new nickname?”

“I like having options,” I said, walking to the sliding glass door that led to the deck. I set my plate down on the table and took the seat across from her. “Do you like hiking?” It was an abrupt subject change, and the curious look on her face reflected that, but I needed a distraction from the image conjured by my Freudian slip a moment ago.

“Yeah. Especially if it includes gorgeous views.”

“Can I take you somewhere today?”

She tilted her head, hesitating.

“Up by my parents’ lodge,” I quickly added. “There’s the perfect trail that leads to one of the tallest overlooks on the mountain. It’s breathtaking.”

She smiled. “Sure. That sounds fun.”

As we ate and chatted, I couldn’t stop myself from considering all the things I wanted to do with her. Things that had nothing to do with a bed. Or a couch. Or sex at all. I ran through my plans for next weekend and couldn’t stop myself from blurting out my thoughts.

“There’s a Jeep show I wanted to go check out next weekend.”

She raised her gaze to mine, definite interest there. “Here in town?”