I watch my girl as she leans over to grab the cupid cookie cutter. Her perky little tits press against the counter and when she stands back up, there are spots of flour on her chest, right where her beautiful pink nipples are.
My mouth waters as I glance at her breasts, knowing her pink nipples are right there, hidden only by a bra and a thin layer of cotton.
What I wouldn’t give to peel that shirt off, to see her breasts tumble down, firm and perky in front of me. I would kill to touch her soft curves, to lick her hard nipples, to taste her sweet pussy.
One filthy thought after another is penetrating my brain as she brushes her arm against mine.
“Aren’t you going to roll anymore?” she asks.
“What? Oh, yeah.”
I grab a new chunk of dough and slap it onto the counter. I begin to massage it with my hands, but it keeps making me think of touching her and my cock is so hard and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking at me funny. “You seem off.”
We’re already so in-tune with each other. She knows when I’m feeling on edge just like I know when she’s feeling shy, nervous, or upset.
“I just need some air,” I say as I walk away with my chest burning.
“Where are you going?” my mother asks as I head toward the door.
“I’ll be back in a second.”
“But the—”
I burst through the doors and take a deep breath of the cool February air. It fills my lungs with a brisk sharpness, but it feels good. The frosty air nips at the exposed skin of my arms as I take in another deep breath.
A few seconds later, the door opens and Charlotte comes out in her t-shirt, holding her arms as the snow crunches under her feet. I can tell she’s worried as she looks at me.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asks.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Just being in her presence hurts. I’m aching all over.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I whip my head around and look at her with my mouth hanging open.
“No, Charlotte. You’re doing everything right. That’s the problem.”
To my surprise, she laughs. “Everything right? Are you kidding me? My heart cookies look like they’ve had coronary angioplasty. They’re all deformed.”
“I’m not talking about the cookies,” I say, feeling a strain in my voice. “I’m talking about you.”
“Oh. Huh?”
I laugh and some of the tension dissipates. She doesn’t even know how damn perfect she is. How can she not realize she’s an angel in the flesh? How can she not realize she’s pure perfection in every way?
Fuck it. Just say it.
“I like you, Charlotte. More than I’ve liked anyone else.”
Those adorable cheeks start blushing and the shade of pink makes me think of more dirty thoughts.
“You’re the one for me,” I tell her as she stares at me in stunned silence. “The one I want. The only one I want.”
“Are you sure?” she says with a stunned face. “Did you see my croissants this morning? They looked like flaccid… never mind. Sorry, you were saying how much you want me? Please go on.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. We belong together, sweet girl. Can you feel it too?”
She swallows hard as she nods slowly. “Yeah. I can feel it.”
“Good, now feel this.”
I step in and take her jaw in my hand. Her head tilts back as those plump juicy lips fall open. I gaze down at her mouth, moaning when I see her wet little tongue hiding behind her white teeth.
I want to taste her. I want to drink in her innocence and light.
Just as I’m about to lean in, the door starts to open behind me. “Malcolm!” my mother shouts as she pushes it open. “What are you doing out—”
I kick my foot back and wedge the door closed, keeping her from interrupting us. We’ve been interrupted way too many times and I’m not letting it happen again.
This is the moment. Our moment. And no one is going to ruin it.
Charlotte gives me the sweetest most adorable smile as my mother pounds her fists on the glass door behind me, demanding that I open it at once.
I lean in and kiss her mouth hard, claiming her tongue as I pull her body against me.
She tastes so good. So sweet. So pure.
I groan as I feel her sugary tongue on mine. Mmmmmmm.
She grabs a fistful of my shirt, holding me against her as I deepen the kiss.
This girl is mine now.
These lips are mine. This tongue is mine. Each sensual moan from her lips that I swallow down is mine.
She’s not just my Valentine. She’s my everything.
And one day, she’ll be my wife.
I’m fucking sure of that.
Because I’m never letting this sweet angel go.