“Cold hands, warm heart,” he said.
“Yes. My grandmother said that to me all the time. She also said it was good for making pastry. I had good pastry making hands, and child bearing hips.”
She placed her hands on her hips, and his cock thickened. “You do have a damn good body.” It was a body he wanted to explore, and to get his hands on. He was getting aroused, his cock becoming a little painful as it pressed against his zipper. He moved the lapel of his jacket, and moved it over the evidence of his arousal. “Why were you upset?”
“It was so stupid. Paula called me, and she said the moment your conference or interview, or whatever it was you did, my book sales went through the roof.”
“That’s not a good thing?” He’d done it to show his support of her, and to help her.
“Yes, it’s a good thing. Darla told me it was a good thing.”
“You don’t think it is?”
“You run two exceedingly good businesses, and I can’t help you with that. My book, and everything surrounding my cooking, was supposed to be me.”
“I ruined it?” Fuck, was he ever going to get anything right?
“No, you didn’t ruin it. I just, I just wanted you to be proud of me. There, I’ve said it. We don’t have the perfect marriage, we have a really bad one, but I still wanted you to be proud of me.”
“I am proud of you, Addie. I think what you’ve done is amazing, and I’ve got to say, I’m damn jealous.”
“Why?”
“Dean and Darla, and your friends have all gotten to try your food, and I have not.”
“You have.”
“Without me knowing it. Every single meal we share together in that museum, you made?”
“Also, the brownies you got at Christmas. Bruce just told me you ate the whole lot.”
“You sent them?”
“Yes, I sent food here often.”
Shaun stood, and paced.
“Are you angry with me?”
“No. I’m not angry with you. I’m angry at myself. I’ve been such an asshole to you, and that wasn’t acceptable.”
“We both made a mistake.” She stood in front of him, grabbing his arm. “Please, don’t be angry. We both, we’ve both made mistakes, Shaun. I should have told you sooner about the implant. We should have talked with each other.”
He cupped her cheek, and stroked over the soft flesh.
There was no response from her. It was like he was touching stone, and it was his fault. He’d not taken the time to get her used to his touch. He never took his time with her.
When he pushed her back until she hit the wall, Addie gasped. “Shaun, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to rectify a problem I’ve caused.”
Before she said anything else, he slammed his lips down on hers, and claimed her lips. He wasn’t gentle, and he put the last three years of pent-up lust and desire into the kiss. She moaned, which opened her mouth, and he plundered it, stroking her tongue with his.
Pulling out, he licked along her bottom lip, before deepening the kiss. Her hands gripped his arms, and he reached down, taking her hands, and slamming them above her head, holding her in place.
Locking her wrists together, and holding them in his hands, he released her lips.
“I have you at my mercy now.”
Glancing down her body, he saw her response to him. Her nipples were rock hard and pressing against the front of her shirt. Staring into her eyes, he saw they were dilated.
With his other hand, he ran his thumb across her red, swollen lips before sliding the back of his hand down her neck, over her chest, to cup her tit.
She gasped and arched up against him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly.
“I’m showing you what it should have been like, Addie.”
He wasn’t going to hold back any longer.