She leaned against the counter next to me. “And now I’m here, making crab cakes in the kitchen of my palace. I guess you can prepare for everything, but you’ll neverreallybe ready for what life throws at you, right?”
She turned to me and smiled. Once more I was caught up in her nearness, the warmth of her skin, the radiance of her smile.
“You’ve got a little cake on your face.” I lifted my finger to her chin, slowly wiping off the small dab of food.
“Hazards of the job.”
I continued staring into her eyes, losing myself in them. There was no one else but the two of us. I wanted more than anything to kiss her, to make her mine in the way I had in my dream.
Before anything could happen, she turned away, bringing her hand to her hair and swiping a few stray strands of purple away.
“Anyway, we’ve got cakes to make, right?”
“Right. Let’s get to it.”
We continued to work, shaping the cakes and popping them into the oven, batch by batch. Lucky for us, the kitchen was huge, with enough ovens that we didn’t need to wait. As I took the cakes out of the oven, Ava prepared the stovetop for the final step. She covered the surface in a bit of vegetable oil, and within no more than a minute, the top was ripping hot.
We plopped on one cake after another. I followed Ava’s instructions, letting them stay on the surface for just long enough to develop a crispy top and bottom. It didn’t take long before we’d found our rhythm, Ava handing me the cakes out of the oven so I could place them on the stovetop. The rich scent of the cooking seafood filled the kitchen, making my stomach grumble.
After fifteen more minutes or so, we were done. The cakes were spread out on big serving plates in front of us, dozens and dozens ready to be eaten.
We turned to one another, finding ourselves close once more.
“Well,” she said. “We should let these things cool for a few minutes. They’ve got a way of burning the hell out of the top of your mouth.”
As I gazed down into her eyes, my resistance melted away. I stepped closer, into her personal space. She didn’t resist, smiling instead.
“Then it sounds like we’ve got some time to kill.”
“That we do, oh master of the castle. You have any ideas on how to pass the time?”
I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her close to me, letting her feel my hardness through my jeans.
“I’ve got an idea or two.”
There was no holding back any longer. I leaned in and kissed her hard.
Chapter 19
Ava
The moment his lips touched mine there in the kitchen, I knew there was going to be no more resisting from either of us. I opened my mouth to let him inside, his tongue moving across my lips and sending a thrilling tingle all the way down my spine, my pussy responding to his taste and his touch.
I wiped my hands on his apron, a small smile forming on his lips as I did.
“What?” My smile was teasing. “You want to get crab cake mix everywhere?”
“That’s a damn good point.” He moved his hands over the front of my apron, resting them on my breasts. I closed my eyes, chewing my bottom lip as he touched me. His hands made their way down and around, untying the apron’s knot just above my ass. I did the same to him, both of us tossing our aprons aside before kissing once more.
He took my face into his hands, holding me against his lips as we kissed with wild abandon. I fell into the embrace without hesitation, knowing that I was going to finally be giving myself over to him in a way I never had with any man before.
Luc grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off over my head, tossing it aside just like with the aprons. When that was gone, his hands fell onto my now bare sides, his touch warm and electric and invigorating.
“The doors,” he said. “We need to lock them.”
“Got it.”
I hurried to one door and Luc went to the other. I turned the gold lock with a hand shaking from excitement, a satisfyingclicksounding out. Once that was done, we pounced onto each other like wild animals.