Page 44 of Cakewalk

“That sounds delicious.”

“You’re a genius, Holden!” She launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck as if she hadn’t seen him in months. Grabbing her by the waist, he picked her up and set her on the counter behind her. With her hair swept up, showing off her neck, glowing with excitement, she was too adorable for words. His pulse raced as he took her in, all sweet and innocent. She looked almost good enough to eat—and Holden really, really wanted a taste.

“It was your idea, sweetheart. I’m just here to taste test,” he told her, moving in between her legs. He placed a kiss on her collarbone, feeling her shiver underneath him. When he repeated the motion on the opposite side, she moaned softly from the contact, shifting her hips closer to his.

“I need to frost the cupcakes,” she said to him, breathless from his attention.

“Maybe I could frost your cupcakes,” he countered, his voice gruff with desire.

Gigi’s sharp inhale of breath was all the reaction he needed, and he wasted no time in pulling her shirt over her head and ridding her of her bra. Her beautiful breasts heaved from her deep breath, and Holden couldn’t look away. Everything about her was stunning. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the bowl of frosting she’d been mixing and dipped a finger into it, scooping out a chunk of the sugary concoction. Slowly and deliberately, he ran his frosting-covered finger over the swell of her breasts, circling her nipple, like he was an artist and she was his canvas. The whimper that escaped her lips as he traced his way along her cleavage sent a whole new surge of lust through his body, amping him up and fueling his desire to pleasure the beauty in front of him.

Holden leaned in and kissed Gigi, softly at first but quickly turning up the heat. He was so fucking turned on and wanted nothing more than to have her writhing underneath him, screaming his name. He kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, making his way toward the sweetness he knew was waiting for him a few inches south. When he reached his handiwork, he took a long, drawn out lick across her breasts. A loud moan came from Gigi, and she arched backward, pushing the stunning orbs closer to his face, trying to direct his attention. He didn’t hesitate in giving her what she wanted, taking her now erect nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak. She let out another moan, this one even louder than the last, as he worked his way from side to side, making sure not the smallest amount of frosting was left.

“Holden…” she groaned, as he returned to her mouth. His name sounded amazing coming from her. It didn’t matter what they were doing, that sound made his heart squeeze. But hearing it in reaction to him making her feel so good she couldn’t think to say anything else? That might be one of the best feelings in the world.

Grabbing on to her hips, he quickly found the zipper on her skirt and undid it. Taking the cue, she shimmied out of the garment until she was sitting there in just a thong. It was Holden’s turn to groan as he ran his fingers under the lace sitting on her hips, wondering how mad she would be if he just ripped the panties right off of her.

“The frosting was sublime, sweetheart. And you know I love your cupcakes,” he told her, continuing to kiss her. “But there is another part of you I have been dying for a taste of.”

Gigi stilled for a moment before opening her eyes and staring into his. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, wondering where he was going with this.

“I want nothing more than to devour your sticky bun.”

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Gigi

“You…you do?” Gigi stuttered, not sure what to make of his comment.

“I absolutely do,” he told her, still looking intently into her eyes. She saw a fire there that told her he was not only serious but filled with desire. It sent sparks shooting through her to think that he wanted her this much. “And not just because I heard Hunnie say it earlier. I’ve wanted it ever since that first afternoon in my bedroom.”

Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

“You heard that?” she squeaked, swallowing hard. A new wave of embarrassment flooded over her, and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward, hoping she could just magically vanish into thin air.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” he said, taking her face in his hands. “You never, ever have anything to be embarrassed about with me, understand? Never.”

Gigi nodded, still feeling slightly silly, but the look in his eyes was unchanged. The fire was still there, and the heat from his gaze was almost burning a hole in her. She wanted him so badly she could feel it in every ounce of her being.

“Good, then I have a taste test to get back to,” he growled. He captured her lips with his, bringing her right back to the state she’d been in while he had finger-painted her with the frosting.

Kissing his way down her body, he paused for a moment, lavishing her breasts with attention all over again. Still sensitive from moments ago, she felt all-new sensations rush through her. How was it possible to feel this much pleasure? Every place he kissed her seemed to be filled with a thousand nerve endings, exploding with just the lightest touch. He let go of her breasts, his mouth making a popping sound, and continued his journey down her belly, until he reached the lacy hemline of her panties.

Butterflies swarmed her insides as he slipped his fingers under the sides of her thong and started to drag it down her hips. He was slow and careful, drawing out the moment. She didn’t know if that was his way of telling her that he knew she was nervous or if it was because that was just the pace he wanted it, but either way, she was grateful. When he reached her ankles, Gigi gasped as he slowly spread her legs apart and methodically inched his way back up, this time with kisses on the inside of her legs. The softness of his beard against her thighs surprised her. It tickled, but not in a way that made her want to giggle. It was as if someone was running a feather along her skin, letting her know he was there, drawing all the attention to that spot.

His kisses went from light and sweet to open mouthed and purposeful the closer he got to her mound. She could already feel the anticipation building in her, her pulse racing as she tried to catch her breath, with each new touch of his lips. As much as she always wondered what the hype was about, the idea of letting a man do this to her had always scared her a bit. Holden was the only man she could have ever imagined allowing down this road—that was how much she trusted him.

Before she knew what was happening, Holden placed one of those searing open-mouth kisses directly on her sex. The sound that came from her mouth was one she didn’t recognize, but so was the immense pleasure she was feeling. She heard Holden chuckle softly as she fell backwards onto her forearms and opened her legs wider, giving him access to whatever he wanted. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy in long, languid strokes, following with nibbling and sucking that was driving her out of her mind. She had never felt anything like it, and she never, ever wanted it to stop. Every movement of his tongue sent her further and further into space. He continued to lick and suck, carefully avoiding her clit, where she was dying for his touch. She writhed under his attention, trying to coax him into finding the bundle of nerves, but no matter what she did, he expertly avoided the area.

Just when she thought there was no way this could get any better, he inserted two fingers, finding the secret spot inside her, and his tongue flicked her clit. Gigi flew up, arching her back from the new, sudden contact, letting out a groan that made her glad the closest neighbors were miles away. Holden reached up with his free hand, grabbing hers, entwining their fingers. The tender gesture made her feel even more connected to him, and her heart squeezed. She felt so much for him, and not just because he was driving her crazy with his mouth, but didn’t have the words to express any of it.

“Oh my…Oh my…I…” Gigi started to say, but was cut off by the all-consuming bliss that took over all her senses as Holden took her clit in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Her orgasm crashed over her, sending her throttling through the air. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire, like fireworks detonating rapid-fire. Her hand found the back of Holden’s head, running her fingers through his hair as he continued, never letting up as the pleasure rolled through her over and over again.

When her climax finally subsided, Holden placed a few more tender kisses on her mound before rising up off his knees and leaning over her body with his, kissing her passionately. She kissed him back harder than she had ever kissed anyone, and it still wasn’t enough. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her entire being around this man and stay that way forever.

“That might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten in this kitchen,” he whispered, just before nibbling her earlobe. Wrapping his arms around her, he stood back up, returning her to an upright position, but thankfully not letting go. She wasn’t sure that any of her muscles were working enough to hold her in place. He just held her there, their foreheads resting against each other, catching their breath.