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ack towards me and held my face in his hands.<br />
In the end it wasn’t the special late-night delivery or the accident that took me by<br />
surprise. It was this. This kiss. Suddenly he had me against the cool tile wall of the<br />
kitchen, his rm body pressing hard enough to let me know that he meant it; Jesus, I<br />
could feel him getting hard. A second later, my shirt was o and tossed on top of his<br />
hoodie on the oor. There had been no kissing the rst two times and I hadn’t missed it.<br />
But this, this was something else. My knees softened to the point where he had to move<br />
his hands to my waist to prevent me from collapsing to the oor. When had I ever been<br />
kissed like this, with just the right amount of urgency? Never in my life.<br />
His tongue explored my mouth, with a need that matched my own. He tasted faintly<br />
like my favorite kind of cinnamon gum. After a few more seconds of deep kissing, he<br />
gently bit my bottom lip, and then his beautiful mouth moved from mine down the side<br />
of my neck, searching and kissing and nally landing on a spot just above my<br />
collarbone. He kissed me there, demandingly, which made me sigh. His hands seemed to<br />
pave the way for his mouth, so after they had freed my breasts from my bra, his mouth<br />
eagerly followed. His mouth traveled over one nipple until its hardness sent him<br />
searching for the other one, while he slipped a hand down the front of my jeans to<br />
discover what I had suspected was true: I was completely wet. He stopped kissing me<br />
and held my gaze while his ngers explored me, his eyes glassy and intense. Then he<br />
took his hand out of my pants and put a nger into his mouth. I thought I would come<br />
right then.<br />
“I’m starving. Get these jeans off, will you? I’ll set the table.”<br />
The feral look in his eyes, the layer of sweat sheening his perfect body, the hangdog<br />
smile. My God, this boy had me. I looked around at the creamy sweet carnage smeared<br />
all over the floor.<br />
“Here? In the kitchen?” I asked, pulling my belt loose.<br />
“Right here.” And with a sweep of his tattooed arm, he cleared the rest of the debris off<br />
Dell’s stainless steel table. The metal bowls, the pots and pans, the whisks and plastic<br />
utensils all went clattering to the oor. Then he grabbed a checkered tablecloth from the<br />
shelf beneath and ung it across the metal top. I stepped out of my jeans and stood<br />
there with my arms crossed over my nakedness.<br />
“Know what’s for dessert?” he said, turning to face me, an eyebrow cocked. “You.”<br />
He took a few steps towards me and enveloped me in his arms, kissing me again. Then<br />
he gently lifted me onto the table and left me there, legs dangling. I watched him walk<br />
over to the walk-in fridge and disappear inside.<br />
“Let’s see now …” he said. He emerged with an armful of containers and the whipped<br />
cream dispenser.<br />
“What on earth are you doing?” I asked.<br />
“Close your eyes and lie back.”<br />
And with that, he moved to my ankles, circled them with his hands and yanked me to<br />
the bottom edge of the table. Then he parted my legs with embarrassing ease. I let out a<br />
giggly scream that came to a stunned halt when he squirted whipped cream in the<br />
middle of my belly button. Then he squirted two dollops on each nipple and regarded his