Have Your Cake by D.S. Roi

dipping his tongue into her mouth, wrapping both hands down around her hips and over the sweet hump he’d wanted to test from the first day he saw her. The firmness of her ass filling his hands made him moan and knead the thick flesh. A wave of desire crashed over him from spine to cock. Her touch seemed to sense it. Soft feminine palms spread over his shoulders and followed his spine as far as she could reach.
    She caressed his neck and down into the cleft of his pecks. Her fingers trailed heat and tingling through the fibers of his skin; deep into the muscles of his shoulders. She curled her fingers into the lengthy patch of fur. The moan she sighed between the slight break in the kiss could do him in. His damned nipples beaded up taunt against the friction of her movement. He wanted more of the sensuous sound. Wanted it louder and louder until it grew into a hunger only he could satisfy. If only she would yield her sweetness over to him.
    He delved firmly, sweeping his passion stronger into her trembling body. He would give as much as she could take. He ground his hips into her belly. The oven let out a high-pitched beep. She tensed. He recognized the signal to let her go. He parted from her lips and lingered, brushing their velvet against his. He moaned against the feel of them, wanted them on his chest, his belly, his cock.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Oh, yes. I intend to. He shut his eyes against the wave of wanting the simple phrase shuddered to his core. He desired to please, to shower attention against every inch of her. He needed to experience how loud her pleading could be for deeper satisfaction. The oven beeped again.
    “The crumble,” she whispered against his lips.
    Damn. He couldn’t keep his little baker away from the confection she’d put together. It would be a crime to let a professional burn the product she’d prepared to share with him. He relented and peeled away more anxious than he could remember being his entire life.
    He heaved in control, but damn well didn't want to. He inhaled a slow stream of body cooling air and relaxed his grip enough to allow her to escape. He adjusted his cock while observing the effects of his kiss on her.
     
     
    C yana steadied herself with a palm against the countertop. She took measured breaths to sooth the sensations making every part of her body sensitive and tingling for stimulation. Asher had activated a long dormant part of her in a series of stares and two kisses. He’d driven her into a frenzy of curiosity making her forget all her reserve and dive head long into wanting.
    Damn, the man was dangerous to her sanity. A longer breath and she righted herself enough not to fall over on wobbly legs. She dare not look at him; certain Asher would have a smug smile on his face, which always made her heart speed up. His grin was like a promise she was certain he could fulfill.
    She took careful steps to the oven and opened the door. The act sent a waft of satisfying goodness into the air. She admired the perfection of her golden brown treat and placed it on the rack she’d set on the island.
    She twirled to Asher, half expecting to see his smirk. No smile showed on his lips. His features were soft, focus smoldering with a new determination. The warmth radiating from his stare tugged at her chest. Yeah. Dangerous.
     
     
    A sher made two cups of premium coffee while the crumble cooled and retrieved two small plates and silver forks, setting the island so they could sit across from each other. Every part of him hummed for ten to twelve minutes of hot foreplay, but not with this one. His little baker was a different cut of the pie. He’d let her get away for the moment, but wanted to spend the morning looking her over.
    He watched her like a hawk as she carved the heel and removed the first slice. Her lips curled in a gentle smile. She nabbed the two dishes he’d set out and took them to the counter. Her hands worked with confident delicacy. Warmth spread