Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
But no matter how I scolded myself, I couldn’t help liking the way he was looking at me, or remembering how good it felt to be held in his arms.
CHAPTER TEN
“Now I know you’re worried that I don’t know how to bake and that I’ll ruin your tarts,” Malik announced once we were both in the bakery with the pears washed and laid out on clean cloths on the counter of my workspace in the back of the bakery.
“What? I never said that,” I protested uneasily. (Luckily the effects of the pear I’d eaten had finally worn off so I was talking, not singing.)
“No, but you were thinking it back at your house when I was holding you,” he said firmly. “But I want you to know there’s a way to calm your fears and be sure I don’t fuck things up.”
“Oh? And how is that?” I asked, frowning.
“You just have to let me kiss you.”
“What? Come on,” I exclaimed. “You’re not serious!”
“Yes, I am,” Malik said patiently. “You know I can hear what you’re thinking when I touch you. Well, another demonic skill of mine is the ability to pick up new skills and information when I touch a mortal long enough and intimately enough.”
“You’re not serious,” I said skeptically.
“Yes, I am,” he insisted.
“So you can pick up all my baking knowledge just by kissing me?”
His black eyes went heavy-lidded.
“Well, I could eat your luscious little pussy instead, if you’d prefer it.”
My heart was suddenly thudding in my chest and I felt my cheeks getting hot.
“No! I mean, that’s not…I don’t want…”
“Yes, you do, baby,” he growled softly, taking me in his arms. “That’s definitely one of your fantasies. Getting your pussy eaten by a man who knows how to do it—and who wants to do it. But for now, I’ll settle for a kiss.”
Before I could protest again, his mouth found mine and I was drowning in a sweet, hot kiss that stole my breath and made my whole body ache with desire.
His lips were insistent but he didn’t ram his tongue down my throat, like some other guys I’d been with. Instead he teased me, kissing me softly but urgently, then probing lightly with just the tip of his tongue at the seam of my lips.
I opened to him with a little moan and his tongue darted in to dance with mine before withdrawing as he sucked lightly at the tip, inviting me to explore him the way he had explored me.
I took his invitation without thinking, slipping my tongue eagerly between his lips and tasting him in turn. His mouth was hot and he tasted inexplicably and deliciously like cinnamon candy.
I don’t know how long the kiss went on for—I never wanted it to end. It was hands down the most erotic kiss of my life and it sent shivers of desire through my whole body. My nipples were tight little peaks inside my baker’s whites and my pussy was suddenly liquid with desire. My clit, where he had stung me with his tail earlier, was throbbing like a second heartbeat between my legs and my mind was filled with all kinds of erotic images.
I saw myself naked on the couch with Malik kneeling in front of me, his face buried between my legs as I gripped his horns and urged him on…I saw him taking me from behind, bending me over the metal counter of my bakery workspace, gripping my hips as he plunged into me and I moaned and backed to meet every thrust…I saw the two of us in bed with me on top, riding him as I gasped and rolled my hips, taking him in deeper and deeper…
And then, just as I was thinking I might come just from all the mental pornography and kissing alone, he pulled back, ending the kiss.
“Oh!” I half gasped/half moaned as I looked up at him. “That was…why did you stop?”
He gave me a grin that was full of lazy lust.
“Because I got all the information I needed. And because we need to get baking—don’t we?”
“Oh, I…I guess we do.” I nodded, still feeling dizzy with lust and the aftermath of the kiss. My body was humming with desire and I wished for a moment that I could just give in and go for it right there with the big Incubus. But no, I wasn’t going to do that. I had a bakery to run and pear tarts to make. Malik was right—we had to get down to business.
And so we did. I already had a lot of puff pastry in my refrigerator unit that I’d laminated earlier in the week. I’d had a feeling that the pears were going to be ripe soon and I wanted to be ready. So what I mainly had to do was roll out the dough, cut and prep the pears, put the tarts together and bake them. And to my surprise, Malik worked along side me with ease and competence.