I lick my lips at the fantasy, cursing the fact that I don’t need a lightbulb changed. He’d do it too, then I could spend the time gawking at his hotness without the risk of getting caught.
“Morning, sweetness.”
“Good morning, Amos. I’ve got your order ready.” I run to the back to grab the order and then promptly trip on my own feet a scant foot before I reach him with the cumbersome box. Like magic, Amos not only catches the box but manages to prevent me from taking a header too. He quickly sets the box on the counter then wraps both arms around me.
“Careful,” he says in that sexy growl of his that does naughty things to my body. It never fails to turn me on.
“Thank you,” I say, completely breathless and a little more than turned on like panty-melting levels of turned on. Ever since our interrupted moment at the Apple Festival a month ago, every moment I spend with him is fraught with sexual tension. I’m wound so tight it’s a miracle that I haven’t blown into a million pieces.
“You’re welcome, sweetness.”
Those hazel eyes of his are burning for me, maybe even with more need than last time he looked at me as if to warn me of his impending kiss. I don’t need a warning though. I just need the dang kiss. I need it like I need my next breath. I’m so hungry for it that I’m tempted to close the distance myself, but I can’t do that for some reason. I want Amos to make the first move.
His arms tighten around me, and my hands grip his shirt in tight fists. Slowly his mouth descends, and I know this is it. This, right here, is the moment that I kiss Amos Webster for the first time. And then like a cruel twist of fate, the bell above the door rings, announcing a customer.
I move away from Amos like I’ve been scalded—and I practically was from the heat between us. I have a feeling that a kiss from him will leave scars all over my heart. One of my best friends, Prue, stands just a foot inside the door gaping at us. She raises an eyebrow in question, and I give a minute shake of my head, telling her to leave it.
“Hey Margo, just stopping in to get a coffee and muffin. I had an early emergency call, and I’m dying for some caffeine and sugar.”
I expected Amos to grab his order and leave, but instead, he stands there like a silent sentry daring anyone to ask him to leave. Not that Prue would, she wants us to get together as much as any of my friends, even if she is anti-relationship. Which is why after I give her the muffin and coffee, she hightails it out of here with barely a goodbye instead of hanging around and chatting like usual.
As soon as the door closes behind her, Amos strides toward me with purpose. Before I can protest—not that I would—he’s got me by the hand and is dragging me to the kitchen. The doors swing shut behind us, and he smashes his lips to mine in a searing kiss.
2 Amos
It’s my favorite part of the day—time to pick up my order from Sprinkled With Sugar. Time to see Margo. The woman that I’m completely gone for and desperate to have a taste of.
“Going to pick up my order from Margo’s,” I shout back through the pass-thru to Daisy.
“You finally gonna make your move on that pretty little baker?” she hollers back.
I ignore her little dig. She’s been at me for over a year to make my move. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to; it’s that the timing never seems right. Plus, until recently, Margo has been standoffish. Now I’m seeing that it isn’t because she doesn’t want me, it’s because she wants me and is worried that I don’t want her. It’s time to erase that doubt because I definitely want her, and not just to slake my lust. I want so much more.
It’s a quick walk across the street to the bakery. Thankfully, the rush is over—totally planned on my part—and if it goes my way, we will have several uninterrupted minutes together. Today’s the day I taste her sweet lips.
The bells ding as I enter, and Margo shouts from the kitchen that she’ll be right out. She pushes through the doors and comes to a dramatic halt as she realizes it’s me. I don’t think it’s a surprise though. I always come as soon as the rush is over. When she looks me up and down licking her lips, I know it’s not because she’s surprised.
As she takes her time looking me over, I shamelessly do the same. My little baker is curvy in all the right places. Her hips are perfect for gripping as I fuck her. That ass of hers is a wet dream. Her tits are full and round, begging to be worshiped. I would worship at their altar for hours if I had half a chance. I end my perusal on her cupid’s bow mouth. Her lips are pillowy, and I can’t help imagining what they would look like spread around my cock.
Fuck.
My cock is achingly hard behind my zipper. Margo’s eyes land on my bulge and become hooded. I guarantee she’s wet for me. I lick my lips, imagining her taste on my tongue. She’d be sweeter than those treats she sells me every day.
“Morning, sweetness,” I say, breaking the spell cast around us.
“Good morning, Amos. I’ve got your order ready.” She practically jumps to attention as she turns and runs back into the kitchen to collect my order. Hop away, little rabbit… I’ll catch
