Page 69 of Timelessly Ours
His eyes dip to the tampered-with sugar bowl. “Let me see your fingers.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “May I see your search warrant?”
He laughs. Like really laughs. And it draws out my smile.
“Ma’am. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
My brows jump. “Hard way, please.”
His smile fades and his eyes darken as he closes the distance. I’m convinced he’s about to end our game and turn cold again.
But instead, he holds out his hand. “Don’t get cute with me. I’ve got hard evidence.”
I hide my hands behind my back. “You can’t prove anything,” I say, pulling my head back when he’s a breath away. Toying with him as long as he’ll let me.
He reaches around me and pulls my hand, holding it between us, assessing the dust of sugar on my fingers. “Are you sure about that?”
“That’s flour,” I say coyly.
He holds my hand in his, which is also laced with white powder. But admittedly, not as much as mine.
He grunts as he traces my powdery index finger. “I’m bringing this one in for questioning.”
I bite my bottom lip with a grin before he slides my finger into his hot mouth.
I clench between my thighs. How can something like this be so stimulating? So… delicious.
My mouth waters as his tongue licks off every spec before pulling away. “Guilty,” he rasps.
I stare at his lips.“Prove it,”I breathe, sounding a little desperate.
With that, he crushes my lips with his. It’s an intense, hungry kiss. It's so demanding, I moan, letting my body fall into his.
He supports me, one hand around my waist, the other at the base of my scull, keeping my head up for him.Without breaking our kiss, he lifts me onto the island—spreading my legs and stepping between them.
“Nicole,” he says against my lips. We’re both breathing heavily. Me because his kisses take my breath away. Him likely because he thinks we’re getting carried away.
I send a small prayer that he's not about to tell me we need to stop, that it’s getting late, that we can’t keep this up.
Because of that, I don't answer.I don’t want to know why he stopped. I just…stare at his chest waiting for the moment I knew would come if we ever finally kissed.
I can’t get mixed up with someone like you…
He lifts my chin. “I need to make something clear. This... this isn't the alcohol. I've been wanting to kiss you again since the last time.And…I’m not ready to tell you how long I’ve wanted to kiss you before that.”
I release a breath… an embarrassingly distinct relieved breath. “I know,” I say with a small smile. It’s all I say. I don't need to tell him how much I love that he wanted me to know that.
“How do you know?”
“What I meant was I know you’re not a lightweight. Take it from someone who’s been trying to loosen up our grumpy Coach for the past eight months. I may as well have been serving you water.”
He strokes hair away from my face, then runs the back of his fingers along my jaw.“Is that so?” His hands travel down my bare arms and that’s…okay. But when they land on my thighs and squeeze, I suck in a breath and tense. Hard.
In a single beat, his expression shifts from seduction to tenderness. “What is it, Nicole?”
I shake my head and drop it. I can't tell him. Not now. Not when he’s finally letting go with me. Finally taking what we both know he wants.“Nothing. I’m fine. I promise.” I wince at the lie.
He takes one step back and nods, briefly scanning the length of my body as I sit atop the counter. But it doesn’t make me feel sick the way it does when others do it. He’s not picturing me naked behind that look. He isn’t thinking about all the dirty things he could do to me.
