OMG today’s theme is I want you to want me and I now have the awesome Cheap Trick song running through my head non stop. LOL
Want the earworm for yourself? Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMG7b3LYaAM
My favorite line:
I’m begging you to beg me. *grins*
For today’s snippet I am pulling from my m/m/f story, Their Obsession and one of my favorite scenes. It includes lots of chocolate and a heavy dose of lust as Aidan gives in to the need he feels for Jayde. Sex in the kitchen…mmm…
Aidan woke to the smell of baking chocolate, a sweet aroma that made his mouth water. The house smelled like Katriona again. What the hell? He turned to Marc and planted a kiss on his shoulder. “I’m going to go check on Jayde. I’ll be back shortly.”
Marc mumbled something he couldn’t understand, but didn’t move.
He slid from the bed and snagged a pair of jeans from the back of the chair. The aroma drifting through the house made his mouth water and his stomach grumble. But if what he thought was going on down there actually was, it wouldn’t be food he was hungry for once he saw her. Partially dressed, he slipped from their apartment and headed down the steps, taking two at a time.
The lights were dimmed in the entire building until he reached the entrance to the bakery, but even there, no lights shone in the main area. Instead a low glow came from the door leading to the kitchen. Outside the front window, it was pitch-black, as the sun had gone down many hours ago. He and Marc had spent the entire day and evening giving Jayde some space to deal with it all, but waiting to have her had damn near driven them into a sexual frenzy as everything about her called to them both. Katriona had laughed when they’d scoffed at the idea that her granddaughter would be their fate; now they questioned how they could avoid it. A chill swept over him, from either the cool room or just the sense of inevitability he faced. He should have snagged a shirt too.
Unsure of what he would find in the kitchen, he eased the door open slowly. The heat of the room rushed out, enveloping him in warmth and scents of deep, dark chocolate.
The counters were covered in tray after tray of varying types of fudge. He recognized peanut butter, chocolate chip, raspberry swirl, and of course, his favorite—dark chocolate. In the midst of all this sweet-smelling perfection stood Jayde, looking good enough to eat herself. Her red curls were tucked tightly behind her ears, her skin flushed a pale pink from the heat and her efforts. The vigor in which she stirred her latest creation heated his blood. He would like to see that look of intense concentration on her face as she sucked his cock deep into her throat.
Blood pounded in his dick. A feral desire to be naked and free gripped his insides. He needed nothing more right now than the sensation of plunging into her wet heat. He should have made Marc come down with him. His defenses were crumbling, and he hadn’t even gotten close to her yet.
She’d shucked her blouse, probably because of the heat, and now stood there in a turquoise lace camisole and a skirt. Funny how she always wore skirts that had her constantly tugging at the hemlines trying to cover herself. He didn’t understand why. Her body was lush and full, driving him wild every time he got near her. He and Marc had been going at each other nonstop since she’d arrived, fucking every chance they got. Desire for her did that to them. They needed each other now more than ever, but Jayde’s arrival had upped the ante. Destiny or not, they both ached for her on a level so deep it’s as if she’d taken up residence inside him. Aidan rubbed his chest. Every day Marc reminded him that she wasn’t ready. That they had to wait.
He didn’t want to wait anymore. Couldn’t.
“Jayde.” He spoke softly in the hopes of not startling her, but she gasped and looked at him with wild fear nonetheless.
Her hand clutched at her chest. “Oh, Aidan, you scared me to death. I didn’t think anyone else was still awake.”
“The smell in here woke me.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I dug out gran’s recipe book, and well, next thing I know, I’ve tried every flavor of fudge she had listed.” She swept her hand around the room, shying away from his gaze.
“It is nice to see someone cooking in here again.”
“Well, I’m in here, and I’m following these recipes, but I have to be honest—I’m not much of a cook. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever made anything that others have deemed edible. But after Beth came by this morning, I felt obligated to at least try. I think my grandmother would have expected that.”
She turned to the counter and picked up the big leather bound book that her grandmother had stored far more than simple recipes in.
“But these recipes… They’re so odd. What was gran up to before she died?” Jayde moved closer and pointed to Katriona’s scribblings along the borders of each page. “I don’t know what all these symbols mean?”
Aidan froze. Shit. If she freaked out on him… He wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the significance of her grandmother’s “scribblings” as she put it. Over time as the veil between good and evil wore thin, it had become necessary for the more powerful witches to hide their dangerous spells. For Katriona it made sense to use the recipe book she guarded at all times. Eventually, when Jayde was ready, Marc would teach her how to combine the recipes with the hidden code to tap into the true depth of her power.
“She doodled a lot.” He kept his answer as non-committal as possible. It wouldn’t do to get caught in a lie down the road.
Jayde shrugged. “I guess. Although something about them remind me of something from a long time ago.”
He turned around the room again, surveying all the hard work she had put into creating all these trays of fudge. He desperately needed a change of subject. “I find it hard to believe that you can’t cook, sweetheart. It smells divine in here.” He zeroed in on the oversize tray of the dark chocolate and strode over to it. “This flavor is my favorite.”
She raced around the corner to where he stood. “I’m…uh…I’m not sure you want to eat that.”
“Why not? It looks delectable.” But if she didn’t want to share her chocolate, he could certainly suggest an alternative. His cock thickened, aching.
“It’s probably not any good.”
He frowned. “I think you underestimate yourself.” Still, he understood how much approval from those around you meant to a person’s soul. He plucked a piece from the tray and brought it to his nose, inhaling the combination of chocolate and vanilla. “It smells really good. Guess there’s only one way to find out.” He quickly took a bite, amused by the look of horror splashed across her face.
The familiar flavor of Katriona’s fudge and something extra exploded in his mouth. It was like a sensual stroke on his tongue that shot sensations straight to his groin.
“You aren’t saying anything. Oh God, It’s awful; I knew it. Let me get you something to drink.” She started to turn away, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her body against his.
“No, Jayde. It’s incredible. Have you even tried any of them?”
She shook her head. “I was afraid to. They looked pretty and I wanted that to be enough.”
On a sigh, he lifted the fudge to her mouth. “Open.”
Slowly, her ruby lips parted, opening for the confection. His pulse hammered in his head, pounding with a lust that wouldn’t be denied. When her mouth closed over the treat and she bit off a piece, he set the chocolate aside. The look on her face was priceless as the fear slid away and was replaced with a rapture he knew all too well.
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