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Authors: Ariana McGregor
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carefully peeling back to the bread to peek suspiciously at the contents. She grinned when she saw cheese.
“I thought that cheese sandwiches were a pretty safe bet,” Alex said drily. “There are some other things too though, so help yourself.” He poked around and came up with two bottles of cola. A small box appeared next. He caught her watching and grinned at her. “Would I dare take you on a picnic and not bring cheesecake?”
Ooh, the magic word. Cheesecake. Why hadn't she mated him yet? When she reached for the box, he gently batted her hands away. A small growl escaped her. She wasn't sure which of them was more surprised. Alex threw his head back and laughed. For a moment, the cheesecake was forgotten as she stared at him. The man was delicious, truly stunning... and hers for the taking. After she'd had some cheesecake. A girl needed priorities.
“Lunch first. Dessert after,” Alex insisted. “Woman cannot live on cheesecake alone. It'll still be there when you're done.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, holding out a hand for the box. “Alternatively, we can have dessert first, lunch after.” She was not the kind of woman that you could dangle cheesecake in front of and then make her eat a sandwich. Not unless that person was a sadist. Or asking to be gnawed to death.
“That's not the convention,” Alex said. “Dessert is basically bribery to make you eat the healthier, more nutritious food. It doesn't work if you go straight for the dessert.”
Tara shrugged. “I'm not the conventional type. Dessert should be eaten first while you still have room. You can savour it properly.”
Alex looked at her. “I'm not giving up the cheesecake until you've eaten at least two sandwiches. Unless you think you can take it from me.” He smirked at her.
She stared back at him, assessing. Okay, so he was a lot bigger than her, had a lot more muscles, was stronger, could turn into a bear. On her side? Ummm... she had a desperate need for cheesecake. Screw it. She was going for it. Without warning, she launched herself at him, noting his eyes grow wide. Clearly he hadn't expected that move. He lifted up his hands to catch her, grabbing her around the waist and holding her to him as he fell backwards. She wriggled against him, trying to climb up his body, her hand reaching out for the box of cheesecake. She just couldn't... quite... reach. Her fingertips grazed the box but only succeeded in pushing it slightly further away. Dammit. Maybe if she climbed a little higher.
She wriggled some more, inching up Alex's body... and what a body. Even through his clothes, she could feel the hard sculpted muscles. This close, he smelled heavenly. Like freshly baked biscuits and honey with a hint of bear and trees. Gradually she noticed that he wasn't moving. Looking down, she could see that he was holding himself still, his gaze firmly on her chest. In all her manoeuvring, she now had her chest positioned right over his face. Her dress had dipped down a little, not exposing her but showing a little more flesh. She should probably move. Yet she didn't. As she panted, she saw her breasts move and watched as Alex swallowed hard, his eyes following the movements.
Slowly, she slid down him, bringing their faces level, his eyes flicked up to meet hers, his gaze hot and hungry. She leaned down and brushed her lips against his, barely a whisper of a kiss. With a growl, his arms tightened against her and his head lifted up to capture her lips. No gentle kiss, he took possession, branding her with his passion. Lost in sensation, she rubbed herself against him, trying to get closer. His hand slid down and cupped her ass, grinding her against the hard length of him. She moaned into his mouth. Her clothes felt restrictive, confining. Breaking for air, she spotted movement in the corner of her eye. A dog was sitting watching them.
“What's wrong?” Alex said, smoothing hair back from her face.
“We have an audience,” she told him.
“I thought that cheese sandwiches were a pretty safe bet,” Alex said drily. “There are some other things too though, so help yourself.” He poked around and came up with two bottles of cola. A small box appeared next. He caught her watching and grinned at her. “Would I dare take you on a picnic and not bring cheesecake?”
Ooh, the magic word. Cheesecake. Why hadn't she mated him yet? When she reached for the box, he gently batted her hands away. A small growl escaped her. She wasn't sure which of them was more surprised. Alex threw his head back and laughed. For a moment, the cheesecake was forgotten as she stared at him. The man was delicious, truly stunning... and hers for the taking. After she'd had some cheesecake. A girl needed priorities.
“Lunch first. Dessert after,” Alex insisted. “Woman cannot live on cheesecake alone. It'll still be there when you're done.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, holding out a hand for the box. “Alternatively, we can have dessert first, lunch after.” She was not the kind of woman that you could dangle cheesecake in front of and then make her eat a sandwich. Not unless that person was a sadist. Or asking to be gnawed to death.
“That's not the convention,” Alex said. “Dessert is basically bribery to make you eat the healthier, more nutritious food. It doesn't work if you go straight for the dessert.”
Tara shrugged. “I'm not the conventional type. Dessert should be eaten first while you still have room. You can savour it properly.”
Alex looked at her. “I'm not giving up the cheesecake until you've eaten at least two sandwiches. Unless you think you can take it from me.” He smirked at her.
She stared back at him, assessing. Okay, so he was a lot bigger than her, had a lot more muscles, was stronger, could turn into a bear. On her side? Ummm... she had a desperate need for cheesecake. Screw it. She was going for it. Without warning, she launched herself at him, noting his eyes grow wide. Clearly he hadn't expected that move. He lifted up his hands to catch her, grabbing her around the waist and holding her to him as he fell backwards. She wriggled against him, trying to climb up his body, her hand reaching out for the box of cheesecake. She just couldn't... quite... reach. Her fingertips grazed the box but only succeeded in pushing it slightly further away. Dammit. Maybe if she climbed a little higher.
She wriggled some more, inching up Alex's body... and what a body. Even through his clothes, she could feel the hard sculpted muscles. This close, he smelled heavenly. Like freshly baked biscuits and honey with a hint of bear and trees. Gradually she noticed that he wasn't moving. Looking down, she could see that he was holding himself still, his gaze firmly on her chest. In all her manoeuvring, she now had her chest positioned right over his face. Her dress had dipped down a little, not exposing her but showing a little more flesh. She should probably move. Yet she didn't. As she panted, she saw her breasts move and watched as Alex swallowed hard, his eyes following the movements.
Slowly, she slid down him, bringing their faces level, his eyes flicked up to meet hers, his gaze hot and hungry. She leaned down and brushed her lips against his, barely a whisper of a kiss. With a growl, his arms tightened against her and his head lifted up to capture her lips. No gentle kiss, he took possession, branding her with his passion. Lost in sensation, she rubbed herself against him, trying to get closer. His hand slid down and cupped her ass, grinding her against the hard length of him. She moaned into his mouth. Her clothes felt restrictive, confining. Breaking for air, she spotted movement in the corner of her eye. A dog was sitting watching them.
“What's wrong?” Alex said, smoothing hair back from her face.
“We have an audience,” she told him.
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