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OMG

Oh, this is so heartbreaking!

They're trying to play this as if being a doctor makes you a better lover, somehow.

This part of the sex is good and cute.

Okay, she likes cock and that makes me happy but

1.) I can't read about food play without thinking about yeast infections and

2.) I hate HATE when men go down on you but then don't let you finish. HATE.

He's biting her neck, this is highly excellent.

She arched until his palms felt the bumps of her ribs beneath her skin He wanted to feel the shape of each and every bone. Measure them with his mouth, rename them just for her.

Levi gawked openly at her as she moved, mapping the course of his journey over her body. Neck first, then between her shoulder blades and down her spine. Then he was going to pleasure her like no man had ever done before. He was going to use his body and every skill he had to leave his mark on her memory.

Yay!

But here, in the kitchen, she was the commanding force and he was completely at her mercy.

If he'd had any doubts about her mastery of baking before, he sure didn't now. She was brilliant and confident and a patient teacher.

"Tonight, I'm going to teach you a lesson about croissants and control. Consider it an audition for those skilled hands you were bragging about."

Oooh, I like this woman.

She stroked a hand along his jaw, enjoying the grate of stubble, imagining it abrading her thighs.

Ooooooh, girl! Get it, girl!

"Would you consider evacuating to my apartment in Salt Lake City? You could take my car and blast out of here tomorrow."

The offer left her breathless. Accepting a man's help, driving his car and moving into his home - even temporarily - was the exact opposite of her plan to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of her past and blaze a new life path on her own.

She wasn't in a position to help him with the rent and

Cute horseback riding.

Good thing he had their cooking class on croissants to look forward to. Maybe he could coax her to open to him while they baked her favorite pastry. He had to try. And if baking didn't do the trick, then perhaps kissing her again would.

He didn't want to scratch any itches with Kate. He wanted her, period. All of her, unconditionally.

Her wording stopped Levi short. His gut twisted. Scratching an itch with Kate suddenly felt wrong, cheap. Ugly. Something Jethro did with his girls on the side. Kate was worth so much more than that.

She knew full well that she was going to sleep with Levi tonight. She was too far gone in lust to pretend she had the willpower to stop it from happening.

And then someone tries to kill her.

"No more kissing. Neither one of us could handle what came next. You know I'm right."

She went stiff until he stroked her lip with his tongue. Then she melted into him, surrendering her body to his will. She made a whimpering sound into his mouth that vibrated against his tongue, but it was the feel of her hands lifting his shirt to feel his stomach that fueled his driving need to claim her body. To never let her go and the world be damned.

He pressed her against the pantry shelves, pinning her

He pressed close, splaying a hand over her lower back and dipping his mouth to her ear. "You still owe me a croissant-making lesson."

She turned, the bin out in front of her like a shield. "That's not a good idea anymore."

"A promise is a promise. Name the time."

It was a crime that she'd been allowed to forget how wondrous she was, in or out of the kitchen. Shame on this ranch for not exalting her as they should have.

Time for his first move.

He hung back from following her until he'd tamped down the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss away her grumpies. The plan was to touch her this morning in small doses, not abandon his strategy to reckless desires....

The image emerged in his mind of the two of them in pajamas on a Sunday morning, drinking coffee and solving a crossword together. Traitorous imagination. That wasn't what he wanted from her,

"Six years is a long time to go without sex."

It's really presumptuous of you to assume that since her husband died six years ago, she hasn't had sex in six years. Really presumptuous.

Then he kissed her. And it was everything he'd imagined. Sweet and lemony and soft.... and Kate, in his arms and all around him, kissing him back, flooding his senses with the power of her passion. It was better than creme brulee, more wicked than peaches.

He pressed her against the window and kissed her deeper. She purred her pleasure and threaded her fingers in his hair. Bliss, pure and simple. Like coming home

"There's no one here but the two of us, and I would never tell. You're going to have to get more creative in your excuses if you expect me not to kiss you now, knowing that you're thinking about it like I am."

Determination settled over her features. "How about if I tell you it's because I like to take things slow?"

He braced a hand against the windowpane behind her. "No, you don't."

She loved the way her desserts changed the landscape of his features, lightening everything. If he was her man, she'd probably carry cookies in her purse to ply him with when he got too serious.

Um

The comment hadn't been intended as an innuendo. He'd honestly decided that having deft fingers would be a handy kitchen skill. But it seemed his pastry chef had a dirty mind. How decadent. He should've guessed that nobody could care so passionately about whiskey sauce and whipped cream and not be full of passion themselves.

If he wasn't such a gentleman, he would've pointed out that, yes, he thought his hands

"Croissants." She said it with a French accent. Absolutely adorable.

"Say that again."

A bashful smile curved her lips. "Are you teasing me?"

"A little. Go on and say it."

She pressed her lips together and made a show of debating whether to grant his request. "Croissants."
...

"Maybe you can teach me. I have absolutely zero experience in the kitchen, but, being a doctor, I do have one skill going for me."

He didn't want to be the type of person who dissolved into an emotional mess over a building in front of a pretty girl, but a man who controlled when and what he felt.

There was no higher state of being than having a disciplined mind and a disciplined heart.

...

It was a villainous way to react, beneath him in every way. Choking back his self-disgust, he asked, "What happened?"