Page 77 of Beautiful Crazy
Once it starts to boil, I instruct him to keep stirring it. “We’ve gotta stir this for about ten or fifteen minutes to get it up to 220 degrees Fahrenheit,” I tell him as I pull a plate out of the freezer. “Then we can check doneness by dropping a spoonful of the jam onto this plate.”
Looking from the plate to me, confusion furrows his brow. “What does that do?”
I breathe out a small laugh. “If the jam appears to gel, then we know it’s ready. If it’s thin and runny, we’ll continue to stir it on the stove.”
My eyes drop down his back, taking in the firm globes of his ass. It’s such a nice ass; I want to take a bite out of it.
The timer goes off, and I pull the biscuits out of the oven, putting the next round in. When I’m done doing that, it’s time to test the jam. I can already tell just by looking at it that it’s probably good to go, but I hand Everett a small spoon to check just in case.
“This was easier than I thought it would be,” he says while we wait.
“People often think so much goes into making jam, and that’s just not the case. And it tastes so much better than the stuff you can get at the store.”
Everett places a larger spoonful onto the plate to cool it off so he can try it, and while we wait for that to be ready, we canup the rest of the jam, screwing the lids on tight so we can put it all away. The timer for the biscuits goes off, so I get those out and place them on the counter to cool as well. I can’t even focus on how amazing the house smells when Everett is standing in my kitchen looking downright delectable.
Catching me staring, his lip ticks up. “What’re you thinking about?” he asks, voice gravelly.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I cock my head to the side and go with honesty. “I was just thinking about how sexy it would be to see you wear that apron with nothing else on underneath.”
He smiles over at me, cheeks the perfect shade of pink as he rests his hip against the counter. “Is that right?”
Knowing what a filthy mouth Everett has, it always turns me on something fierce seeing him get bashful.
I nod, unable to hide my smile. “Yeah, and I think you should.”
Everett glances around for a moment. “Where’s Sutton?”
“Are you just now realizing he’s not here?” I snort.
Chuckling, he brushes his hand along the stubble covering his jaw. “No, obviously not. But when is he coming back?”
“He’s with my mom and stepdad for the day,” I tell him. “They went to the zoo a couple hours away and won’t be home until late.”
We watch each other, the heat and tension simmering between us. It’s wild how even being near him turns me on so much that doing something as normal and not sexual as baking with him can turn me on. I’ve been revved up since the minute he walked into my house.
Will he do it?
The question is answered a second later as I watch him untie the apron from around his neck before reaching behind his head and grabbing the collar of his shirt, tugging it off. He tosses the material onto the counter behind him before securing the apron around his neck again. Then his hands disappear behind the apron, and my mouth waters as I watch him shove his sweats and boxers down, his eyes never leaving mine.
My heart races as I take him in. Even more so when his lip kicks up on one side and he murmurs, “Your turn, mama.”
“My turn?” I ask, the grin wide as it spreads on my face.
“You’re the teacher today,” he explains, taking a step in my direction. “And we lead by example in the classroom, don’t you know?”
Swallowing thickly, I watch on bated breath as he reaches behind my neck, undoing the strings and letting them fall. Fingers coming to the hem of my tank top, he cocks a brow at me, silently instructing me to raise my arms, which I do. He tugs the cotton up and over my head, letting it fall beside us as his eyes fall to my breasts.
“I fucking love when you don’t wear a bra,” he groans, fingers coming up to tweak my nipples, the touch sending a shock wave of pleasure to my already heated core. Only playing with them for a moment, he ties the strings around my neck again before stepping closer and bringing his hands to my hips. Everett leans in, pressing his hot, firm lips to my neck as he shoves my shorts off my body until they’re pooling at my feet. Large hands coming up to cup the swellof my ass, he growls against my skin. “And no panties? Such a dirty girl, mama.”
Everett pulls back enough to look me in the eye as he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. Hot, hungry lips are on mine before I know what’s happening, his tongue surging into my mouth, greedily tasting and tangling with mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as his circle my waist, and he kisses me until I’m panting and breathless. Until my head is dizzy and my body is on fire.
“I’m fucking starving for you,” he growls, fingers untying the string around my waist. “And I changed my mind about this. I want to see every inch of your sexy fucking body as I devour it.”
A shiver rolls down my spine as he removes the fabric, leaving me standing before him, completely bare.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Look at you, you’re perfect. I missed this.”
Eyes coming up to meet mine, lust and longing douse my veins, and I admit softly, “Me too.”