“You’re damn right I’ll enjoy.”
She took off her wig and glasses and dropped them to the floor, then leaned back against the counter as he feasted on her body. From the tug of his lips over her nipples to the feel of his heat searing into her skin and the scrape of his teeth as he dragged them over each taut peak, she was completely, utterly lost in him. There were no words for the sensations consuming her: gratitude at being loved so completely, desire for more of his touch, taken by the rasp of his scruff against her skin, wooed by the sweetness he whispered as he tasted every inch of her. Carnal lust made her want to do even dirtier things with Blue—only with Blue.
“Turn around.” It came out like a demand, and she knew that he was as lost in them as she was. He placed her hands on the counter and bent her over at the waist.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he held her there, nudging her legs farther apart with his feet before he drove into her in a thrust that made them both gasp a breath.
“Blue,” she cried out, the last of his name fading away to sheer bliss.
He pressed his chest to her back as their bodies moved together.
“God, I love you, Lizzie,” he said against her neck. “I have to see you.”
He withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. He turned her in his arms and lifted her to the counter, tugging her to the edge.
“Look at you. You’re stunning. Gorgeous.” He ran his finger over her collarbone, sending shivers through her entire body. Following the path with his mouth, he buried his mouth on her wet heat again, laving her sensitive flesh until she was sure the heat inside her would sear her skin. He brought his tongue to her clit, taking her higher, until her entire body was quivering, and finally—blissfully—she came again. She arched against his mouth, her body quaking from the intensity of the orgasm, on the fringe of another.
She couldn’t take any more. Her flesh was too sensitive, too ripe and ready. Even though she felt like every touch sent her insides spiraling, she ached for more of him. She yanked his head back and pulled him to his feet, locking her lips over his. The taste of him overpowered the taste of her, and when he drove into her again, her head tipped back with the pleasure of it.
“Blue—”
He drew back, and she could see he was worried he’d hurt her. She pulled on his hips. “Don’t stop.”
His lips quirked up as he thrust into her again. Lifting her into his arms, their bodies still joined as one, he lowered them both to the floor, knocking the flour and sugar off the counter with his elbow and showering them in white powder. They both laughed as he kissed the sugar and flour from her lips, her neck, her jaw, scrambling her brain into love-soaked mush.
“Marry me, Lizzie,” he said as he gazed into her eyes, never breaking their stride. And what she saw there, all that love, for her, bowled her over. “Marry me. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I’ll support your naked baking on every level.”
She could barely breathe, but a smile tugged at her lips. “You want to marry the Naked Baker?”
“More than I want anything else in this world. Say yes, and I’ll be right here by your side every moment of every day. We’ll fix up the lighthouse just the way you want it. And after two years, if you want to stop filming the show, we’ll start a family, or we’ll keep filming. Whatever you want, as long as we’re together.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled up at him. “I’d say yes, but I think you’re just asking me because of my mad baking skills.”
He laughed, narrowed his eyes, as if to say, Really? You’re going to tease me at a time like this? But he played along with it, and that made her fall even harder. “It’s that obvious?”
“Yeah, but you’re kind of cute, and you do give good orgasms, so…” She wanted to remember this moment, the look in his eyes, the flour hanging in the air, the scent of their lovemaking mingling with the aroma of freshly baked cake. She wanted to remember the fullness of her chest and the way her heart was so happy that there was no room for doubt.
“Wait,” Blue said, reaching for the apron. “I almost forgot.”
“Wait? You don’t want my answer?” She laughed again as he reached into the pocket of his apron and pulled out the most elegant diamond band she’d ever seen. Her heart nearly stopped. It, too, was peppered in white dust. He blew the dusting of white powder off the beautiful ring and gazed into her eyes again.
“I’ve never seen you wear jewelry, and I assumed it was because you don’t want it to get hooked on things while you work. I hope this isn’t too cumbersome, and if I was wrong, and you want a different ring, something bigger, flashier—”