“We knew he would. He’s so talented. I need to get back to the shop—Cree’s watching it for me—but I’m so happy for you guys.” Cree was a waitress at Governor Bradford, and Sky had done several tattoos for her. “She wants me to teach her how to do tattoos.”
“That sounds like fun.” Sky hugged her again and waved on her way out of the shop, and Lizzie’s mind traveled back to Blue.
She didn’t have much time to linger on thoughts of Blue, as a steady stream of customers kept her busy throughout the afternoon. By the end of the day, her feet were killing her. She groaned at the thought of shoving them into a pair of heels for her webcast, when all she really wanted to do was curl up with Blue and have him kiss the long day away. He’d called her twice when she was with customers, and as she gathered the flowers that hadn’t sold and would soon wilt, she finally returned his call.
“How’s my favorite girl?” His voice sent a river of heat through her.
“Missing you. Still flying around, getting ready to take flowers over to the firehouse.”
“Lucky firemen,” Blue teased.
“How about you?” How had he become so important to her so quickly? Just hearing his voice rejuvenated her. “Are you sick of being in my kitchen yet?”
“Never. But I’m sick of being without you. Can I take you to dinner?”
She glanced at the clock. By the time she closed up and dropped off the flowers, it would be nearly eight o’clock. She hadn’t had time to prepare for filming tonight’s webcast, but she desperately wanted to spend time with Blue.
“I would love that. I’d offer to cook for you, but this hot guy has my kitchen torn apart.”
“Why don’t we cook together at my place? Or we could go down to the pier and grab something at Mac’s if you’d rather.”
Being alone with Blue was just what she needed. “Dinner at your place sounds perfect. What can I bring?”
“Just you, babe. I’ll grab what we need on the way home.”
Lizzie swallowed past the guilt that clogged her throat. She needed to tell him about the webcast. Tonight, she promised herself. Tonight she’d tell him.
***
BLUE LIT CANDLES and set them in the center of the table, turned on the stereo, and as Lizzie came up the front walk, he went outside to greet her. He’d just seen her twelve hours earlier, and still his pulse ratcheted up at the sight of her in a miniskirt and strappy sandals. He drank in her smile and the sultry look in her eyes. Damn, he was one hell of a lucky guy.
He gathered her in his arms and touched his lips to hers, intending to give her a tender welcome, but tender went out the door when her luscious curves melted against him and she kissed him back with fervor. How would he ever make it through dinner when every time he was near her he wanted to devour her? Desire radiated from her body, her eyes, her breath, and he knew she was on the same page. Was all this passion, all this desire, just the culmination of a year’s worth of wanting, or was this something bigger? Something even more powerful? Something that made him want to sweep her off her feet and make her his forever?
“Christ, I missed you,” he said against her lips before capturing her mouth in another kiss.
“Me too.” She ran her hand up his back and pressed on his shoulder blades, holding him as close as she was able. “It was so hard to walk out of my house this morning knowing you were staying.”
“It was even harder for me to let you go.”
They walked inside, kissing every few steps. At the sight of the candlelight dinner, Lizzie’s eyes widened, and her smile followed.
“You did all of this? For me?”
She turned to him, and he couldn’t resist gathering her close again. Their mouths met in a spark of fiery kisses. He lifted her in his arms, and her skirt slid up her thighs as her legs circled his waist.
“Do you want to eat?” he said breathlessly.
“Dessert first,” she said as she lowered her mouth to his neck, sucking hard enough to blur his thoughts.
He pressed her back against the door, moving his hands beneath her lace panties to her heated skin. “You feel like heaven.”
His teeth grazed over her jaw, and she let out a sexy little sound that made his cock twitch.
“I love the sounds you make.” Her head tipped back, giving him better access to her neck, which he licked and kissed, making her squirm with desire. Her fingernails dug into his back as he pressed his hard length against her, the need to be inside her driving his fingers across her ass, between her legs, seeking the heat he felt against him.
He buried his tongue in her mouth, probing, taking, starving for more of her. Knowing she was wet for him, craving him as much as he craved her, shredded any chance at staving off his desires.
“You’re so hot, Lizzie. I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she said in a heated long breath.
He turned off the stove, blew out the candles, and in a few determined steps they were in his bedroom. He set her feet on the floor and she reached for her skirt.