Author: Julie Mack
Email: mackteach@aol.com
Rated: PG-13
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“I can do this … I really can.”
“Now, honey. Just take it easy. It’ll come with time … and patience.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Trust me.”
“Oh, all right. Tell me what to do …”
“Well, first … you have to test the temperature …” His finger dipped in.
“Uh huh …”
She watched as his finger swirled around before he withdrew it with a flourish. She stared as he closed his mouth over that same finger and licked it clean.
He grinned, noticing her total mesmerization with his actions. “Honey?”
She shook her head as if to clear it. “Sorry … you were saying?”
His grin widened. “The temperature is fine.”
“Fine?”
“Well, actually … it’s great. Not overheated … just … right …”
“Right …”
His gaze fell to her parted lips and he watched in fascination as her tongue ran over them, moistening them, making them hard to resist. As if he could resist anything about her.
He cleared his throat. The sound startled them both and they broke slightly out of the gathering fog about them.
“Where were we?” she whispered, her voice suddenly dry and raspy.
He noticed that her breathing was becoming more rapid, more shallow. Her nostrils flared in excitement. And anticipation.
“Um …”
She smiled, pleased that he was as rattled as she was. “Temperature?”
“Right. Temperature. OK. Next, we … just kinda mix it all together.”
She watched as his hands began the blending that she had come to know so well, the rhythm that he began as welcome and as comfortable as he was to her. Her hands joined his, their fingers interlocking. She moaned softly as he nuzzled at her throat.
“Don’t forget the butter …
His voice, soft and feathery against her ear made her shiver. “Butter?”
She watched as he reached for the cup of melted butter and ever so slowly poured it over them. The aroma was intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as chocolate, she thought. She saw rivulets of the melted butter run along her skin and onto his.
All the while, the rhythm that his hands had begun quickened.
He could hear her heart pounding. Concerned, he stopped his actions and asked, “You all right?”
Her eyes lit up with love, marveling again at how his concern for her overrode his own needs. “Never better.” Her eyes darkened as she finished her next words. “I can’t wait.”
He returned her gaze with a heated one of his own. “It won’t be much longer …”
His hands unlocked from hers. “Go ahead and finish.”
Panic came into her eyes. “But …”
His gaze, soft and warm, calmed her. “You can do this. Trust me. Trust yourself.”
She sighed softly. Of course she could. He had so much faith in her. She *could* do this. Once more she sighed, this time a bit louder. “OK.”
She reached out, but pulled her hand back. She looked at him, a look of disappointment in her eyes. “I can’t.”
He chuckled softly and leaned toward her until their foreheads touched. “It’s all right. I’ll finish it for you … this time.”
She brightened, knowing that he loved her and was only teasing. They both knew that he would always be there for her. Always there to help her … finish.
She watched as he finished the preparations for the Rice Krispies Treats …
THE END