Page 30 of The Alpha and the Baker

Would he see the swell of my stomach, what I called my baker’s pooch, and be disgusted? If he was, then good riddance. At least that’s what one part of my mind said. But that little, insecure voice in the back of my head whispered insidiously about each and every insecurity I had.

But all thought fled when Cas gently pushed the fabric of my dress down, and I saw exactly how he was looking at me.

I didn’t know that a simple movement of fabric could be so impactful, but it felt like an actual physical weight as it slid down past my bralette, my waist, my pooch, before stopping at the swell of my hips and ass.

With one last ghost of a touch from Cas’s thick, calloused fingers, the satiny fabric fell in a puddle to the floor.

“You are fucking exquisite ,” Cas breathed like he was seeing some beautiful art piece.

Desire, lust, appreciation, and something so much softer, something vulnerable, all played across his chiseled features.

That intense stare of his made me feel like I was indeed the roof of the Sistine Chapel, or the Mona Lisa herself. Maybe even the Birth of Venus .

He looked at me like I was a masterpiece .

Fuck, did he have any idea what he was doing with just a glance? It almost felt like a natural reaction that he couldn’t help rather than some purposeful seduction. Except I was wholly seduced.

“You’re not even done unwrapping me,” I said, glad that I’d thought ahead and worn a matching emerald-green lace set that matched my dress. I looked way more put together than I normally was. My usual go-to under my baking uniform was boxers and worn-out sports bras I’d had since college.

“No, I’m very much not,” he growled, and holy shit, I didn’t know his voice could go that low. Goosebumps spread out across my skin only to be soothed when his nearly burning palms cupped my face and pulled me into another kiss.

God, I really liked kissing him.

My hands fell to his waist. I thought about yanking his belt off, but I couldn’t get myself together enough to even dream of touching the buckle. I was completely enraptured by him, devoured in a way I never knew was possible.

His hands slowly glided down my neck, then across my shoulders, his broad fingers gently tracing my clavicle like it was something sacred. The goosebumps were back, stronger than ever, only to be soothed when his lips followed the same path.

“ Castiel …” I murmured as he kissed down the side of my neck, each practically a brand on my skin. I loved the burn of it, the heat. My blood rushed in my veins, and I reveled in it.

“Fuck, you smell incredible,” he said, his lips moving against my pulse point like he couldn’t bear to be even a centimeter away from my skin. And maybe he couldn’t, because the next thing I knew, his teeth were scraping against that sensitive spot on my neck.

“You can bite me,” I whispered. Wow, my voice sounded really ragged. Normally, it would have embarrassed me, but I was too into it to care. “I like it.”

Cas’s entire body shuddered, and he pulled me flush against him. I felt his hard length press into my stomach.

Why hello there, I mused to myself, my thoughts growing even cloudier.

“I can’t,” he rasped.

He couldn’t ? That was a strange way for him to phrase it. But I was distracted from asking any more questions as he kissed his way down to my shoulders, and his broad, warm hands cupped my breasts.

Fuck, it was just a simple, firm touch, but it made my breath hitch. Perhaps it was the promise of what was to come, perhaps it was the way the lacy fabric moved against my nipples. He pulled the bralette down a second later, leaving me only in my lacy panties.

“Perfect,” Cas hissed as his hands slipped under the swell of my ass. Before I could even take a breath, I was being hauled off my feet.

“Whoa!” I cried, the surprise enough to shake me from the aphrodisiac-like effect his touch had on me. I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him, not that it was necessary, because Cas’s hold on me was firm.

Against all statistical probability, he’d somehow gotten even hotter.

“I want you,” he rumbled as he stared into my eyes.

“The feeling’s mutual.” I kissed him again.

I never thought making out could be so exciting . My entire body was attuned to what was happening between us. He began to walk toward my bed, the muscles of his abdomen like steel bands against my thighs.

Holy fuck, he was so strong. My mind was spinning a million miles a minute, wondering how it would feel to be thoroughly manhandled by him.

It seemed I was about to find out.

As he lay me down on my mattress, I felt like an ancient goddess about to be worshipped. I’d never been looked at like that , touched like that , none of it.

And I never wanted it to stop.

“Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop,” he murmured against my lips before kissing his way down my body.

“I-I can do that,” I murmured in a shaky voice. Every kiss was a combination of a little shock and a soothing warmth, making the excitement building within me that much more powerful. I was drunk on it but so completely alive.

“Wanna taste you,” he rumbled, nipping just above my belly button and making me jump. “Wanna wear your scent on my face.”

“Oh my god…”

Cas kissed the spot above my panties before pulling them down my legs and tossing them to the corner of the room.

“Feel free to hold on,” he said, sending me a purely molten look right over my soft belly before he kissed my mons.

There were no sensitive nerves there, certainly no clit, so it shouldn’t have felt like anything, but the sheer promise of his touch was electric, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped at the sensation.

I was bundled so tightly, so hyped up on everything I was feeling, that I felt like I could pop off with a single touch. It was wonderful and scary and intense—and did I mention wonderful ?

He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, kissing and grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, then the other.

Finally, finally , he pressed a firm kiss right where I wanted him.

There it is… I moaned, my eyes practically rolling back into my head.

He built up the pressure slowly, bit by bit, until I was squirming and trying to get more of that delicious sensation. But his hands were bands across my thighs, pinning me in place and forcing me to be patient.

“Be good now,” he rumbled against me, and God , if that didn’t just make every nerve-ending light up. At any second, I could say red, and he’d stop, or I could insist on him picking up the pace, and he would. But, fuck, I was enjoying the torture.

When his tongue flicked over my clit, I was surprised I didn’t explode right then and there. My hands went to his head on instinct, my fingers tangling in his thick, chestnut hair. I held on for dear life, my hips desperately trying to meet the warmth of his mouth, but his hands kept me at bay.

“Cas…” I gasped, wanting more, so much more.

I was locked in a strange position where I was loving the deliberate, drawn-out torture, but I also wanted to tumble over that edge.

To come on Cas’s face like he told me to.

It was crazy that the polite, charming farm guy could say such filthy things, but at the same time, it felt so right.

“That’s my name, gorgeous. Feel free to scream it as loud as you want.”

“Not sure… the neighbors… would… appreciate that,” I panted, the pleasure rising higher and higher as his tongue returned to his work, sliding over me while his hands allowed just enough slack for me to grind that sensitive bundle of nerves into his nose.

This was insane. It usually took my Hitachi and a whole lot of can-do spirit along with the right soundtrack to get me to orgasm. I could feel it building within me, coiling tighter and tighter like a pressure release.

“Forget them. It’s only you and me, baby. Just us.”

Just us.

What a thought. As if he could feel the ecstasy inside me ramping higher and higher, he slid a finger into me.

I wasn’t usually wild about fingering, but the warmth radiating from his thick digit was absurdly intense. I’d never had a sexual partner who turned me on so completely and was so enthusiastic about foreplay.

“Cas… Cas…”

He broke away, moving his thumb over my clit as he leaned up over my body and kissed me. He tasted of me, salty and earthen, but I didn’t mind. If anything, I thought we blended well together—his musk and mine.

“Come for me, Felicia. Let yourself go for me, baby. Wanna see what it’s like when you finally fall apart.”

I wanted to fall apart, and I was so close. My nails scored their way down his chest, or at least tried to, until I realized he was still fully clothed.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

“Your shirt,” I gasped out. It was like I was trying to speak a foreign language.

“My…?” He looked down to where my hands were clutching at the fabric, and a devilish smile crossed his features. “Ah, I can take care of that for you.”

Without missing a beat, he gently pulled my hands away, then reached to the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head in that sexy way men did sometimes.

Holy shit! Was that supposed to be so fucking hot? He was just taking his shirt off, but wow, was I very much into it.

And I was also very into how he looked in his undershirt. He removed it much the same way, hauling it over his head one-handed in that incredibly nonchalant but masculine way. He tossed it aside, and I giggled at the thought of the little laundry pile we’d have once everything was said and done.

I reached for his belt, but he caught my hands, kissing one, then the other, before capturing my lips again. With subtle pressure, he made me lie back on the sheets.

Fuck, it felt so good to have him settle over me, his incredibly muscled thigh sliding between mine as his fingers slid between us. It felt delicious to try to grind against him while his thumb continued to circle my clit, taking me higher, and higher, and higher.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so wet and pretty for me already. Could keep you like this all night and never get tired of it. Make you come on my hand, on my face, on my thighs until these jeans smell like you and only you.”

My hands roved over the muscles of his chest and torso. He wasn’t like a dehydrated movie star where every part of him was striated to the high heavens. No, he was real. Thick, muscular, and so fucking strong.

It was too much. As my nails sank into his pecs and two of his fingers curled inside me, my orgasm hit me like a wrecking ball. My legs tried to snap together, and my back tried to arch off the bed, but Cas’s delicious weight was on top of me, and I didn’t want it to leave me.

“Fuck, Cas! Fuck! ” Not exactly eloquent, but I was honestly surprised that I could speak at all. I probably would have bitten my own tongue if Cas didn’t start kissing me again.

It was almost like he was trying to drink in my orgasm. He was the grounding anchor to the deluge of ecstasy racking my body. Had I ever come that hard before? My recall wasn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t.

“There you go,” Cas rumbled as I started to come down. Once I could open my eyes and interpret what he was saying, I started to feel a little self-conscious. I’d just had one of the best orgasms of my life, and we were only on the preamble. “You were incredible.”

“ I was incredible?” I asked, a bit more wheezy than I would have liked. “Pot meet kettle.”

He laughed softly, and that sound had my libido flaring right back up. I tended to be a one-and-done girl when I orgasmed, so my willingness to go again surprised me. Granted, I rarely climaxed during foreplay. Usually, it was with the help of a vibrator after my partner finished.

“I’m ready.” God, I was so ready. I was dripping for him. But for the third, frustrating time, when I reached for his belt, Cas stilled me.

“I would love nothing more than to be inside you right now, but I’ve learned from experience that my partners often need a little extra prep.”

“Extra prep?” I teased. I loved how easy everything was with Cas.

The sex was intense, yes, but the laughter made it all so much more magnificent.

The mood shifted so naturally without either of us having to try to engineer it.

“I’ve had guys say that to me before, but unless you’re truly massive, I promise I’m fine. ”

He raised an eyebrow, and to my surprise, he gently took my hand, pressing my palm to the front of his pants and the erection I’d had my eyes on. While the dark slacks hadn’t hidden it, I suddenly discovered that it had done a lot of obscuring, because holy hell, he was packing!

“You know, maybe one more time couldn’t hurt,” I said with a sheepish grin. After all, it had been a long time for me.

And God, the wicked smile that bloomed across his face would have made me clench my thighs if one of his legs wasn’t still posted between them. “Your wish is my command.”