My Aliyah - Heart in Chains by Hunter Sable

Author:Hunter, Sable [Hunter, Sable]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Published: 2012-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

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When Ty opened his eyes, smells of a heavenly nature were wafting around the corner. Were those flapjacks? Following his nose, Ty roused himself from bed, took a quick shower and headed for the kitchen. Stopping at the door, he watched her at the stove. Her soft blue jeans molded to her backside like a second skin. All he could think of was what it had felt like when she had lain on top of him, how soft her skin had been, the sweet little noises she had made while she enjoyed the climax he had given her. He knew better than to sneak up on her—he did want to live. So, he spoke first. “I loved sleeping with you last night.” When she did not turn around, he walked up to her back and slid his arms around her waist. He felt her breath catch as she caught his forearms in her hands and pressed them to her body.

“Last night was the best night of my life,” she whispered. “I will never forget a moment of it.”

“Tonight, we’ll make more memories.” Tyler couldn’t help himself; he rubbed his already erect cock against her luscious little backside. “Those flapjacks smell good enough to eat.”

“Let me fix you a plate,’ she offered. He let her go, but not before he brushed his lips acrs the sensitive skin of her neck. In a few moments, she handed him a plate of warm, fragrant pancakes.

“Got any syrup, baby?” Tyler asked as he poured himself a glass of milk and her a cup of coffee. When she gave him a blank look, he repeated himself. “Syrup?”

“Surp. What is surp? If I have it, it is yours. I just don’t understand your request.”

“Sticky, sweet stuff, what you pour on your pancakes.”

His exclamation sent her into a fit of laughter. “Syrup, you mean syrup.” She realized he was mispronouncing the common word.

He looked affronted, then proceeded to pout a little. “No, I don’t mean seer-up. I want some surp, ribbon cane surp made from sugar cane, not that thin, crappy maple mess that Yankees like to pass off as surp!” Aliyah went to the refrigerator and gave him what she had.

“It is maple crap,” she laughed. He sat down with a huff and began to pour the thick, amber liquid on his pancakes. Unable to contain herself, Aliyah hugged him from the back and kissed his neck. “Maybe, I can give you a little extra sugar.”

With a growl, he pulled her into his lap. “I’ll take your sweet kisses anytime, doll-face.” For a few endless minutes, Aliyah let herself get lost in his kiss. His mouth was absolute heaven and his lips were more talented than any man’s mouth had a right to be. Before she knew it, she was as needy as she had been the night before. Her hips began to undulate in his lap and Tyler’s sexy chuckle brought a flaming blush to her cheeks. “Do you want something, baby?”

Embarrassed, she tried to get up.

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