HANS: Alliance Series Book Four(37)
I scoot my hand over so my pinkie is covering his.
I’m looking at his big hand below mine when it blurs.
My hand instinctually jerks back, but Hans catches it before I can move an inch.
He moved so fast I couldn’t even track it. But now his hand is fully on top of mine, trapping mine between my thigh and his palm.
“You’re quick.”
His hand flexes. “What made you start your blog, Butterfly?” he asks me again.
“I’ve always loved food. I mean, you met my parents. They’re great at making stuff. So I figured baking was something I wouldn’t get sick of.” I lift my shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about doing the blog for a few years. I just never pulled the trigger.”
“What changed?”
CHAPTER 44
Hans
Why’d you start your blog right after moving in across the street from me?
“You,” Cassandra says casually, but the answer slams into my chest.
CHAPTER 45
Cassie
I bite the edge of my lip, not believing I just admitted that.
“Me?”
Hans looks so surprised, it’s worth the bit of ego I have to shed sharing this next part. “Yeah, so, I always wanted to—start the blog—but I didn’t want to waste the stuff I made. And it’s not like I can just make a single cookie. Recipes are bigger than that. And I need extra to make sure I have a good one for photos. Ya know?”
Hans nods slowly.
“Well…” I sigh. “I was embarrassed about not being good, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of my previous neighbors if they’d want anything. And for the last, I dunno, several years, I’ve worked from home, so I didn’t have an office or something to bring them to.”
“You didn’t have someone to share with,” Hans says, putting it together.
I nod, even though his eyes are on the road. “I did my first posting the weekend after we met. I thought, maybe, a guy who lived alone wouldn’t mind some extra food now and again.” I bite my lip. “I don’t know if you rememberā —”
CHAPTER 46
Hans
Banana scones.
“I made banana scones.”
She says it like I haven’t memorized the entire history of her blog.
Like I haven’t read through the entire thing, top to bottom, countless times.
Like I don’t open her blog every time I have trouble sleeping.
Like I could have possibly forgotten.
I incline my head. “I remember.”
CHAPTER 47
Cassie
“You do?” I try to tamp down my excitement. “I mean, I guess you would. The first time the stranger from across the street leaves a container of food on your front step is probably memorable.”
“They were good.”
I wiggle my fingers under Hans’s hand. “Can I ask you something?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Will you tell me the truth?”
Hans slides me a look. “Maybe.”
I take a deep breath and ask, “Do you eat the stuff I leave for you, or do you throw it away?”
CHAPTER 48
Hans
I think about the banana scones that were raw in the middle and charred on the outside. I think about the angel food cake that was salty. I think about the wet zucchini cookies I inhaled over the sink.
“I eat all of it.” I keep pressure on Cassandra’s hand, and it moves with mine as I slide my palm up her thigh until I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy.
It takes focus to stop there. I want to do more. Want to grip her there.
The woman I’ve been focused on for over a year just admitted that she started her blog because of me. She made that food for me.
And I want to devour her for it.
I want to strip every shred of clothing from her body and tell her how much she means to me. I want to feast on her flesh and tell her I’ll eat anything she makes me.
But we’re about to pull into the airport. And as much as it would simplify my life, I can’t make Cassandra miss her flight.
CHAPTER 49
Cassie
“You do?” My voice is breathy.
Hans eats my food.
And his hand is so warm over mine. And it’s so close to touching me there. Which I want him to do, but I’m glad he isn’t. Because I don’t want to walk through TSA with damp panties.
“Always.” His tone is so honest.
We start to slow, and I look out the windshield to see we’ve already arrived.
I watch his profile as he slows and pulls his truck to the curb in the departures lane.
“When I get back, I’ll bake you something.”
He puts the truck into park and looks at me. “I’d like that.”
Before I can say more, Hans shoves his door open and climbs out.