A Baker's Delight (McKenzie Cousins Book 7) Read online

  A Baker’s Delight

  Lexi Buchanan

  Contents

  McKenzie Family Tree

  1. Sofia

  2. Shane

  3. Sofia

  4. Shane

  5. Sofia

  6. Shane

  7. Sofia

  8. Shane

  9. Sofia

  10. Shane

  11. Sofia

  12. Shane

  13. Sofia

  14. Shane

  15. Sofia

  16. Shane

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by Lexi Buchanan

  Tears in the Rain

  Stryker, MMA Romantic Suspense

  Twenty Eight Days, Romantic Suspense

  Come Back to Me

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2018 by Lexi Buchanan

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Published by HFCA Publishing House

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  McKenzie Family Tree

  Elias and Pippa McKenzie

  Lucien & Sabrina (Entice #4)

  Alexander ~ Paige McKenzie (MC#4, Kissing Cousins)

  Olivia

  Michael & Lily (Seduce #1, The Wedding #1.5)

  Michael Jr ~ Brooke Jordan (MC#2, A Business Decision)

  Charlotte ~ Tanner Jackson (MC#3, Secret Kisses)

  Sirena ~ Garrett Hudson (1 son - Elias Michael James Hudson - 1 daughter - McKenna Lily Hudson ~ MC#1, Baby Makes Three)

  Joshua

  Sebastian & Carla (Rapture #2)

  Madison ~ Derek Jackson (MC#5 If Only)

  Dylan

  Ruben & Rosie (Delight #3)

  Ryan

  Sofia ~ Shane Fletcher (MC#07, A Baker’s Delight)

  Jaxon

  Ramon & Noah (Cherished #5)

  Paige ~ Seth Reynolds (MC#6, Princess and the Puck)

  Rachel ~ Alexander McKenzie (MC#4, Kissing Cousins)

  1

  Sofia

  “I want you in my bed until after Monica’s wedding.”

  The words that had flown out between Shane Fletcher’s lips, makes me shiver each time I think back. It wasn’t just the words he’d used, but the way he’d spoken them. His voice had been deep, raspy with sexiness and had just about melted my panties, which is why I’d run away to Boston to spend a few days with my family.

  I’m home in Lexington now, and I still can’t get him out of my head. Everywhere I look around the store is a reminder of him. I have bits and pieces to be used for his sister’s wedding cake and desserts lying around, which Shane Fletcher, software millionaire, is paying for.

  The devil of a man knows exactly what he does to me whenever he’s close. Something I’m not happy about. I’m not the best around guys, especially the really handsome looking ones. I tend to get flustered, but Shane uses it to his advantage. He likes to stand in my personal space and he has an unnerving way of keeping his dark eyes focused solely on me.

  It was his thighs in fitted slacks that had first drawn my gaze. The way the material clung to his tight muscles as he’d walked down the stairs. I’d been talking with his sister and then my attention had quickly strayed. Shane is younger than I’d expected, which is the excuse I’d given to his sister when she’d noticed my gaze. But heck no, the man had my body reacting in ways I hadn’t known possible. It had felt like I was in one of the romance novels I love to read. I’d called him a rake to my cousin, Paige when I’d been in Boston. And that is the first word that comes to mind when I think about Shane Fletcher.

  His smile can and more than likely has gotten him whatever he’s wanted and although I’m trying to keep our relationship strictly professional, I have the feeling that I’m only on a path to failure. Every time his dark eyes focus on me, my insides turn to mush and my panties melt. I want him. His offer sounding better and better the more I think about it.

  Hearing a laugh smothered behind a cough, I jump and end up slapping myself in the face with the spatula coated in pink frosting. It’s strawberry flavored, my favorite, so I stick my tongue out and start licking it off while watching the rake himself lean against the door jamb. His eyes follow exactly where my tongue goes while my own eyes use his distraction to caress over his body. It’s difficult to miss the erection stretching the fabric over his groin.

  Clearing my throat, I decide to break the tension between us before I do something very unlike me and jump him. Not that I’d know what to do once I was wrapped around him but I’m sure my imagination wouldn’t fail me.

  Shane lets out a strangled groan, straightening. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to spread you out on that counter behind you, spread the pink stuff over certain parts of your body, and lick it off.” His hand reaches his groin and I watch as he straightens his dick. He does it with an air of laziness as he rubs his hard flesh before moving forward.

  I dart around the counter to the sink and drop the spatula into the warm water. “I don’t know what you mean.” I flick my head and curse when my hat flies off, releasing my blonde hair in waves down my back. I try and keep it up and hidden during bakery hours.

  Drying my hands, I reach up around my neck to grab my hair except Shane gets there first. His large hands gather my hair and then I feel his fingers sliding through the thick strands. They work upward and then he’s massaging my scalp, moving down my neck and back into my hair. The sigh I release is far louder than I had meant, so no doubt the sexy man behind me heard.

  He lifts my hair and fastens it back into a ponytail, his fist wrapping around the length, tipping my head to the side. Goose bumps prickle my skin when his lips skim my shoulder, moving up along my neck. “What are you doing?” I mumble, my eyes tightly closed. I need to regain some control but right now he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t be able to object.

  “I want you, Sofia. The way I react to you makes me tremble. Tell me you’ll have me.”

  Swallowing hard at his words, I’m so tempted to say, ‘yes, take me,’ but I need to be away from him to think clearly. His scent overpowers me and his touch makes me want to get down on my knees and beg for so much more. Although, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t need to beg.

  “You don’t really want me.” I gather my wits and pull away, hoping my cheeks don’t look as hot as they feel.

  Shane blinks and grabs his cock through his pants. “Like hell I don’t want you.”

  My eyes widen in surprise at the thickness wrapped in his hand. I gulp and shake my head, stepping further away. “I’ve never had sex without being in a relationship.” That is partly correct considering I’ve never been in a relationship.

  Within a blink of an eye, Shane has me pressed against the counter, his hands on either side as he moves in close. So close that his forehead rests against mine and I can see the hint of brown in his eyes. My heart pounds and my body burns.

  “Anything between us would be amazing, Sofia. You’d never go without. I’d make sure of that.” He nuzzles down the side of my face and brushes slow kisses along my neck and up to my earlobe. He pulls my lobe into his mouth and nibbles.

  I gasp and unaware of what I’m doing, I arch into his body, rubbing up against the throb of his. Shane hisses and grabs my butt with one of his large hands, keeping me in place, and thrusts.

  My eyes roll back and I clutch at his shoulders, wanting what
ever it is he’s doing to me to never stop.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses. “You’ve bewitched me, all I want to do is rip your panties off, open my slacks, and fuck you right here, right now, and to hell with who might catch us.” Holding my gaze, he breathes as heavily as me, and slowly steps out of my space.

  I feel the loss of his touch immediately, and quickly put the palms of my hands to my flushed cheeks. They’re certainly not flushed with embarrassment. Not this time.

  “You’re a dangerous woman, Sofia McKenzie.” Shane gives me one last penetrating stare before leaving as silently as he appeared.

  I drop my butt heavily to the floor and sit like an idiot wondering what the hell I’m going to do. He’s dangerous. To him it’s sex. To me it’s becoming a lot more, and that scares me.

  2

  Shane

  Leaving the bakery as quickly as I can, I press the button to unlock my car and climbing in, I slump into the seat frustrated as hell. What is it about Sofia that has me throbbing? I’ve been around a lot of beautiful women, each with far more experience than the small blonde bombshell.

  I’ve been distracted with her for far too long, which is why I propositioned her. I wince, remembering how shocked she’d been. She hadn’t been the only one. Until I’d opened my mouth I’d had no idea what I was going to say. I’d blurted it out after she’d given me an instant erection from the view of her bending over the counter. The thoughts running through my head at that point had been dirty as fuck.

  The curvy woman had no clue what she does to me although I suspect she does now. I don’t think I could have been any more obvious.

  Groaning, I slam my head back against the seat hoping that my sanity might return. No such luck. Sofia McKenzie is in my head to stay until I can satisfy the intense craving I have for her.

  There is something innocent about her, which turns me on even more. She isn’t that innocent though, not with that face and her curvy body.

  I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue enjoying the thought of having her lips wrapped around my straining erection. I’m just glad I’d left home before my sister could join me on the trip into town with how I’m reacting—like a horny teenager.

  Shaking my head, I groan watching the screen of my cell flashing with my mother’s name and the picture she insisted I use. This isn’t the time to talk to her so I let it go to voice mail only to have her calling again straight after.

  Knowing my mother, it’s a wedding emergency or her husband is having a dinner party and they expect me to be there. It’s rare for me to accept but they both constantly push it.

  My own space is sacred to me, which is why I bought the property I did. I’d wanted out of the city as soon as I’d sold my company, much to my mother’s disgust. I’ve made enough money to not have to work for the rest of my life and I’d become bored with it. I loved a challenge but once completed I always became bored. So I sold. And have a home I share with my sister until she’s married; in a town I love...with a baker who has my body hot and aching with just the sound of her voice.

  Cursing, I finally answer my mother’s call. “I hope this is important.”

  “Of course it’s important. I’m calling about the wedding cake.”

  Warning bells start going off in my head. “What about the cake?”

  “Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to use a more established baker, instead of someone who isn’t that long out of college?”

  My fists clench of their own free will while I try and keep my temper in check.

  “Shane?”

  “I’m still here mother. You know Sofia McKenzie is more than capable of providing a unique wedding cake. The choice has been made so I don’t want to hear any more talk about it.”

  “But—”

  “End of discussion.” I cut off the call.

  Bringing my hand up to my face, I drag it down closing my eyes. I pinch at the bridge of my nose to will away the stress headache gathering.

  I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting here but a gentle tapping on the window draws my attention. To my surprise it’s Sofia with a concerned expression on her beautiful face. Her cheekbones have a slight blush and her brows are drawn tight.

  I quickly open the door and catch Sofia’s light flowery scent. My thoughts scatter.

  “I saw you were still out here so I wanted to check on you.” Her blush deepens.

  Something unusual flutters in my chest at the obvious concern. I hold her gaze and smile while I think of something intelligent to say. Instead I tell her, “I’m frustrated because I want you wetting my cock...Fuck!”

  “Um—”

  “Shit! I’m sorry that wasn’t what I meant to say.” I wince. “I did mean it though.”

  Clearing my throat, I add, “My mother called.”

  Sofia smiles and everything rights in my world. “I totally understand that. Your sister had words with her the other day and told her to stop interfering with her wedding. I’m not sure your mother was really listening.” She sounds relieved for the change of subject.

  I sigh. “No, she wasn’t.”

  “She hasn’t offered to pay one cent toward her only daughter’s wedding.”

  I caress over Sofia’s face with my eyes, wishing she were mine to pull into my arms and hold. Have her tell me that everything with my sister and her wedding will all work out fine.

  My mother needs to take a step back, so I confess, “I don’t want or need one cent from her but how she can expect to have as much input as she want’s on the decision making is driving me crazy.”

  “And Monica.”

  I rest my head against the seat, and sigh heavily. “I’m so damn tired.”

  Sofia chews on her bottom lip, her gaze flickering back and forth between the bakery and me. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I ask slowly.

  Her eyes hold mine and she swallows hard. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.” She gives an embarrassed laugh.

  My eyes light with amusement at her words. “Is that so?” Chuckling, I’m tempted to let her off the hook, tempted. “I think you need to climb in this SUV and let me take you home with me.” I lean closer. “I’m imagining you without any clothing, spread out on the top of my bed while I stand over you just admiring.” I brush a loose strand of hair away from her face. “I’ve had so many dreams of suckling at your breasts before I move lower and lick between your sensitive pussy lips.”

  “You have to stop,” Sofia whispers, moving closer, when I think she meant to move away.

  I slip my arm around her back as I slip out of the car, needing to feel her against me. She’s soft and warm against the hard plains of my body. Her small hands grasp my arms tightly as my larger ones grab her butt and haul her up and into my arms.

  “Shane,” Sofia moans as I turn and press her against the side of the car.

  “Don’t think,” I hiss and capture her pink lips with mine.

  My tongue traces along the seam of her lips and the moment she sighs, I push my advantage and capture her in an all-consuming kiss that has my toes curling. Our tongues slide together, deepening the kiss. Sofia slides her fingers through my hair, keeping my mouth on hers as she moans.

  With this bombshell in my arms, I’m losing control, I’m used to always being in control. Right now as I have her pliant and needing in my arms, I don’t actually give a shit.

  Her hips frantically rub against my cock, sending my arousal into a frenzy of need. I’m not going to be able to stop any damn thing if I don’t get control. Right now.

  Breaking from the kiss with great reluctance, my gaze caresses over Sofia’s aroused face and I groan, my cock jerking hard behind my zipper. The withering of her body in my arms isn’t helping to put the fire in my groin out.

  Wanting just one touch, I slip a hand between us, up her dress and rub the seam of her wet panties. Heaven. Her eyes don’t leave my face while her body stills but her breathing becomes even heavier.

  Holdin
g her gaze, I slip a finger into her little panties and fight not to come at the feel of her arousal against my searching finger. She’s wet, swollen, and warm. Her hands flutter and finally grip my shoulders when I nudge against the hard bud between her legs.

  “Sofia, open your eyes. I need you to look at me as I slip my finger into you.” My dick is about to burst out of my pants to sample what my finger is currently feeling.

  Her eyes snap open and start to roll again when I circle the entrance to her snug channel, and then the moment I slip a digit inside and rub her clit, she explodes.

  The tight clamp of her pussy around my finger, the way she throws her head back and writhes in ecstasy, the wild woman in my arms causes me to come in my pants, panting like crazy.

  Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against Sofia’s and hold her gaze while our breathing slows and it sinks in for us both, that we more or less had sex at the back of her place of work in broad daylight. I still can’t bring myself to move away from her as I slowly withdraw my hand from her panties.

  Sofia watches every move I make and her eyes darken with arousal when I lick my finger clean of her release. “You taste good,” I whisper into her ear. “The next time I make you come will be with my face between your legs, and you’ll scream my name. Once I’ve had you in my mouth, I’m going to put my cock inside you and slowly…very slowly…make love to you, over and over again until we pass out with pleasure.”