Rayne glanced at the time before returning to kneading the bread. It would need to be left to rise overnight, ready for baking when she rose in the morning. Humming, she sprinkled more flour on her bread dough. Fluttering sensations spread through her chest and tummy as her thoughts drifted to their weekend events and how different Nathan had been with her. Rough... but not too rough. A definite change had occurred—and one for the better, she was sure. No longer was she his china-doll.

Rayne's mind snapped back to the present. Inhaling happily, wishing the minutes away, she hoped it would please him to see his request carried out when he returned home. An image she wasn't expecting suddenly engulfed her mind. One of her on her knees, taking Nathan's hard cock in her mouth. Eliciting a shiver,  she pondered if he would like that, having only done it once before and wasn't entirely sure she did it correctly. Would he want her to try? Or would he think she was dirty—a whore?  She was so distracted she never heard the whirling sound of the electric garage door.

Nathan pulled into their driveway, following his short drive from their closest helipad. He had telephoned Rayne and forewarned of his earlier arrival. Leaving earlier reduced the risk of running into his brother and endure another prickly Nicole conversation. Positive Jax would not give up the idea easily of them all being together. His brother was persistent, if nothing else.

Pressing the button on their electric garage. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—Leaving earlier to avoid Jaxon wasn't his only reason; throughout the day he had been distracted many times by proliferating thoughts of Rayne and their self-discovering sexual journey. He was also keen to know if Macy's visit had been a success and his request rewarded.

Opening the front door, throwing his keys into the bowl on the accent table by the door. He loosened and removed his tie before shrugging his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt collar. The smell of a home cooked lasagne wafted through the foyer and the dulcet tones of Michael Bublé played low in the background, welcoming him home.

Kitchen?

He was earlier than expected. Which was probably the reason she wasn't at the door to greet him. Although reminiscent of a by-gone era. He secretly loved that she would greet him at the door when he returned from work. Rising on her tiptoes to kiss and hug him. And he adored to see her entire face light up as if his arrival was a gift. He would never grow weary of his little Rayne-drop and if fate permitted him to bask in its sunshine—she would never tire of him.

Walking into the kitchen, she was quite obviously distracted. Humming along to the music whilst kneading bread. He had missed her today and the urge to touch her, hold her, was undeniable. Creeping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her small waist hugging her from behind allowing his nose to push through her hair and kiss her head. "I've missed you beautiful."

Rayne's cheeks heated—caught by surprise. His closeness mixed with the fantasy from moments ago triggered her nipples to harden and her thighs to clench. Swiftly followed by a stab of failure clutching her chest. She internally cursed, having not heard him arrive and been at the door to welcome him home.

Stiffening in his arms. He wanted to kick himself. Why hadn't he hadn't called out when he'd arrived home so she could greet him at the door? Shit. Reassure her, idiot. "I wanted to surprise you, so I was quiet as a mouse. Have you missed me sweetheart?"

She relaxed and released her breath. Whilst every part of her being craved routine. This new and unexpected spontaneity scrambled her brain. Was it a bad thing? Surely not? Situations like this were bound to happen from time to time, and neither she nor Nathan were to blame. Focus on the fact he's home. Knowing she would do anything for this man, accept him wholeheartedly as he had done her. "Yes, Nathan.  I've missed you. The minutes couldn't pass quick enough today."

He smiled as relief swept through his thoughts, allowing others to re-enter. It excited him to know. "Did Macy's visit go as planned?"

A burst of heat flourished across her cheeks as she remembered the sting to her groin. It had been a welcome and eye-watering experience. "Yes," she confided, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

Unable to curb his curiosity, his hands slipped down from her waist across her hips. "Have I told you I love it when you wear skirts?"

Voicing her conflict. "Nathan!  Please.  My hands are covered in flour." Panicked, the predicament of his touches and their location assaulted her insecurities and accelerated her heartbeat.

"I suggest you keep them there then. In fact, carry on with what you're doing."

A rush of air greeted her rear as Nathan flipped up her skirt. His hand quickly slid beneath her underwear, squeezing her firm round ass before creeping around to the front. The rush of exhilaration from knowing she had done as he'd requested was boundless. A low moan of satisfaction deep within his chest vibrated. "So smooth and soft... I need to see."

Removing his hand, he twirled her around, pressing her chest firmly into his. Nathan reached around and unclipped her button and unzipped her skirt. Loose, it slid over her waist and pooled at her feet.

Rayne solidified, eyes wide, holding her hands out to her sides in mid-air. Dustings of flour dropped from her fingers. Swallowing hard. "Nathan, this is the kitchen. We can't—" She shook her head; her loose curls swept her shoulders.

"I want to see my beautiful fiancée. And never forget this Rayne and believe me when I tell you. Every inch of you is perfection, and I want there to be no shame between us and our bodies. Your body is mine, as mine is yours. Remember what we agreed on."

Her cheeks ripened, she remembered. The control he was exerting was freeing. Her heart beat wildly. "But aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat?" It ripped her mind in half. This was the kitchen, it wasn't right—half naked here, surrounded by mess. But the look on his face. Determined. Desire. Offered her respite from the chains of right and wrong. He was right. There was no room for shame here.

Nathan gazed down directly into her grey eyes with a deep searching look, as his mouth kicked up into a devilish grin. "Oh, I plan on eating Rayne."

Oh, my Lord. Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do?

Did she want him to? Yes, yes, six times yes!

He took a step forward and placed a finger under her chin. "I want to see what you did for me. And then I want to show you how happy I am and lift you up onto this counter and feast on that pretty pussy of yours Rayne."

Rayne's cheeks right up to the tips of her ears burned, and her chest heaved as light-headedness and the throb to her sex exploded.

He adored her flustered look, making her look sexier than ever. It took sheer strength not to rip the rest of her clothes from her heavenly body and fuck her on top of their expensive granite worktops. His cock hardened, straining against the material of his trousers. Quickly adjusting, he needed to focus. This was about Rayne. His needs could wait. This was another push to test her boundaries. "Trust me, Rayne. Trust me to know your limitations."

Blinking, she slowly nodded, never taking her eyes from his.

Quickly, he unbuttoned his cuffs on his shirt and folded his sleeves to his elbows. "Tell me Rayne—tell me you want me to eat your pussy, right here."

The calm confidence of his movements almost took her breath away. Her heart was bound to detonate any second. On an exhale. "Yesss, Nathan."

"Good." Dipping down, he captured her perfect mouth, sucking her bottom lip for an extra moment before pulling back. He ran his hands down, hooking his fingers inside her silk panties before pushing them down. He ignored the throb to his cock, almost painfully hard now.

Feeding her delicate underwear down her legs he lowered himself with them and tapped on her ankle encouraging her to step from them. "Good girl." Rising, he took a step back, inhaling a sharp breath, slightly lightheaded. Fucking hell.  Still slightly pink from waxing, his cock threatened to explode against the restraints of his pants at the smooth sight greeting him. "You look amazing, Rayne. Perfect. I'm a very lucky man."

She stood timidly listening, hanging onto every word. She felt loved, desired, but even without words, his gaze would have burned a hole right through to her very soul.

He cleared his throat. "Let's get you up on that counter." Moving towards her, he gently lifted as if she weighed nothing and propped her on the edge.

The cold granite work top beneath her bare ass forced a gasp for her lips.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

Nibbling on the bottom lip, she pushed the intruding thought of flour on her bare skin to the outer edges of her mind. Slowly, she did as he requested.

"Wider," he encouraged as he watched her inner lips part. "You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen, Rayne." A sudden surge of possessiveness ran the length of his body. He had never felt something so strong or intense before this moment. Almost unbalancing him. He stepped closer as he ran his finger over her opening, to be greeted by her warm thick honey. "You're liking this." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to make you scream, Rayne. Right here. Right now. And I don't want you to hold back. I want to hear you. Every moan, whimper and cry from your perfect mouth."

She gasped as he pushed in a finger as she leaned back on her palms, her breasts pushed against the thin material of her clothing, her nipples practically drilling holes.

He took this as encouragement. She was in tune with him. He looked down to pull out his finger and then return with two fingers, pushing them deeper, nudging upwards, searching for her sweet spot.

"Lean back a little more for me, sweetheart."

She complied, releasing a needy sigh. He didn't care about the slightly awkward position as he dipped between her thighs and sealed his lips over her peeking clit and sucked hard. Switching between flicking his tongue across the bundle of nerves and sucking harder, then soft.

She moaned out as his fingers continued to move fast. In, out—efficient, with one goal in mind. Her pleasure.

Panting, her cries built with each passing suck, flick and push of his fingers, curling them now to extend to her G-spot. Leaning back further, her ass almost lifted from the worktop.

Relentless, he pursued his prize. She stilled. On an exhale, she released his name as her peak was seconds away. His heart and cock swelled at the sound as he readied himself to drink every last drop she was about to offer. Nipping her swollen clit between his teeth, he applied additional pressure against her G-spot and with that; she came harder than she'd ever done. The sound of her rapturous cries echoed through the house as he licked up every drop of her abundant cream.

Rayne's eyes remained closed as she lost all traces of time, even her current location was a blur. She had never experienced anything like it. Her eyes blinked open as she felt Nathan nibble her neck as his hands went up and around her back, pulling her closer towards him. Her heart still beating unbelievably fast, as was his.

"You're amazing, my sweet, sweet girl." He pulled back as her glazed eyes came into focus. "And that was the best thing I've ever eaten... you are truly delicious." Repeatedly running his tongue across his bottom lip.

Rayne could barely find her breath or words and murmured the only thought that came to mind. "Thank you."

He cupped her face in his warm hands. "Rayne, you never have to thank me for that."