On Track with Icing – Excerpt

The woman behind the counter stole Nick's breath. She was lovely. The apron around her waist accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her smile was beautiful, lighting her up from within.

"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" She was tall, topping him by a good five inches. She had a gorgeous, kissable mouth and glowing cheeks. Her wide-set, gray-green eyes sparkled like the sea.

Nick cleared his throat. "I need to order a cake."

"Sure. What would you like?" She reached across the counter, the action pulling her light-blue t-shirt tighter across her luscious curves and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, mortified heat searing his neck.

"What's the occasion?" Her lyrical voice slid down his spine like a caress.

He shifted his weight, his embarrassment intensifying. "Bachelor party," he stammered.

She guided him to the book on display. Nick flipped to the bachelor and bachelorette selection. They ranged from funny to outrageously raunchy to downright pornographic. He looked up, right into her glowing green eyes. "Don't you get turned on by these cakes?" he asked.

The woman across from him shrugged, and a corner of her mouth kicked up in a sexy little half-smile. "I've been creating them for so long that I don't think about it anymore."

The faint color settling high across her cheekbones was endearing. He'd been around brazen pageant queens and pit lizards so long that the blushing beauty before him was refreshing. She seemed to lack the artifice that was so prevalent among the women who hung around trying to attract the attention of professional athletes.

Suddenly, the urge to touch her overwhelmed him. He had a feeling that she wasn't aware of the green smudge of icing on her cheek and he took advantage of the opportunity. He leaned over the display case and cupped her cheek in his palm, bringing her closer to him. Her skin felt like satin beneath his touch as he wiped away the icing, his lips a hair's breadth from hers.