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Chapter 7
I wake to the sweet smell of cinnamon, I am momentarily frightened because I know that means someone else is in here with me; then I feel the strong arms around me and the breath in my hair. Peeta. I smile remembering how good he was to me last night. He feels me wake up, "Good morning," he says as he kisses my neck. Desire shoots through my body and begins to pool in my core. I roll over and plant my lips on his. My tongue traces the outline of his lips as it coaxes his bottom lip out and I nibble on it slightly. My fingers tug at the curls at the back of his neck pulling him closer to me, his hands are making his way down to my hips. A moan is making its way up from the back of my throat.
Beep. Beep. Beep. We are interrupted by a timer. "Dammit. The cinnamon rolls." He grumbles as he gets up and makes his way to my kitchen. He's still wearing just his boxers and I can tell he is semi-hard from our recent make out session. Good, he enjoyed it as much as I did.
"Good morning," I giggle finally answering him. "You made cinnamon rolls?"
"Yeah I did, they're my dad's recipe."
"Wait, they aren't from a can?" I ask as I sit up to watch him pour the glaze over the rolls fresh from the oven.
"No," He laughs running his hand through his hair, "I made them from scratch, you happened to have everything I needed." He is walking back over to me with a plate of two cinnamon rolls that are almost the size of my head. "Let me know what you think." He sets them down on the bed between us.
I tear a piece off of one and shove it in my mouth. "Mmmmm." I moan with my eyes closed. "These are delicious! I need to have you over more often." I smile coyly at him.
His face lights up, "I'm fine with that," he smiles back.
I can't help myself, the desire is pooling inside me again. I can't believe the things this boy does to me. I lunge over to him pressing my lips to his, he leans back onto the pillows pulling me into him. I straddle him, my hips rocking ever so slightly along with the motion of our mouths. I feel him hardening beneath me. His kisses move from my mouth, following my jawline up to my ear, his tongue swirls behind my ear and he sucks lightly. A moan escapes from between my lips, my fingers dig into the muscles in his back. Peeta puts his hand in the center of my back, leans up, and quickly flips me over so that I am on my back and he is on top of me. His kisses move down my neck and his fingers tug at the hem of my old t-shirt. I reach down to pull it off, exposing my bare breasts. He gasps, "Oh, God Katniss, you're beautiful." I pull his head back to me and suck his bottom lip between both of mine. His hand massages my breast, his thumb and forefinger roll my nipple into a small pebble. I moan again. He slides his hand down further, pausing at the waistband of my shorts, I nod in approval, his fingers slide into my slick folds, "Peeta!" I gasp.
Oh, shit. This feels amazing. I didn't want to jump into a physical relationship with Peeta but I couldn't help it he's just too damn gorgeous and the desire was too much to not give in to. My eyes are rolling back, I'm so close. Of course, there would be a knock at the door right now. Who the fuck could that be and what the fuck do they want? Whoever they are, fuck them.