She remembers me.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was behind the door.”
I watch her amber eyes go from shock to heated in two seconds flat, and damn if that doesn’t turn me on.
“Well, if you hadn’t barged into the hallway like a Neanderthal, this wouldn’t have happened.” She bends down to pick up the tray and uses one of the napkins to try and clean up the mess off the floor.
“Here, let me help you.” I bend down, and the smell of vanilla and cinnamon hits me. She smells like every one of my sweet tooth cravings come to life. I breathe deeply, wanting to memorize exactly what I’ll be remembering later when I’m alone in my hotel room. I reach for a napkin, accidentally brushing her hand. She jerks it back like she’s been zapped by a lightning bolt.
“I’ve got it,” she says through clenched teeth. “I think you’ve done enough.”
“Just give me a napkin. I’m not going to let you clean up this mess by yourself.” She flings a wad of napkins at me, and I catch them as they land on my chest. Holding back a grin, I help her clean up the mess as best we can. The mop will have to do the rest.
Standing to full height, I still tower over her at six foot three, but God, does she have legs for days. She must be at least five-eight. Images of her wrapping them around me enter my mind, and I stuff them down quickly. The last thing I need to do is piss her off by noticing my dick straining against my pants like some perverted stranger.
I hold the tray while she takes a clean napkin from the pile she had been carrying with the desserts. She wipes her hands and swipes it down her neck, only smearing the chocolate at this point. She has no clue I’m two seconds away from licking it clean with my tongue. I can almost taste the chocolate on my taste buds, and I’m dying to know what she tastes like with it.
“You missed a piece,” I say hoarsely, barely getting the words out past this desire coursing through my body. The devil himself couldn’t stop me as I reach my finger out and swipe thedessert off her cheek. She gasps at the contact and takes a step back, but I don’t think twice about sucking my finger clean.
The chocolate hits my tongue, and I bite back a moan at how fucking good it tastes. It’s nothing compared to the store-bought crap I buy. My brothers tease me all the time about my sweet tooth, but I don’t see any problem with indulging in some sin, especially when the sin has touched her.
“Did you make this?”
“Yes.” I watch her throat swallow as she watches me enjoy the dessert.
“Did you make more, or did I ruin having my own piece?”
She tears her gaze from me and starts roughly wiping her shirt as if she can somehow remove the big brown stain. “I made more. I always make more than we need in case something like this happens.” She finally gives up and throws the napkin down on the tray. “I can’t go out like this. This shirt is ruined.”
I watch her fight back the tears as she struggles not to let them fall.
“Do you have a spare shirt with you?”
“No, this is the only one I own,” she whispers, looking down at it. I get the gut feeling that this is about way more than just a shirt.
“I got an idea. Follow me.” I open the men’s bathroom door and peek inside to make sure it’s all clear.
“I’m not following you into the men’s bathroom,” she says, shaking her head.
“I’m going to give you my shirt. I can tell this night is important to you, so if you want to get back out there and blow them away with your incredible dessert, then this is your only option.”
I stand there and see the battle warring in her eyes before she finally walks past me.
“Fine,” she huffs.
Grinning like an idiot, I shut the door behind us. She’s at the sink,cleaning the rest of the chocolate off her skin. I set the tray on the counter and take my black suit jacket off. Removing my cuff links, I unbutton the fabric on my wrists before moving down the front and pulling my shirt off.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my body for the first time. Black ink swirls across my chest and back, weaving down both my arms. I did what I could myself, but Travis went off my design for the rest of it.
Her eyes roam over me, and for the first time, it’s not enough. I want so much more.
“Here,” I say, quietly breaking the silence. She blinks and looks at me like she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. Her whiskey-colored eyes can’t stop staring, and it’s doing things to me, making it hard not to grab her and sink my teeth into her because I know without a doubt she will be the best damn dessert I’ve ever tasted. Her tongue swipes her bottom lip, and I clench the shirt tighter in my hand. “Just take the shirt,” I growl. “Please,” I say in a pained voice when she doesn’t move.
I see the moment she snaps out of it and realizes she’d been staring. Redness creeps up and colors her skin. There’s no stopping my dick now as I watch her cheeks flush to a beautiful shade of red. I’ve barely touched this girl, and I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been.
She finally takes the shirt from my hands, and I try to breathe through the fire coursing through my veins. “Turn around,” she says, motioning with her hand. “I need to take my shirt off and use the sink to clean myself before I put this on.”
I turn around and give her the privacy she wants, ignoring the part of me screaming for just one glimpse. The thought of her half-naked behind me is more torture than sitting in a chair all day getting inked.
