He walked over and lifted the clear dome off the cake plate.“What the hell is that?”
“A cake.”
He snickered under his breath.“It’s… interesting.”
“Deacon made it.”
“No wonder.It looks like he iced it with his hands.”
I leaned over and stared at the misshapen round cake.Even though he frosted it, there was a visible line down the middle where it had broken in half.Dark crumbs were mixed in with the pink frosting, which had crimson blots from the food coloring that he hadn’t blended thoroughly.“Well, at least the poor darling tried.”
“Tried and failed.”
“It’s sweet.”
Lucian swiped a little frosting and gave it a taste.“Too sweet.It came out of a plastic container—the premade stuff.”
“So?”
“He could’ve used pink frosting, but he bought vanilla and added food coloring.Either he’s as dumb as a rock, or he’s trying to pass this off as homemade.”
“I think it’s creative.”I swiped a dollop of frosting on my finger and dabbed his nose.“You’re just jealous he can bake.”
Lucian rocked with laughter.“It looks like a puddle of Pepto-Bismol.In fact…” He wiped the frosting off his nose and sampled another taste.“Yep.It’s got a chalky aftertaste.It’ll give you indigestion and cure it at the same time.”
I playfully slapped his arm.“Stop that.You are messy.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means you love creating drama.”
“Drama?Have a taste.”He swiped a giant glob on his finger and waved it in front of my face.
“Don’t you dare.”When I realized he was going to smear it on my nose, I shrieked and bolted around the kitchen counter into the living room.“Don’t come near me with that!”
“What’s the phrase you like to say?What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
Instead of chasing me, he prowled in my direction with his finger raised and a wicked grin.It became a game, and as childish as it was, I was having a good time weaving around furniture and plotting my escape.When I dashed toward the table, I changed direction and made a break for the kitchen.
Lucian grabbed me from behind and smeared icing down my cheek.I shrieked, my heart racing at a wicked beat.When I tried squirming out of his arms, my foot slipped on the kitchen tile, and I hit the floor.Lucian fell next to me.
I was laughing so hard I thought I would burst.
Lucian rolled onto his side and kissed the icing off my cheek.
“You better not do that at our wedding,” I said as my laughter died down.
Then it got quiet.
Real quiet.
I wiped my face.“I don’t know why I just said that.Too much wine.”
Without a word, Lucian prowled on top of me and caged me with his arms.Looking into his golden eyes felt like staring down a wild predator.
He lowered his head and sensually brushed his lips against mine, inviting me to break the rules.
Desire licked over my body, and I trembled as if this were the first time Lucian had ever touched me.
