Grady rubs my shoulders. “You’re concentrating awful hard on this.”
“One wrong move and I scorch them. This is a hidden artform.”
I feel his laughter. “A little char adds flavor.”
“Not the kind I like.”
“I’m intimately aware of what stimulates your taste buds. Lucky for me, you seem addicted to my specific brand and the erotic assortments I offer.”
A shiver races through me when he presses at a tender knot in my neck. I bite back a moan. “I really am. It was instantaneous.”
“That’s what I thought. Don’t spoil your entire appetite on food.” Grady pinches my ass and I yelp.
I narrow my eyes at him, but the threat is empty. There’s no time for retaliation. I pull my skewer from the pit, inspecting the cooked confection wedged on top. “See? They need to be toasted to golden perfection with a gooey middle. That optimal crispy-soft combo.”
He passes me a chocolate square and two graham crackers. We get the trifecta assembled without missing a beat. I squish everything together until white fluff oozes out.
“Looks like splooge.” I laugh at my own nonsense. No one else makes a peep. I hold up my creation for Grady to see.
He sits forward and rotates my ass on his lap. His head tilts in my direction. “Did you just say splooge?”
I giggle again. “Sure did.”
“Who says that nastiness anymore?”
“It's making a comeback.”
“I doubt that very much.”
“There are stickers and everything.”
Grady’s jaw goes slack and he sputters. The rest of his features morph into a horrified expression from the possibility of my words. “No way would anyone buy those.”
“This just keeps getting better,” Jace chimes in.
“Hush up over there,” I scold. My focus returns to Grady. “It’s funny swag stuff.”
“Splooge? Nope. Not believing that.”
I poke his chest. “Since when do you pay attention to the book world? One of my author clients used it in her new release. Pour Judgment is slaying the charts. I own a personalized copy. If you’re nice, I’ll read you an excerpt. Heather is hilariously innovative. Figured I’d try it out.”
He grunts and shakes his head. “You’re sexy as fuck, Sutt. My love for you is endless. I can forgive you for most things. But please, never utter that word again.”
I jut out my bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “You’re no fun.”
Grady’s eyes resemble radiant emeralds glittering in the flames. “I’ll have you regretting those words later.”
“Promise?”
“Without question,” he rumbles.
I rip my gaze off him before this escalates beyond my raveling control. As a distraction, I take a very unladylike bite of s’more. An indecent moan tumbles out around my mouthful of sinful sweetness.
Grady glares at the dark sky. “Killing me, Sutt.”
“Turnabout is so fair.” I lick my fingers after polishing off the decadent treat.
“Maybe we should be going,” he suggests. I can feel him hard and ready beneath me. His obvious reaction to me releases a fever under my skin. This man is hauling an extremely impressive package. I wiggle my hips to torture both of us.
