I’d never felt anything like it before.
“Except this time, I brought something sweet with me.” I held the plate out to him.
“You brought something sweet last time.”
When his stare took a dive down my body, the air in my lungs halted.
“Your pussy.”
There wasn’t an inch of skin that didn’t flush from his statement.
He glanced back up. “Come in.”
He held the door open, and as I passed him, I got a whiff of the ginger-grapefruit-and-sage combo of his cologne, and I almost moaned.
I set the plate on the table in front of the couch and took a seat, tucking my legs beneath me. “We have a problem.” I picked up the fork that was next to the cheesecake and held it in the air. “I only have one of these.”
When he sat beside me, he put less than a cushion of space between us. “Why is that a problem?”
“I don’t know how you feel about sharing.”
He pushed the hair off my shoulder, gripping the back of my neck, turning slightly toward me. “My lips have been all over your body, including your mouth. There’s nothing you can put on that fork that I haven’t already tasted.” He licked his lips, and all I could think about was how it had felt when we kissed. “Unless you have an issue with it?”
My issue was that I was already wet. “Nope. I’m good.”
“You know, I don’t see a reason why we even have to use a fork.” He lifted the cake with his fingers,the strawberries falling from the top, the strawberry sauce dripping, and he brought it up to his mouth. The bite he took was near the back, so he was getting the cake, whipped cream, and graham cracker crust.
He was even a smooth eater; nothing landed on his lips, not even a crumb or a dab of sauce. And when he chewed, the muscles in his jaws flexed.
Dear God.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach. “What are you, an animal?” I laughed.
He held the piece in front of me. “Take a bite. Tell me how good it is.”
“You went from pushing food to now feeding me food?”
“That’s the way you see it. What I want to see is how far your lips can spread and what it looks like when there’s creamy white cheesecake on them and the sounds you’re going to make when you’re swallowing.”
“Of course. How could I be so stupid and think otherwise?” I winked.
While I held his gaze, my mouth opened, and I surrounded the cake, my teeth diving into the softness. When I pulled back, I sucked my top lip into my mouth to clean it before I chewed. And as I swallowed, I asked, “Did you get what you wanted?”
He stared at me silently. “You answered my questions … but, no, I didn’t get everything I wanted. There’s a whole lot more I’d like to put in that mouth.”
I slapped his arm and laughed as he returned the dessert to the plate and licked his fingers.
“You don’t have to tell me what you do, but what does your work schedule look like tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“I want to know if you’re free.”
If I was free, then this was going to turn into more than one night.
But hadn’t it already?
Or were two visits in one night still considered only one?
