Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
She scrunches her nose as the customer she’s helping walks away. I can’t say I blame her considering the fantasy he’s cosplaying involves a lot of blood and fake cuts. I don’t know if he’s a character or just a vibe, but it borders on grotesque.
And he’s not the only one.
Syndal glances around as if she can feel the weight of my gaze on her but can’t figure out where the feeling is coming from. Before she can turn fully in my direction, a woman dressed as a fairy, complete with gauzy wings, stops at the table and starts to look over the treats on display.
I’ve already eaten the things I bought and my mouth waters with the thought of more sweet goodies. My woman has a way with treats. It was more than just some chocolate; there was love there. I could taste it.
“When the hot cocoa bomb opens up, you just mix it and it’s ready to drink,” Syndal explains. She leans in closer to the fairy with a huge smile lifting her pouty lips. “The best part of these cocoa bombs is that there’s silver and gold glitter in them.”
“Glitter?” The fairy woman practically squeals the word.
Even though I kind of want to cover my ears as the woman hits a note right below that of a dog whistle, I feel like I can’t move. My woman is that entrancing. The soft way she’s looking at her customer along with the pure appreciation on her face is something to see.
She should have a shop somewhere. Then people could go in and treat themselves to something sweet. So much more of her joy would spread then. There is no doubt in my mind that she would treat everyone with kindness who entered her shop.
It’s obviously her calling.
When the fairy woman steps away, I can’t help myself and take advantage of the lull in people walking by to step back up to her table.She looks up at me and does a double take, her eyes going wide as her brain registers who is standing in front of her.
“Joss,” she murmurs. My name has never sounded better coming from anyone else’s lips. I desperately want to hear her say it again.
And again.
Then I want her to moan it while I bury my cock inside of her wet pussy while my hands grip her curves and hold her against the hard plane of my chest.
My cock is more than down for all of that and throbs like he’s begging to be let out. But I don’t want to rush this.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone. You can blame Dori for that. Why would I want to get involved with someone? I trusted Dori; hell, I thought I loved the woman. And she screwed me over.
I’m in no hurry to experience that bullshit again. But I know things with Syndal would be different. I’d make sure she never left me, first and most importantly.
My heart starts to pound in my chest at the thought of what I’m about to do. I’m out of practice with this whole asking a woman out thing, but I can’t let this chance slip through my fingers. Not when she’s the first woman I’ve met in a long time that I’m actually interested in.
“Syn,” I whisper and her eyes flash with lust before she swallows hard and shakes her head.
“How was your treat?”
She’s not asking out of obligation or to fill the moment of silence between us. The eagerness in her voice tells me she genuinely wants to know the answer.
“It was, to date, the most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
My eyes rake down her body, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I do without even realizing what I’m doing. Fuck, I just knowher skin would be sweeter than chocolate. And soft. She’ll be so fucking soft.
As she blinks up at me, her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. Her lips are parted as if they’re begging to be kissed. I want to. Fuck, I want to kiss her.
And pull her lush body against me.
And twine her bright red hair around my fingers.
And hear her moan for me.
I swallow hard and will myself to stay in control. It’s something I’ve been good at for most of my life, and I’m just hoping it doesn’t fail me now.
Control.
Don’t grab the woman and scare the hell out of her. You want her. Don’t make her run.
