My eyes widen. “Wow. That’s incredible.”
“Was it worth the wait?”
“Yes.” My tongue traces the rim of the whisk he’s still holding.
“You’re thorough.” His eyes are half-lidded as he watches me.
Heat climbs up my neck. Down my spine. Pools low.
“We need strawberries before I kiss that whipped cream off every last inch of you.”
The idea is thrilling, naughty, and scandalous to an extent I can’t wait to cross.
We slice strawberries and dip them into his whipped cream creation. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
The teasing and talking continue. So natural. So easy. Until he drops a tea towel on the floor in front of me and bends down to pick it up.
Muscles ripple under his smooth skin. Tight and strong. The curve of his shoulders, the way his spine flexes as he leans forward, is hypnotic.
I can’t look away.
And crouching brings him so close, the warmth of his body brushes against mine.
Then he’s on his knees. The sight sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with logic.
His fingers curl around each of my legs, warm, firm, and calloused.
I swallow hard when he lifts my calf to his mouth.
My heart hammers, caught between needing to pull away and knowing I can’t.
“I’m still hungry.” He looks up at me with smouldering eyes. “I need to taste you.”
I can’t say anything.
“Tell me I can taste you.”
I nod.
It’s all I can do.
“Say the words, Shay.”
Chapter Fourteen
