“Do you like ice cream?” he asks.
I huff a laugh. “That’s random.”
He walks to the small fridge and opens the freezer, where I see quite a few cups of ice cream.
“Wow, what a stockpile,” I say.
“Want one?”
“Uh, yes.”
He smiles as he takes two, handing one to me and then grabbing two spoons. He leans against the counter, and I hop onto the tiny island across from him.
“You have anything against my ass being on your island?” I tease.
He shakes his head, almost like he’s unable to comment on it. I like when he gets shy.
I’m two bites in before I realize something.
“Yours is different,” I say, pouting. “What flavor do you have?”
He looks down at his and then over at mine. “Sorry, I thought I ate all the chocolate already.”
“Is it your favorite?” I ask.
“Yes, but you can have it.”
I take a small scoop and hold out the spoon. “I’ll give you a bite.”
He raises a brow and I raise mine in return—in challenge.
He steps forward, opening his mouth, but I pull it away slowly.
“On one condition,” I add softly.
“What?” he asks.
“Kiss me.”
“Before or after the ice cream?” he asks with a smirk.
“Don’t be fresh.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because I like it.” His gaze turns heated. I’m still holding out the ice cream that’s starting to melt. “Do we have a deal?”
“Depends.” He steps closer, his thighs brushing my knees. “Before or after?”
I smirk, looking him right in his bright green eyes. “Both.”
His eyes flash with excitement before he closes the distance between us, gripping my chin gently and tipping it up to kiss me. It’s a long, firm press of his lips that leaves me breathless. I’m not sure how I’m still holding the spoon, or how the ice cream is still balanced on it. He turns his head, opening his mouth, so I give him the bite. He swallows, licks his lips, then comes in again for another kiss.
This time, his tongue parts my lips, grazing against mine. It’s cold and tastes like chocolate. His large hands find my hips, holding tight. The ice cream and spoon fall from my hands, landing with a clank and splatter. I press my hands to his chest, digging my nails in, wanting to feel the muscles beneath. Roman deepens the kiss, and for the first time, I feel him hard. He’s big, just like I thought, his erection pressing against mine.
He pulls back, just an inch, resting his forehead against mine.
“You made me drop my ice cream,” I pant.
