I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling angrily.
Now I was going to shove one in his arrogant face.
“James, no!”
And before I could say anything else, he slyly reached a hand and dipped his finger in a cupcake.
“Now that I put my finger in it, it’s mine.”
I felt his presence behind me. James greedily sucked his index finger, making an indecent and at the same time arousing sound.
“Um, I have to change my mind. You do know how to make desserts,” he whispered.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I said stiffly.
But then his frosting-dipped finger tickled my lower lip.
“The cook should always try it first,” he said in an enchanting voice. And I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
James was standing behind me when I parted my lips to welcome his index finger. He pushed it in deeper, letting it slide languidly along my tongue, and my lips were all of a sudden reawakened by the cool touch of his ring. I impulsively turned my head toward him, but I soon regretted it.
“You still have a little here.”
He wiped a bit of the frosting on the side of my lip with the tip of his thumb and brought it to his tongue. It was a relief to know that James was behind me, because looking at his lips sucking on his finger was very dangerous.
The cupcakes, June. Take away the ruined one and put the others in the oven. I mean, in the fridge.I felt the heat of his chest against my back.
His scent made my head spin, and I immediately felt my knees quiver. But there was no hesitation in his touch. It was sure and firm, like it had been at school that morning. With his warm hand, he skimmed my right hip, and my heart started racing in a panic.
For a moment I didn’t really understand what was going on. I pulled back, but as I backed away I bumped into his body. I collided with his pants, and he immediately backed away.
“James, it’s better—”
When I turned around, I was struck by the hardness in his eyes.
“Fuck. You got spit all over me, eww,” he muttered, motioning at his finger. “I’m gonna wash my hands.”
I looked down, embarrassed, and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. But my gaze unintentionally drifted to the elastic band of his pants, where his bulge was jutting through the gray tracksuit fabric.
I averted my gaze immediately.
“I gotta finish up. You better go.”
At that point there wasn’t any more room for screwing around. James sure enough turned around and left the kitchen.
I hoped the water in Poppy’s pool was cold. Because I seriously couldn’t wait to jump in.
The house started really filling up around ten. And it was around that time that William and Jackson arrived.
My stomach was still doing flips because of what had happened, so much so that when Will offered me French fries, I turned them down.
“Why not? What’s gotten into you?” he taunted.
“We need to talk,” I announced, sitting down by him on the couch.
“About what? The full moon?”
I stared at him, confused. William was there, nice and comfy playing video games next to Jackson like he hadn’t just punched his best friend the night before and accused me of something that . . . oh my god, we really needed to talk.
