“It’s not like you’ve never seen them before,” I tease.
“I fucking missed them,” he says, his voice rough.
“Well, I’m?—”
My words break off as he lifts the cookie to my right breast and swipes it over the entire orb. Frosting definitely gets on my nipple, but also on all of the bare skin.
I gasp. “Oh.”
“Have I mentioned that this buttercream recipe is superb?” he asks.
“It’s award-winning,” I say, breathlessly.
He gives me a naughty grin, then leans in and swipes his tongue over the upper curve of my breast, licking up some red frosting. “I’m never going to be able to eat any other kind.”
Then he takes a seat on the stool in front of me.
He studies me like I’m some column of complicated numbers he’s trying to figure out.
I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but he looks up.
“You have no idea how much I want to cover yourentirebody in this frosting.”
I would squeeze my thighs together, but he’s sitting between my knees. “We can’t do that,” I tell him. “We’re in my mother’s kitchen.”
He nods. “You do get loud.”
I laugh. I did get loud in his hotel room. “I can stay quiet,” I tell him. “It’s more that I would want to take alongtime. It’s been a while since Denver.”
His eyes flare with heat. “You’re saying you haven’t been with anyone since me at Halloween?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” His tone and expression are possessive.
Considering how snotty I got about Sofia, it would only be fair for him to expect that I wasn’t sleeping with anyone, but he didn’t just assume.
He also didn’t ask before he painted frosting over my naked breast.
“What if I were seeing someone? Would you feel bad about what we’re doing right now?” I ask.
“Not one bit,” he says.
“No?”
He runs his hands up my thighs. “I won’t ask you to unzip. I won’t unzip you. Butyouunzipped for me, Ginger. I will always take you up on that. And make this better than anything you’re getting from anyone else. If you want to save yourself for someone else, you'd better avoid this kitchen at night when I’m here.”
My brows arch.
He does the same. “I mean it.”
“Got it.”
I have no desire for anyone else. I have a feeling I’d be thinking about Everett if I so much as had a drink with another man, and that pisses me off. But I’m not looking to date anyone right now, and yeah, okay, Everett is the only man I’ve even considered unzipping for.
He runs his hands up my thighs again. Now there’s a gleam in his eyes. “So you think you can stay quiet?”
I cannot sleep with him. This is such a bad idea. My contract starts in a week.
