Eventually, she brought us the torte and two spoons, and frankly, the glitter seemed like a silly addition to me too. It was a wedge of fudgy chocolate cake covered with a layer of dark chocolate mousse, with small scoops of ice cream on either side and drizzled in both chocolate and caramel sauce. The edible glitter was a waste, because why did that need to be any prettier than it was? Glittery food was just weird. Like when rich people ate things that were coated with gold foil. What was the point of that, when gold didn’t taste goodandwas toxic to humans?
The point of food was either to be nourishing or to taste good. It didn’t need to be pretty, did it?
Still, I wasn’t going to be weird and bring that back up, since Davin had finally let the subject drop and was just enjoying the dessert. We hadn’t managed to go on a lot of dates between getting our business going and dealing with the drama of his past with vampires and my being a dragon, so I wasn’t going to waste a minute of it on boring things like how shiny my chocolate was.
For whatever it was worth, itwasquite shiny.
After settling the check, we went back to Davin’s hot car, the one I’d spent my whole youth coveting, and headed toward his apartment, a small one-bedroom place a mile or so from the shop. I wasn’t going to complain about that either, since what was essentially my place—the shop itself—didn’t have a bed at all.
And I had . . . hopes. For the night.
We’d had a few weeks between crises, and I was starting to hope we were going to get a breather. At least, enough of one to stop and smell the roses. Or, you know, fall into bed.
I hadn’t gotten laid in too damn long, and I really wanted my boyfriend to take me to bed, dammit.
Clearly, he felt the same way, as halfway to the apartment, he actually took a hand off the steering wheel and reached over to set it on my thigh, his thumb rhythmically stroking the outside seam of my jeans.
Maybe I was a little overstimulated, but if he kept doing that for long, it might be hard to walk inside, at least without giving the whole neighborhood a show of how much I was enjoying myself.
I was struggling to care.
Instead of worrying, I leaned into him, pressing our arms together and letting my head fall onto his shoulder. He squeezed my thigh, and those perfect lips turned up into that tiny smile.
He was never flashy, my Davin. No giant grins or huge gestures. Just tiny things, like that smile. Like squeezing my thigh. It was perfect for me.
Hewas perfect for me.
In a rather out of character move, he stopped the car with a little jerk, rather than his usual perfect, smooth ride. He put it in park and turned it off, then instead of immediately climbing out of the car, he turned to me, tiny smirk still in place.
Well, at least it was until it went out of my line of sight entirely, because he pressed our lips together.
I could almost taste the smirk on him. That and deep, dark chocolate, which was the perfect complement for my boyfriend, really.
Like every vampire I’d ever known, he was also exceptionally dexterous, quick, and ridiculously strong. So when in the space between breaths, he unclasped my seatbelt, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me across the console into his lap? I wasn’t the least bit surprised.
I was, however, definitely not going to be able to get out of the car without everyone knowing exactly how I had felt about that particular maneuver.
He slid his hands up under the back of my shirt, his fingers warm and firm, pressing into my skin, pushing me harder against him as he attacked my mouth again, this time not waiting before plunging his tongue between my lips and exploring every corner of me.
Like a vampire of legend who wanted to completely devour me.
I shivered at the thought, because I had no idea why, but it was sexy as fuck. Odd, that I’d grown up with vampires, and I’d never once thought that before.
Davin, on the other hand, pulled back, bringing a hand around to cup my cheek. “Are you okay? Cold? We can go in. Fuck, I’m mauling you in?—”
I cut him off by returning the favor, closing the gap between us and sliding my own tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his, more a caress than some kind of battle for dominance. I didn’t want to beat him. I wanted to be inside him, and him in me. I wanted everything he had, and was willing to give him all I had in return.
When I finally pulled back, we were both panting. I drew my own hands up from where they’d been planted on his hip and chest for balance, and cupped his stubbled chin. “I’m not cold at all. Never cold when I’m with you. You’re so fucking hot.”
And the smirk was back. I’d never imagined finding a smirk sexy before. Smirks were for assholes, not sweet computer nerds who had a not-so-secret passion for hot cars. But Davin seemed to be the exception for every rule in my life.
“Do you think so? Because there’s a whole bed upstairs that?—”
Both of us froze when a noise filled the car.
Echo and the Bunnymen’s cover of “People are Strange.”
With a groan, Davin let his head fall back against the headrest. “What does your fecking cousin want? Now?”
