“And?” she asked, her gaze expectant.
“Not bad,” I replied, taking the bowl from her hand, and before she had time to protest, I set it on the floor, scooped her up in my arms, and lowered us to the carpet in front of the fire. “I prefer eating you.” I nipped her bottom lip before sinking my tongue inside her inviting mouth. “But that will have to wait. I have something for you.”
“You do?” A deep frown grooved her brow.
Pulling out of her embrace, I stood. “Give me a second.” She stayed on the carpet while I headed for the kitchen.
When I returned, she sat up, her eyes round marbles. “Oh, my God. Is that—”
“A triple chocolate Sunday, just the way you like it.” I grinned as her face lit up with the eager anticipation of a child. “I even sprayed on the whipped cream myself.” She reached up a hand. I held it back. “First, tell me if you’re a general happy or very happy?”
She pouted. “Hmm, a general happy.”
“Oh, so this is not the dessert you want tonight?” I feigned surprised and, with my eyes on her, scooped a spoonful of the sweet treat into my mouth. “Not bad.” I went into for a second spoon and grinned when she licked her lips. “Still not very happy?” Before I could gauge her response, she shot to her feet, dipped her finger into the whipped cream, and stuck it in her mouth. Doubling over with laughter, I held out the dessert to her. Her delighted laugh echoed through the apartment and warmed my body. I was captivated by every whimsical inch of her. “God, Princess, having you here makes me very happy.” I circled her waist and drew her to me.
After licking her spoon, she kissed me with lips covered in whipped cream. “And I’m very happy to be here too.”
I rolled my tongue over her lips, licking at the cream. She moaned. Dropping to the carpet, I tugged her arm. She settled between my legs and rested her back against my chest before offering me another spoon of the dessert.
“How?” she gestured to the treat.
I swallowed the sweet and shrugged. “I had the chef go across town to his restaurant, make it, and bring it back.”
“Seriously, you sent the man across town for a dessert?” She looked up at me, shaking her head.
“Not just any dessert, Princess. The one that would make you happy.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you.” She tilted her head back again.
I wasn’t sure if it was tears that glazed her eyes, but what I did know was that I’d walk a hundred miles just to see that smile on her face. Cupping her chin, I leaned forward and captured her lips, savoring the taste of the treat imbued with her brand of sweetness. Greedy, I hardened my seduction, sucking on her tongue, nipping her lips, and drawing out every inch of her as I could until she squirmed and gasped for air.
“Wow.” Her eyes bright with desire, she panted, “Did anyone ever tell you that you give the kiss of death new meaning.”
“What?” I chuckled. “I don’t think my kiss has been described quite like that before.”
She startled me when she jumped up. “I love this song.Hands to Myselfby Selena Gomez.” She sucked the spoon, set the glass down, and began swaying her body in a sexy gyration. I cocked my head to watch her, fascinated by her changing mannerisms. Shy when I fucked her. Sassy every other minute. The idea I could spend the rest of my life with her didn’t surprise me. My fingers clenched, wondering if she would consider becoming more than just a one-night stand. Would she consider a life with me?
“Penny for your thoughts.” She held out a hand, drawing my attention. I took it, stood, and pulled her into my arms. Sliding my hands down to her ass, I pressed her tight to my body and swayed with her. “What are you thinking about.”
“Appropriate song. I can’t keep my hands to myself around you.”
Her lips twitched. “Am I making you horny?”
“You tell me.” I raised a brow, knowing she’d laugh. She didn’t disappoint. Her simplicity made her easy to read, yet her vulnerability when it showed made me want to forget the rest of the world existed. It made me want to take her in my arms and never let go—just me and her.
