He could have held it together if a line of syrup hadn’t traced over her bottom lip.
He swallowed again forcing a breath into his lungs and out again.
He wanted to lick that syrup off of her lip.
Or suck it off, with her lip between his teeth.
There were any number of ways he wanted to clean it off of her lip, and none of them would be okay at this point and time.
He’d just have to wait.
But he’d also have to earn it.
That he knew.
Harmony picked up a piece of bacon and gave it a good luck on one side and then the other. With a smile she broke off the tip making him grimace. The snap was as loud as her smile was bright.
He was nearly blinded by it.
And when she put the piece in her mouth, the sound she made…
Well, he was painfully hard under the table.
He lowered one hand to his thigh and tried to grip his leg through the fabric of his pants and failed.
Another bite of the bacon strip made him see stars. It wasn’t just the noise she made as she ate it, it was another swipe of syrup that draped over her lower lip.
Crois had never had a food fetish. Well, he’d never really had a fetish of any kind. He had his hands full with making a woman happy with the things that nature gave him.
But… he was starting to wonder if syrup was going to play a part in his future. If Harmony liked it that much, he’d buy stock in a syrup company and fill shelves full of it just to play.
With her.
Harmony Morgan.
She finished the first strip of bacon and licked the syrup from her fingers.
Crois stood up, almost knocking his chair to the floor.
He took a few stiff-legged steps away and called over his shoulder. “‘Scuse me. I need to… I need to… I’ll be right back.”
By the time he got to the men’s room, he was aching and winded.
“Holy…” He pushed open the door to the bathroom stall in the men’s room and before it was even locked, he was working down his zipper.
When he had his dick out and wrapped in his hand, he closed his eyes and saw stars.
Crazy?
Sure.
But he couldn’t stop his reaction to her.
The simple act of eating had reduced him to a painful, quivering man in need of relief, and there in the bathroom stall, he found a way to release it so that Harmony wouldn’t see how little control he had over himself where she was concerned.
He, he realized, was in a lot of trouble.
SIX
