I hummed around him again, on purpose this time, and felt him throb hard against my tongue. “I’m gonna come. Pull back if—”
I shook my head and sucked himdeeper, wanting it all.
His eyes squeezed shut when he came, hot pulses spilling across my tongue, his body shuddering as he poured himself into me.
I swallowed eagerly, coughing only a little at the end, but thankfully, Bennett didn’t seem to notice.
He hauled me up his body like I weighed nothing, lifting me clear off the floor until my legs wrapped around his waist and my back met the tile. Water cascaded over us, rinsing away the evidence, but not the taste—salty and intimate—lingering on my tongue.
He kissed me deep, tongue sliding against mine, chasing the flavor of himself like he couldn’t get enough. I kissed him back just as hard, arms locked around his neck, tasting both of us in the slick heat of his mouth.
It was messy and delicious, a combination I never thought I’d enjoy, and yet I was already aching for more.
When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, he signed against my skin with a lazy, satisfied grin,Good first date?
I laughed softly, nipping at his bottom lip.Not bad,I answered.I might be coming around on this whole Valentine’s Day thing after all.
His eyes crinkled, that crooked smile flashing before he leaned in and kissed me again, slow and sure.
We stayed under the spray until the water turned icy, neither of us quite willing to be the first to call it. Only then did I let myself acknowledge the truth I’d been skirting all day.
If this was what Bennett considered an “unromantic non-date,” then I was in serious trouble when he decided to plan a real one.
And I wasn’t sure my heart—or vagina—could survive it.
Bennett
Ihad never wanted to fuck a slice of cake so much in my life.
The first bite of the chocolate raspberry ganache was downright obscene. I closed my eyes for a second, letting it linger.
Rich, dark cake melted against my tongue, the tart pop of raspberry cutting through it like a warning shot. And all of it was wrapped in silky buttercream that tasted like someone had bottled pure decadence.
I opened my eyes, scooped up another bite, and froze. Three sets of eyes—well, four if you included little Bailey—were staring back at me with amusement.
“What?” I asked after I swallowed.
Matty leaned back in his chair and gestured between me and my forkful. “Do you need us to leave the two of you alone?”
“Sue me, it’s fucking good.”
“Emphasis on thefucking,” Pink murmured under his breath.
Dani smacked the back of his head. “Can we please limit thefuckswhen you’re around my daughter?”
Pink nailed her with a look that only he could get away with, one that said,does she know who her mother is?
That was par for the course for them, though.
Dani and Pink had a kind of easy rhythm that reminded me of my brother and me. And even though Dani was nearly a decade older than him, there was no weirdness to it. She handled himwith equal parts affection and exasperation, like an older sister who’d long ago accepted that her younger brother was a menace but loved him anyway.
Pink pushed buttons; Dani pushed back harder.
“Come here, Baby B,” Pink said, already reaching for the baby. “Let’s show your mom just how good of an influence your Uncle Jared can be.”
Dani smiled when he settled her daughter in his lap and wrapped an arm around her middle.
“I agree with King,” Soren said from the head of the table, nodding solemnly. “This one is in the top three, for sure. Clarke loves raspberries.”
