“Later?” I asked, lookingdown at the croissant I was still holding. Iwashungry, and itsmelled delicious.
“Thought we might try foranother first or two,” he said.
I paused with a chunk ofcroissant halfway to my mouth. A rush of lust hit me, shuddering down my spine.
“I can’t believe you’reoffering me that when I have towait,”I said.
Fox’s eyes danced withbarely-contained laughter. “Waiting’s half the fun. Gives you plenty of time tothink about all the things I could do to you.”
“This is cruel and unusual,”I complained, taking a bite of the croissant.
All Fox did was laugh again.
“You know,” he said, runninga hand up and down my side. Torturing me.
What would this be like whenwe werereallycomfortable with each other? When he felt like he couldtouch me whenever he wanted?
I couldn’t wait to findout.
“I thought, considering theabysmal first impression you gave me, that I’d wipe it out of my mind and giveyou another chance, write it off as an anomaly,” he said, a smile playingaround his lips. “But you spend a lot of time thinking about sex, don’t you?”
The tips of my ears burnedunder his knowing gaze.
“It’s not a criticism,” Foxcontinued. “Just an observation.”
“Yeah, well,” I said,tearing another piece off the croissant and offering it to him. “If you weren’tindescribably hot, I’d be able to concentrate on other things.”
Fox snorted, accepting thebite right from my hand and licking my fingers for good measure. My alreadyinterested cock twitched.
This was going to be a longnight. A long night of Fox driving me insane with want and need.
He wasn’t going to givein until we got back home, was he?
Maybe not eventhen.
“Indescribably hot,” hesaid, his tongue curling around the syllables as though they were foreign tohim. “I like that. You’ve got a way with words.”
“Shut up,” I said, embarrassed.I hadn’t had a way with words in a while. The song that’d been cut from thealbum was the last one I’d written, and after that…
I was putting it down tostress, but there was part of me that was afraid I’d never write anything goodagain.
Except now I could feelmyself opening back up, words and melodies and thoughts and ideas swirling inmy head while I sat on Fox’s lap and looked up at the stars and lickedchocolate off my lips.
Yet another gift he’d given me. Howcould I ever repay him for everything he’d done?
“Hmm, no,” Fox said, takingadvantage of my distraction to steal a bite of my croissant right out of myhand. “Think I’ll keep telling you how wonderful you are,” he continued aroundhis mouthful.
Fox offered me all kinds oftreats. Really good dark chocolate, plain sea salt chips, an assortment ofminiature pastries, and, finally, a two-pack of peanut butter cups.
“Saved the best for last,”he said, grinning.
I didn’t need to eatanything else, but I wasn’t about to say no. I was having too much fun to givethis up just yet.
“Only if you eat one ofthem,” I said. “I feel like I’m gonna burst.”
“Deal,” Fox agreed, handingthe package over. “But you’ll have to feed it to me.”
I rolled my eyes, but therewas a part of me that liked that idea.
