“Oh….”
“Now.” I kiss her forehead. “Go, sit down, kick off your shoes, and relax. I’ll be back with your dessert."
"And here…” Her eyes dance with humor. “I thought you were the dessert.”
All the blood in my head rushes to my dick, making me lightheaded because there wasn’t much left in my brain to start with.
“No, Em, you’re going to be my dessert.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, eliciting a delicious moan from deep in her throat.
God, I love how responsive she is.
A rush of jealousy floods through me as thoughts of the other men she’s been with. Spencer. I should’ve punched him in the face twice. I was bringing her triple chocolate cake that day. The day she threw her arms around his neck and chose him.
Don’t. Leave the past in the past. That’s where it belongs. She’s here in my arms. Not his. And that’s where I intend to keep her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Emily
The moment I’m settled into the leather cushions, I question my sanity. Unlike Ruby Port and Jolie’s Triple Chocolate Cake, Jake and I don’t go together.
Tonight. He said tonight. Fun. Tonight. But can I live with one night? The ramifications are significant. I’ve not gotten over him in four years, and that was without ever kissing him.
What happens if we do more than that? How long will it take until I wake up without his image in my brain and an ache in my chest? Four more years? Five? Never?
This may be something he does without giving a second thought. But for me, this is life changing.
He steps out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine in one hand and a platter of cake in the other. He’s gorgeous. Messed up hair from running his hands through it. Five o’clock shadow. Tight T-shirt. Thigh muscles that shift under his shorts with each step toward me.
His eyes meet mine, and my stomach drops. It’s too late. It doesn’t matter if we don’t do anything else. I’m lost in him. Totally lost.
I swallow over the dryness in my throat as he smiles at me and says, “Your dessert awaits.”
God, yes, he does. I lick my lips, and his steps falter, causing the dark red liquid to slide up and back down into the glass.
“You’d better be careful.” His voice is a low rumble. “Or you’ll never taste the cake.”
“That would be a pity.” He takes a step closer, and suddenly, none of it matters. If this is all the time I get, I want it. “Thankfully, I had some the other day.” I lick my lips again and straighten my shoulders. “So, I’m craving something else completely.”
He stops in the middle of the floor, heat flaring in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I rise to my feet and walk toward him. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“Right.” His attention jerks down to the items in his hand. “Let me get rid of these.” He deposits them on the coffee table and is on me in a second.
His arms close around me, one hand jamming into my hair, destroying my ponytail, while the other slides up and down my back. “You’re right.” He lowers his head, skimming his lips along my jaw. “This is much better than cake and wine.”
I arch my neck, giving him better access to my sensitive skin as his lips trail down the column of my neck.
“Jesus, Em.” His voice is raw with need. “You taste like heaven.”
I grab his face and stare into his eyes. “Kiss me.”
“My pleasure.” The serious expression on his features makes butterflies dance in my belly. Is this real?
He slowly lowers his mouth without breaking eye contact. This feels like more than a random hookup. I’ve had those before. They were fast. In the dark. Awkward. Hurried. They weren’t…. This.
His mouth grazes mine, and all I can do is moan in response, arching into him and wrapping my arms around his neck. More. I want more. I need more.
