She raises her shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not. I might need a bigger sample size to figure it out.”
“Yes, you just might.” Two can play that game. I slice the fork into the cake, layer by layer, and bring it back to her mouth. “You should probably start with another bite of cake.”
But that’s not where it’s going to end.
“I should.” She giggles as she leans forward, slowly devouring the chocolate cake with eyes that never leave mine. When she licks her lips, a streak of chocolate is smeared along the upper one. Her fucking beautiful mouth is going to kill me.
“You missed some.” I shift my hips to ease the pain of my dick having its circulation cut off from my boxer briefs.
She cocks her head sideways. “Did I?”
“Yeah.” My voice is low and full of need as I slide my tongue along her lip. She swallows hard as her entire body shudders. A violent wave of desire jolts through my veins. I want her with an intensity that defies anything I’ve ever experienced. Ever fantasized about. She’s consuming me whole.
“Thank you.” Her voice is breathless as her lust-filled eyes watch me.
God, that’s enough banter and teasing. A man can only take so much foreplay before he shoots his load in his pants. And that’s not where I want to be.
I toss the fork to the side, letting it fall to the floor, and haul her onto my lap until her thighs are straddling me. “I can’t sit next to you and not have my hands all over you.”
As I thread my fingers into her hair, I kiss her. Inhale her. Our tongues already stroke against each other in a familiar dance the second they touch. The taste of chocolate still coats her tongue as I suck the flavor into my mouth.
The heady sensation is only enhanced by her hands skating down my chest and abdomen. I jump when her hand lands on the edge of my shorts.
She tips her head sideways and smiles, fingers latching on the waistband of my shorts and underwear. “I’ve always wondered what the tail of this eagle looks like.” She tugs further than necessary, exposing my throbbing dick to the cool air. “The view is better than I anticipated.”
“Is it?” I ask between clenched teeth. I was rock hard when I ate her out, and having her rapt attention on my dick isn’t helping my situation. She hums and brushes her thumb over the tip, smearing my precum in the process. It’s not helping at all.
“As much as I wanted to see the entire tattoo, I’m much more fascinated with something else.”
“Are you?” I adjust my hips, scooting down into the cushions. My head spins until I gasp for breath and cough until tears fill my eyes. Shit. Remember to breathe.
She strokes her thumb lower. “Do you need a doctor?”
“No.” Heat floods up my torso, covering my neck and face. Talk about non-romantic. I just coughed all over her.
“Too bad.” Her bottom lip pokes out. “I know a paramedic who could give you a full checkup. But oh, well….” She slides back like she’s going to get off my lap.
“Not so fast.” I grab her hips with both hands, settling her back into place with those lush legs wrapped around me. If she can ignore the fact that I’m acting like a novice 16-year-old, I can too. “I think you’ve committed a crime.”
“Really?”
“You’ve stolen my–” I stop for a split second before I can say heart. I don’t want to scare her away. “Sanity,” I say, “And I need to read you your rights.”
“Please, do.” She raises her arms, unfastens her bra, and flings it on the floor. It likely lands next to the fork as it went in the same direction, but I have no idea. I’m not looking at the floor. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“You have the right to remain silent.” I take one pebbled nipple into my mouth, tugging on the tight nub. She’s fucking breathtaking. She moans and arches into me, heels digging into my outer thighs.
“Too bad I don’t have the capability to remain silent.” She rotates her hips and moans.
My lips travel from one breast to the other, then to her neck and the wildly beating pulse that flutters under her skin. I rock into her heat, eyes rolling back into my head. I’m going to die, but I can’t think of a better way to go out.
“Yes,” I mutter the words against her flesh, causing goosebumps to pebble on her skin. “That’s too bad. Anything you say can and will be used against you.”
As if she’s had enough with foreplay, she braces her knees on the cushions, grasps my shorts and boxers and yanks them down my thighs. “I’d rather you be held against me.”
When I strain against her to draw my clothes lower, she squeezes my ass. “Fuck, I can do that,” I groan between clenched teeth. “You have the right to an attorney.”
“I don’t need one.” She grasps the waistband of her panties and wiggles from side to side, shoving them down her thighs.
