Jamie turned to the woman.“He’ll take red velvet.”
The woman smiled gleefully.“Perfect choice.”
When I tried to pull out my credit card to pay, Jamie quickly put her hand over mine.“No way.You won fair and square.This is my treat.”
Little did she know, but her treat to me was simply being here.I would’ve been content to sit in my truck all night if it meant spending some time with her.
Since it had been a bet, I conceded.“Fine.”
As though she’d won a huge battle, she took care of the payment.
Luck was on my side because a big party had left, opening up two booths at the very back.I led the way, then ushered Jamie into the side that would put our backs to the room.I slid in beside her.With no one in the booth across from us, we had a bit of privacy.
“Do you always get birthday cake when you come here?”I asked as she pulled her plate toward her.
“No.”She gave a shy, sideways glance.“But it kinda feels like my birthday.”
Damn, but she was sweet.
Placing my arm over the back of the seat, I teased her ponytail with my fingers while she dipped her finger into the frosting.My dick hardened as she slowly sucked it off.
“You’re killin’ me, cupcake.”
Her eyes shot to mine, pure innocence reflected in her gaze.It took a moment for her to realize what she’d done, and when she did, her dark eyes glittered with heat.
“My turn,” I told her, nodding toward my cupcake.“Using your finger,” I instructed.
Heat simmered between us as she dipped her finger into the frosting.When she brought it to my mouth, I gripped her wrist, then sucked the sweetness from her.
A soft, barely discernible whimper sounded in her throat, and I knew she was feeling the same thing I was.This was absolute torture, but worth every painful second.
Unfortunately, a family took the booth across from us a few minutes later, limiting the foreplay that was in progress.
“Well, it looks like we’re being governed,” I whispered when one of the kids stared over at us, smiling as he licked the icing on his cupcake like an ice cream cone.
“Looks like it,” she whispered back, still leaning into me.“You want to get out of here?”
I pressed my lips to her forehead.“Thought you’d never ask.”
Twenty minutes later, we were back where we started, pulling into a spot in front of Jamie’s apartment building.
“Would you like to come inside?”she offered when I put the truck in park.
Although I didn’t want the evening to end, I knew it had to.I’d already asked, and Jamie had confirmed she had an early class in the morning, so I didn’t want to keep her out too late.
“I would,” I assured her.“But I won’t.”
“Well, that’s disappointing,” she said with a cute little pout.
I nodded toward her seat.“Stay right there.”
I got out of the truck and made my way over to her side.When I opened her door, I pressed my finger on the button to move the seat back as far as it would go.She giggled when I started to get in on her side.
“What’re you doing?”
“Just because I’m not goin’ in, doesn’t mean we can’t hang out a little longer.”
With ease, I shifted Jamie into my lap, shut the door, then reclined the seat back a little.She turned at an angle, her knees settled between mine, our eyes meeting, holding for long seconds.The heat between us intensified.
