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He pulls the container toward him while I grab the other side, yanking it back toward me.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he says, tugging on it so hard I almost lose my balance.
“I am not! They’remine.”
“I thought they were Chris’s?” he challenges, and I want to punch him.
“MineandChris’s.” I use all my strength to yank the container from his grip at the same time he lets go, and the next thing I know, I’m flying through the air.
With a yelp, my body torpedoes backward, crashing back into the cupboards. A sharp pain radiates through my spine before I crumple to the floor like a ragdoll. Cupcakes scatter around my prone body, one landing icing down on the bare thigh exposed by my dress which has risen so much, it’s almost X-rated.
I sit there, dazed, as Jace gapes down at me.
I try to catch my bearings as his gaze wanders, taking in the cupcake massacre when he springs toward me, reaching for one, but I squash it with my hand, mushing it into the linoleum before he can grab it.
“You little . . .” Turning, he eyes another and darts for it but slips on a glob of frosting and almost faceplants right into my crotch.
I squeal as he braces his weight on his arms, stopping his trajectory and he quickly lifts his head at the last second. We lock eyes for one heated moment, and then just as quickly, his gaze flickers to the cake on my thigh, perilously close to his face, and it’s like I can read his thoughts.
Before he can reach for it, I snatch it up and throw it across the kitchen where it hits a cupboard with awhack. It’s catty and petty, and I’m sure I look completely ridiculous, surrounded by crushed cake and frosting, but I don’t care, because I refuse to let him win.
He narrows his eyes up at me while my lips quirk, triumphant. He might’ve won with the make-out session on the couch, but I won today.
This knowledge has my grin widening into a full-blown smile as I prepare to bathe in the bliss of victory when he slowly rakes his gaze over me. Down my chest and arms, to my waist and legs, fully exposed by the skirt bunched high up my thighs.
My smile falters.
A wave of panic crashes into me as he licks his lips, and my gaze drops to whatever has him looking as though he might devour me, only to see the smear of frosting across my skin from the cupcake I hastily threw.
My eyes widen at the same time he drops his head and drags his tongue over the smooth, sugary skin of my thigh.
I gasp as my skin catches fire at the same time a shiver racks my body.
I briefly wonder if I’m feverish or maybe just losing my mind. Either would certainly explain the delirium as I sit immobile and watch him clean the frosting from my skin—slowly, languidly—with nothing but his tongue.
Once he’s finished, he sits back, arms casually slung around his bent knees as he licks a bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth and hums with satisfaction. “Chris was right. Fucking amazing.”
With my heart pumping and breath heaving in my chest, mortification at what he just did—what I allowed him to do—sinks in as I struggle to get to my feet.
Leaning forward, I shove at his hard chest while he smirks. “You’re an asshole, Jace Taggart!” Then I spin on my heel and head toward his bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
“I’ve been called worse, Cupcake,” I hear him call out.
But I can’t form the words to respond. I don’t even want to as I turn and press my forehead against the cool hard surface of the wall where I curse under my breath and mutter, “Jace two. Brynn zero.”
CHAPTER 17
JACE
I’m sweeping up themassacred cake in the kitchen when Chris hurries through the room, keys in hand on his way to the door. Pausing, his brows rise. “Do I wanna know?”
I grit my teeth and shake my head.
“Okay, then.” He twirls his keys in his hand with a laugh. “I’ll see you later. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.”
I flip him the bird as he leaves, but once the door closes behind him, I sigh and lean on the broom, my gaze drifting to the closed bedroom door where Brynn is probably plotting my demise at this very moment. Maybe she’ll consult Creepy Cate and see if she can get her a voodoo doll with my likeness. I’d deserve every prick of the needle.
I close my eyes and sigh as I think about what just happened.
