His portal of a hand wrapped around mine, lowering it to my leg. Twin lines formed between his brows as he pressed our palms together, comparing their size. Though there was no comparison. Mine looked like Delaware floating inside Alaska.
Or something like that.
“You’re delicious.”
“That was just my finger. I’m sure other parts of me taste even better.”
His jaw dropped enough to leave a space between his lips. “Was that—are youflirtingwith me?”
“Am I?” I thought about it, but since my synapses were coated with coconut and rum, things weren’t firing at top speed. “Maybe. You’re big and cute and I’ve had a lot to drink. Plus, I think you flirted first.”
“Did I?”
I leaned forward, and if he hadn’t been holding my hand would have taken another tumble. As it was, he had to grab my waist to steady me.
He didn’t remove his hand once I was upright again. And that was all right. I liked how much of me he covered with his Alaska. And the ocean air was warm, but Ben was even warmer. Strangely, his heat gave me goosebumps. I couldn’t explain it, and...well, I wasn’t in any condition to try.
“Did you already forget sucking my finger?”
“Hmmm…maybe. I should probably do it again.” He brought my hand up to his mouth, keeping his glazed eyes on mine as he took two fingers between his lips. This time, he didn’t just suck. His tongue rounded the sensitive pads, tracing along the edges and over the top.
I inhaled a sharp breath.
Ben kissed the tips of my fingers then engulfed my hand with his. “There. I think we can both agree that was flirting.”
“Yeah…” I breathed. “Definitely flirting. But why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you flirting?”
“Because you’re hot and fun to flirt with. Why else?”
My blinks were slow motion, and I wondered if the alcohol was making him this blunt or this was how he always was. Somewhere in the last sober recesses of my mind, I knew I was acting out of character, so maybe Ben was too.
Either way, I didn’t care.
We were having fun, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“I don’t think you’re a mortician,” I blurted.
He snickered, grazing my knuckles with his smile. “No. I forgot you were guessing my job. Want to try again?”
“Hmmm…” I squinted as if that would help me see him better. Unfortunately, nothing outside sobriety would do that particular trick. “You’re so big.”
“Thank you.”
“It was an observation.”
“I took it as a compliment.”
“All right. I guess that’s okay.” I poked him with my free hand. “All these muscles have to have some use. Are you a mover?”
“I’m a mover and a shaker, but not professionally.”
“That’s too bad.” I rubbed my lips together. I doubted there was anything sexy about it, given my drunkenness, but Ben watched the movement like a hunter spying on his prey. Or maybe that was my imagination. “You could carry a lot of boxes at once. It would be really efficient.”
He bit down on my knuckle, watching me the whole time. “I’ll keep that in mind when I retire from my current career.”
