Soon, the monster growled inside of me.
She leaned closer, her elbow on the table, face resting in the palm of her hand as she looked at me with a content smile. I had no idea how the hell I’d managed to talk her into grabbing a bite with me, but I’d somehow accomplished it. Not only that, withthe distraction of the food choices and eating, Sadie seemed to be a little more relaxed around me.
We’d chosen to go back for desert, and when she said she was getting soft serve and fries, I’d teased her about it.
“How’s your brownie?” Her eyes dipped down to the decadent dessert in front of me that I would have to work off in the morning. I scooped some up with my spoon and dipped it into her ice cream.
“Try.” I didn’t give her a chance to overthink the fact that I was about to feed her.
“Oh my…” she groaned, her eyes shut with pleasure as the chocolatey goodness bloomed on her tongue. “So good.” She sighed softly, almost a moan, before opening her eyes to look at me. “I shouldn’t have tried that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “Thought you liked it.” The sound she made had me throbbing.
“That’s the problem.” Her smile widened, and despite how fucking hard and close to the edge I was from losing control and doing something stupid like pulling her up on my lap to kiss her, that pretty smile fed something inside me. Deep and real, it that worked itself under my skin and right through the bone and down into the marrow of me.
“I’m not following here, little bird.”
“Because… now I know it’s down here.”
“Again, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is when you have a sweet tooth that won’t quit.” I chuckled at the face she made. Fucking hell, she was adorable.
“I don’t know about that,” I mumbled good naturedly even though every thought in my mind was fucking dirty.
Sinful images bounced in my head one after another. One involved me eating that fucking brownie à la mode off her sexy naked body.
Would sweet, shy little Sadie Flores let me do that?
Let me cover the tips of her tits with whip cream as I kneeled in front of her to lick and suck every sticky bit off her?
Would she squirm and writhe for more?
Would she let me spray some on her thighs to get closer to her tight little?—
“Jason?” She snapped me out of my thoughts. “You okay?”
“Umm…” My face started to heat up. I’d been caught daydreaming.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, and before I could ask why, she started to get up. “You’re probably tired, and I’m just keeping you up. Ready to go?” she asked, her empty bowl of ice cream on top of the half-finished fries.
“We don’t have to hurry,” I blurted out, not ready for the night to end.
Fuck, being around her, watching her from afar wasn’t going to cut it. Not anymore. Now that I knew what it felt like to be around her, in her light, I didn’t want to go lurk back in the shadows.
“You haven’t finished your fries yet,” I pointed out in a last-ditch effort to keep her in front of me.
“I’m full.” Her expectant eyes were on me to stand the hell up and walk her to her room like I’d offered. Never mind the fact that now that I knew her roommate was spending the night with mine, I would be creeping back into her room to watch her sleep.
“Right.” I nodded and stood. I took her dishes from her hands and grabbed mine to them to the trash before following her out of the mostly empty dining hall.
“This was fun,” she said. I nodded, suddenly too fucking tongue tied and slightly guilty about the fact I knew without a shadow of a doubt, I was going to sneak back into her room tonight.
The question was whether or not I was going to be able to keep my hands to myself.
“Let’s get you home, little bird.” My hand tangled with hers so fucking easily. Meant to be.
She might have been looking down at the ground, but it didn’t stop me from noticing the sweet little blush that painted her cheeks and the way it spread down her neck. Curiosity was a bitch. My mouth watered trying to figure out just how low that blush ran. Would her chest get flushed if I gave her perfect tits attention? Would she like it soft and sweet or hard suckling and biting to get her to gasp my name? That wasn’t going to help my situation at all. With my free hand, I tried to subtly adjust my thick, hard cock that was currently pressed tightly against my waistband in an effort to fucking hide the one-eyed monster from view. We walked to the elevators, and I stupidly let go of her hand to press the call button.
