Page 28 of Beastly Mountain Man

I moved the spatula once more.

A small swirl formed near the edge.

It was not symmetrical.

It was not what a pastry chef would have done.

It was also clearly frosting on a chocolate cake.

I set the spatula down.

“I’m done.”

Lucky leaned closer to inspect it. “Looks good.”

“It looks homemade.”

“It is homemade.”

I turned my head. “You rely very heavily on facts when I’m seeking reassurance.”

Lucky laughed.

A dark streak of chocolate marked the side of his index finger where he had moved the cake onto the plate.

My attention caught on it, and he noticed.

Neither of us pretended otherwise.

I reached for his wrist.

Lucky went still beneath my touch.

The skin there was warm, the tendons moving faintly beneath my fingers.

I drew his hand toward my mouth and slowly licked the chocolate from his finger.

The playful ease in his expression changed.

His green eyes darkened.

“That was deliberate.”

“Completely.”

His voice had gone lower.

Lucky dipped another fingertip into the vanilla buttercream and held it between us, waiting.

I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth.

Sweetness spread across my tongue.

I closed my lips around him for one deliberate second before drawing back.

Lucky’s throat worked.

His free hand came up, touching my cheek lightly.