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“Nah, man.” Redix won’t let go of my hand. “Just one, thanks.”
I’m fascinated by the process as the guy whips up a blend on the cold marble slab before us. “What flavor is that?”
It doesn’t look like our lemon sherbet.
His cocky eyes stop my heart. “Redix Road.”
“How’d you swing that?”
He winks, “I kinda own this place now,” reaching out for the waffle cone with his custom concoction.
Grabbing a few napkins first, he leads me back outside, pulling a chair out for me from under an umbrella-covered table.
“Tell me what you think.”
He offers me the first bite. Vanilla cream. Lemon zest. Graham cracker. Something herbal—basil—it zings across my palate, and I close my eyes… and moan.
“Damn, darlin’.” He grins like a demon. “Ice cream on your lips and that sound in your throat? I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
I can’t help it. It’s so good that I go for two more delicious bites. And I’m so ravenous, a drip lands on my chin. He pauses and cocks his head, and smiles so big I should take a picture. I’ve never seen him this happy. Happy to take a napkin and gently dab the drop off my chin.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here with me,” he says like it’s a sacred ritual.
He takes the cone from my hand and gives a few licks with his eyes locked on mine.
That look, I know it; it changed my life.
Pressing his lips into the sweet cream, he melts it, and I can sense people watching with phones up.
He doesn’t care.
“I promise—this is only with you, Cade.”
He reaches around my neck and pulls my lips into his creamy kiss. It starts sweet, his lips sliding over mine until his tongue dances in my mouth, and I explode—memories firing with lust. My body tensing, wanting him, ready to straddle him in that metal patio chair.
It’s killing me, and I want this death. The romance. The passion.
He bought a fucking ice cream store.
I can’t hold back; reaching around, I grab his neck to take him now, and someone whistles across the patio.
He lifts his lips. “Now that’ll go viral.” His breath hovers over mine. “And this time… it’s very true for me.”
I kiss him again, not caring if we’re on the screens of Times Square. You give me Redix Dean, lemon, sugar, and our lips together, and I won’t be stopped.
“Take me home,” I insist, breaking his rules already.
“Hold your horse ride, darlin’.” He’s amused. And it looks so damn good on him. “I got hours to spoil you.”
Giggles sound over my shoulder.
Redix peeks over it and smiles. “Do you mind?” he asks me.
“Make their day,” I say.
He’s so sweet about it. Four teen girls, young ones, are gawking at him. He buys them and their parents ice cream before wrapping his arms over their shoulders and giving them all the selfies their gushing hearts desire.
“Is that your girlfriend?” The girl with braces dares to ask him.
