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“Missed me, huh?” He asked, snuggling his head into my hair.
“Thought you might need this.” I took a step back and handed him the wallet.
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“Welcome to my humble abode.” He threw the bags filled to the brim with three types of ice cream, sprinkles, whipped cream, cherries, and all the flavored toppings a girl could imagine on the counter.
“Oh, I should have told you, I’m lactose intolerant.” I joked. When he stilled beside me, I put a dollop of whipped cream on my pointer finger and spread it on his nose.
“You’re gunna pay for that.” He grabbed a bottle of chocolate sauce.
“Oh, no.” I ran around his kitchen counter.
He followed me, only faster. Quickly placing a palm on the counter on each side of me, boxing me in. I reached up and, with a flick of my tongue, licked the whipped cream away.
His breathing deepened. The rise and fall of my chest matched his.
He looked from me to the bottle of chocolate.
“Don’t move.” He whispered.
Wasn’t going to.
He poured a few drops of chocolate on his finger and then traced the sauce along my lips.
I reached my tongue out to taste the rich coating.
“I said don’t move.” Stern and commanding, his voice awakened something inside my core.
He repeated the motions, applying more chocolate to my lips. Then he leaned down even closer to lick every. Single. Drop.
His arms moved to my hips, where he picked me up and sat me on the counter behind me. Part of me wished I had owned a skirt to wear. Maybe he’d put the chocolate in some other places to lick away.
He picked up my hand and poured the chocolate on my fingertips, sucking each one clean.
Mesmerized, I watched. His dark eyes met mine. Heat pooled in my center.
I bit my bottom lip.
Watching.
Wanting.
Craving him more and more with each flick of his tongue.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
His lips slammed against my, the taste of chocolate lingered on his tongue.
With my hands threaded into his hair, I pulled him closer to me.
The motions of his tongue intertwined with mine were enough to set my heart on fire. I pulled at his shirt. He responded by pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor.
“I want you,” more than anything else I’d ever wanted before.
He wrapped his arms under my ass, picking me up off the counter.
I wrapped my legs around him and holy hot damn those abs were to die for. I trailed my finger along each chiseled muscle.
