Page 69 of Sweet Animosity

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back and moaned.

“Christ, woman, what the fuck is in that ice cream?”

With my eyes still closed, I felt for the other spoon and handed it to him. “So good.”

I spooned some of the strawberry ice cream and swirled it around the bottom of the dish to scoop up the yummy mix of fudge sauce and partially melted ice cream. Leaning forward, I scooped it into my mouth. “This is the best banana split in the history of the world.”

Var’s gaze focused on my lips. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“You haven’t even tried it yet.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Slicing my spoon through the whole banana, whipped cream, fudge, and chocolate ice cream, I held it up to his mouth. “No. You have to have a bite.”

Var wrapped his hand around my wrist and kept his gaze focused on me as he slowly opened his mouth. He slipped his lips over the bowl of the spoon, letting the ice cream melt into his mouth before flicking his tongue along his lower lip.

Holy hell.

Clearing my throat, I spooned another bite of ice cream-coated banana and fudge sauce into my mouth. Then I reached to pluck a cherry off the top and was delighted to find that it was a double cherry.

“I love when there are two!” I exclaimed as I threw my head back and held the double stem just in front of my mouth. I stretched my tongue out to flick the two cherries as I licked and sucked the whipped cream off them.

My only warning was a low curse.

Var’s forearm knocked the cherries out of my grasp as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and propelled me forward against his chest.

A gasp was the only oxygen I could pull into my lungs before his mouth descended with brutal force.

The sweet taste of his kiss belied the violence of it.

His mouth bruised my lips as he dominated and claimed.

He barely broke the kiss when he wrenched my silver shirt over my head. His strong fingers then made quick work of my bra. My breasts spilled out into his greedy palms as he continued to devour my mouth as if I were the true dessert.

It was overwhelming. Domineering. Controlling.

Just like him.

Just like him…

Something clicked in my brain.

I shoved him away as I clasped my arm across my chest. “You broke into my apartment!”

Ignoring my outburst, he ripped his shirt over his head and then reached for me.

“Get back here,” he growled as I shook my head and circled around the kitchen island.

“No. I remember why I’m pissed at you.”

Var stalked several steps toward me as he unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m warning you, Viv. You don’t get to mouth fuck a couple of cherries and then deny me.”

My eyes widened.

Crap.

I probably looked like a cat in heat licking a bowl of cream the way I sucked on them. How could I have forgotten the stupid cherry stem trick? Everyone knew that sucking on cherries was a come-fuck-me invite to any man. I was pretty sure adding actual cherries and whipped cream notched that up to epic levels.

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