I pulled out the platter and set it beside her on the island.
“We’re having chocolate cake for dinner? And here I always thought you were a steak kind of guy.”
I wedged myself between her legs that dangled from the counter, and I tipped my face up to hers. “Turns out, I’m a Raven Tayte kind of guy.”
Her fingers sifted through the longer pieces of my hair. “I think you were always a Raven Tayte kind of guy.”
I took her hand and kissed her palm, sucking down her intoxicating moonflower scent. It was like pressing my nose into a spray of honeysuckle. Imbibing all the sweetness that she was. “Yeah, think you’re right.”
Raven eyes stared down at me. “Did you then? Did you want me?”
Wasn’t prepared for her to give voice to the past.
I pressed my face a little deeper into her palm. “Think I knew it the moment I got released from prison. When I walked in and you were standing in the middle of the room. The way you looked at me right then…”
I trailed off, unable to fully give it voice, knowing the way it’d all gone to shit. The way it’d spiraled. The tragedy that’d come.
Still, I took her palm that’d been against my lips and splayed it over the boom that clanged in the middle of my chest. “It’s always been yours.”
Didn’t matter how long I’d ignored it. Didn’t matter the way I’d gone after every distraction, every pleasure, like the quick encounters and easy lust that came from that kind of life would ever sustain. Like it could ever fulfill what had been lacking.
Shaking myself out of the heaviness, I pulled the foil from the cake. Didn’t bother with utensils. I dug into the spongy concoction with my fingers, ripping free a big chunk, all too eager to feed my girl.
“Open,” I told her.
Delight raced across that stunning face, and she indulged me, opening that sweet mouth before she closed it around the giant piece, moaning as she did.
A decadent sound that went straight to my dick.
I pulled back and watched as she chewed, then I reached out and wiped away a glob of chocolate that had gotten stuck to her lip with the pad of my thumb.
I moved real slow when I drew my thumb into my mouth, sucking it, watching Raven’s stare flare with her own lust.
“No fair, Otto Hudson.”
“What’s not fair?”
She rolled those pretty eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“And what am I doin’ to you, darlin’?” I played it innocent, a tease, loving the lightness that flitted between us.
“You know exactly what…making me all squirmy and needy.” She whispered the last like it was a secret.
“Looks like you caught me. That was the whole plan.” I leanedin close, and that time, I licked the bit of chocolate remaining from her lip, voice lowering to a rasp. “Only thing I want is you squirming and needy.”
Raven was the one who reached over and dug into the cake that time, basically coating her fingers in it rather than picking up a piece. She pressed all four fingers into my mouth, and I sucked around them, licking them clean, making her shake.
I kept feeding her little pieces, watching her the whole time, loving that she was mine. I dragged messy fingers down her neck, licked that up, too, didn’t mind one bit that I was smearing chocolate all over my white tee that she wore, my hands making imprints all over her.
She whimpered, and it was clear she was no longer interested in eating as she pressed her chest toward my face. Over the shirt, I pulled one of those diamond tipped nipples into my mouth, giving the bud a tiny nip of my teeth.
Raven yelped then giggled as she curled her arms around my head, and I was pulling her from the counter and into my arms and swinging her around.
Letting this joy overflow us. A rising tide powerful enough to sweep us away. Our feet unsteady with the amount of happiness that rushed.
I reached over and grabbed her phone from her purse where she’d left it on the counter earlier, and with her still in my arms, I thumbed into her music app. Put it on a slow song so I could dance with her the way I’d always wanted to.
Completely wrapped up and wholly given.