Page 66 of Guarding the Singer

She had just enough energy to keep herself moving.

What was she doing?

She decided to stop pushing the edge of the envelope and take the bite off of the spoon herself when he opened his lips.

Selene moved the spoon forward and he closed his lips around it. She pulled the spoon back and watched.

His lips were closed but she could see the movements of his mouth, his jaw.

She saw the moment the flavor hit him. The sharp burst of flavor to go with the sweet condensed milk. The roll of the rice's texture across his tongue.

Her eyes ate it all up as she waited for the verdict.

William swallowed and looked at her, his gaze glancing off of her lips. "Mango, rice, cream."

She nodded. "Too sweet?"

His gaze lowered back to her lips and she felt as if the world around them had slowed.

Her heart though?

Her heart was going a mile a minute and apparently, she was out of shape.

Almost breathless in anticipation and need.

"Here," he reached out and took the spoon from her hand and put a scoop of rice into the bowl of the spoon, and sliced a piece from the slice of mango on top of it.

She lifted her gaze from the bowl and fixed on his eyes.

She didn't even waste a moment to look at the spoon either.

She just opened her lips.

The cool glance of the spoon against her lips sent a shiver through her and her nipples tightened against the butter soft cotton of her top.

She tasted the sweetness of the condensed milk and then she closed her lips around the spoon.

He pulled it free, gently, and then she was left with the taste of the mango and rice in her mouth.

She wanted to be unaffected by the taste, but it was impossible.

She'd missed the sweetness for months, keeping dessert out of her diet to fit into her incredible costumes, but she chanced it. Because she wanted to share it with him.

"Well?"

Her eyes met his after having drifted off.

She saw the darkness of his gaze, the intensity of his stare.

And it all settled into her core.

She swallowed the bite in her mouth, almost moaning at the sensation of it.

His lips quirked up in a smile and she mirrored his expression, drawing in a breath that only left her even more shaken.

"It's the best thing I've ever tasted," she meant it.

It wasn't just about the sweet creamy flavor or the sweet tang of the mango fruit on her tongue. It was about the company.

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