Page 21 of Eat Slay Love
A woman giggled, clearly giddy with the possibilities of tonight, and I felt the same energy rush through me.
Cosmo’s grin widened. "But, before we enter the first course, does anyone have any questions?"
To my surprise, a hand lifted.
I turned and saw it wasthe manwho’d been watching me.
Aww. He wants us to wait on his sexy date to get out of the bathroom. I bet $100 that’s the case.
He parted his lovely, full lips, and before a single word left them, I knew—I just knew—that whatever sound came out of that mouth would do unspeakable things to me.
And then, he spoke.
Dark.
Deep.
A voice made for sin.
No.
It wasn’t just a voice.
It was acaress.
A slow drag of seductive fingertips down my back.
A dirty, lustful murmur in the dark.
The kind of sound that belonged in low-lit hotel rooms.
And my poor, starved pussy?
She fucking JUMPED like a puppy at the door when its owner comes home.
Like she had her own set of ears and had been waiting—ten years—to hear a voice like that again.
At this point, my pussy was basically feral.
A neglected houseplant desperately reaching for sunlight.
A parched desert praying for rain.
A dry-ass biscuit begging for honey and butter.
Alright. Calm down.
I clenched my thighs before she embarrassed me further.
Because this man?
This six-foot-something, foreign, green-eyed temptation?
He sounded like he could make a woman forget her own damn name.
“Cosmo,” he said. “I have one question, before we begin.”
There was this accent to each word, something smooth, deliberate, and just a little indulgent, like the way melted chocolate draped over a spoon before it slipped onto your tongue.
