Page 104 of There's No Us Without You
The plate with the chocolate ice cream sandwich is shoved in my face like Eden’s showing off a masterpiece. “See?” she says. “Doesn’t that look delicious?”
“Not at all,” I say, laughing.
My mouth is watering, but not for the reason Eden’s would be. What has me leaning forward is the woman in front of me, as she picks up her own sugar-laden monstrosity and takes a bite, ice cream dripping down her chin. Moaning, her eyes close as though it’s the most pleasurable thing she’s ever put in her mouth.
I’m fucking gone.
I’m hers now.
She can do whatever the hell she wants to me. I’d let her carve her name into my chest if it meant I could listen to that sound repeatedly.
Her tongue darts out to clean up what’s left on her lips before she picks up the pastry in front of me and shoves it in my face. “Try it. For me?” Eyebrows pulled in, she sucks on her bottom lip, eyes darting between mine.
Sighing, I scrub my hand over my face. “Jesus, woman. If those sounds you made are any sign that this”—I scrunch my nose up—“thing actually tastes good, then I’ll try it.”
“I promise you won’t regret it.” Bouncing on the spot, she claps her hands—or at least attempts to while dripping ice cream onto the bench.
I highly doubt that, but here we go.
Concentration set on her face, Eden presses the dessert to my lips. The way she’s watching my mouth, her bottom lip hidden behind her top teeth, has me wanting to do anything for her.
Like eat this disgusting-looking thing.
I open my mouth, and let Eden slide the dessert inside it before I bite down. The Pop-Tarts are hard like a biscuit, and the icing cracks under the force of my teeth, but when the ice cream and marshmallows hit my taste buds, all mixed, it doesn’t taste that bad.
“So...” she says, dragging the word out as her wide eyes dart around my face.
I lift a shoulder as I finish chewing. “It’s okay.”
She swats at me, hitting my upper arm. “You liar,” she says, giggling. “It’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted, isn’t it?”
The sound of her laughter has me stepping closer, backing her against the island. My guess isshewould be the best thing I’ll ever taste.
The smile on her face falls, and she swallows hard, her eyes never leaving mine.
Whatever I’m about to do is stupid, reckless even. Playing with her emotions isn’t fair, but I need to taste her—or at least parts of her.
I wrap my fingers around one of her wrists and bring her hand up to my lips to press a soft kiss to her palm. A small gasp leaves her parted lips when I take one of her ice cream-covered fingers into my mouth to suck it clean, my tongue swirling over the tip.
My eyes stay trained on her reaction, hers following my actions as I bring a second finger to my mouth and suck that one clean, too.
My heart races, and I’m so turned on. If I had my way, I’d take her right here, right now, on the kitchen bench. It’d be hard and fast and oh so sweet.
I press another quick kiss to her palm before licking my lips. “Maybe I love vanilla after all.”
Eden’s breathing is heavy and fast, her cheeks flushed, and when she places a tentative hand to my chest, my skin ignites.
I want her.
But this is . . .
Fuck!
“Em?”
“Pop-Tart.”
“I—” Eden shakes her head and licks her lips. Then before I can react, she pushes up on her toes, grabs the back of my neck, and crushes her lips to mine.
