Page 173 of The Last One
I dart my tongue to my back teeth and taste the raisin there. “Ah. Yeah. You’re right.”
I want to win. I want to lose. I want what I want from him and that’s everything.
I correctly guess boiled egg yolk and melon. I miss eggplant and mushroom.
“Last one,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “You miss it, and I win.”
“I guess it correctly, andIwin.” I feel him settle behind me. Goose bumps rise across my skin. I could play this game forever.
“Open,” Jadon instructs.
The object pools on my tongue, then strings across my lower lip. I close my eyes even though they’re covered with a blindfold. My favorite taste of all tastes. This variety boasts deep, rich hints of blackberry. The flavor makes me moan.
“Youlikethis one.” He sounds satisfied.
My breath catches in my throat. “I do, but I want to be sure…” I part my lips again.
He drizzles a bit more onto my tongue, and that simple act makes me tremble. Just like before, he strings this flavor across my lips. “That’s it,” he says. “No more. What is it?”
“Honey,” I whisper, that one word barely escaping my lips.
He says, “I can’t hear you.” He leans closer, his lips to my ear. “What is it?”
“Honey,” I say, breathless.
“You’re right.”
He’s so close to my back—heat curls off him like fire.
“May I have more,” I whisper, “since I won?” My heartbeat tumbles faster until one beat trips over the other and then another, and I sway, lightheaded.
“Haven’t I given you enough?” he asks, his words hot against my ear.
“Don’t you want to give me more?” I counter, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “I know you want to reward me—and you can stop rewarding only when I say.”
“Bossy,” he says, chuckling.
“And you like it like that,” I tease.
“I do,” he admits, his voice husky. Still behind me, he runs his finger along my jaw. “How’s that?”
Soft jolts of lightning spark at those spots along my skin. “Feels good,” I confess.
He leans closer, our noses brushing. “You want the napkin on or off?”
“Off,” I say without hesitation. “I want to see all of my reward.”
Just like that, the napkin falls away and there he is, my prize, just a breath away.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey,” he whispers.
Our noses brush again. Then I brush his lips with mine, and he is the best taste of all. He pulls me to stand, and I guide him onto my bed. And we kiss, and his lips, his tongue, they are magic. He bites my ear. I suck his bottom lip.
None of this is enough.
We kneel together, him behind me, and I catch sight of our reflection in the mirror across the room. There we are. Faces flushed. Eyes glassy. He smiles at my reflection, his eyes dark with desire. “Hey,” he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.
