Page 52 of Hooking Up
He slides his hand to my hip. Pushes me against the counter. His dark eyes meet mine. They're on fire. "I am gonna get you so wet you're begging me for it."
I… Uh… "Oh." I swallow hard. How did he transition to dirty so seamlessly? "Now?"
His smile gets devious. "Now. And later." His fingers skim the edge of my dress. "This first." His voice switches right back to normal. Like his hand isn't inches from my ass. He taps a paper sitting on the counter. A printed recipe. "Had to use the shop printer."
"Really?"
"Dean gave me hell."
"He seems like the type."
"Leighton—the girl with your haircut—"
"I noticed that."
"I like it better on you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He brushes my hair behind my ear. "She thinks it's sweet."
"It's different."
"I still have no game?"
I laugh. "You could stand to work on your smoothness. Some lines likebaby, this isn't sweet compared to you."
"Sounds like romance."
"Only if you mean my personality." My cheeks flush. Did I just say that? Did I really suggest he talk about how I taste?
His lips curl into a smile. "Dirty girl."
I feel like one. Like he's already turning me into a sex freak. "You like it."
"Fuck yeah." He turns so he's facing the counter. Reaches for the cocoa powder. "You like chocolate?"
"Who doesn't?"
"I hear rumors." He motions to the coffee maker on the other side of the counter. "We're doing chocolate with mocha frosting."
"Ambitious."
"There's no point in doing shit if you're gonna half-ass it."
"Can I put that on a poster somewhere?"
"Sure. As long as you credit it toWalker, the guy who makes me come until I can't stand it."
Mmm. Yes. Now. Please.
Who needs cake when sex is on the table?
Even delicious, sugary cake with coffee flavored icing.
He leans closer. Slides one hand over my ass. Brings his lips to my ear. "You're adorable on the edge."
"Adorable?"
