Page 62 of Hooking Up
I want to. But I'm not sureIcan stand how badly I'll want to fuck her if I know she's commando.
She brings the towel to her head to dry her hair. "Is the cake done?"
"Five minutes."
"Was that really forty minutes?"
"Did it feel like less?"
Her laugh lights up her blue eyes. They're gorgeous eyes. But even with her smiling, there's a sadness in them.
I hate it.
I want to destroy it.
I hate that I want to destroy it.
I offer her the spoon "You want the first taste?"
"Okay." She moves into the kitchen. Her fingers brush mine as she takes the spoon. She brings it to her lips and licks a drop. "Mmm. Mocha icing is too good. It's criminal." Pleasure spills over her expression. Her eyes flutter closed. Her lips part with a sigh. Her brow softens.
It's like before.
Well, not quite.
But it's still fucking inviting.
She blinks her eyes open as she hands the spoon back. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
"You get off on caffeine."
She laughs. "Yeah. Kinda."
"Does tea inspire the same reaction?"
"It's not nearly as intense."
"Good to know." I lick icing from the spoon. It's too sweet for me, but it's still fucking good.
"Aren't you supposed to say something about how we already had dessert?"
"You giving me tips on my game again?"
"As long as you still need them."
"Turns out you're not supposed to frost a cake until it's cool."
"Ah."
"Which means you'll have to come back here after dinner."
Her lips curl into a smile. "You had a master plan?"
"If making you come again counts as a master plan, yeah."
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Iris smoothsher skirt as she looks around the restaurant's courtyard. "Hmm."
