Page 52 of Sweet on You
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Ronnie
One hour. We were only one hour into the date, and it already felt too good to be true. Everything about Lex seemed to fit well into my life. Everything from the way we kissed in the kitchen to how his shoulder was just the right height for me to relax my head onto as we were lounging on my living room floor, eating sashimi off my coffee table.
“Lex, seriously? How is it you can bake intricate chocolate soufflés, yet you can’t hold a pair of chopsticks to save your life?”
He fumbled with the wooden sticks until one slipped between his fingers, knocking the edge of the table and plopping onto the carpet. Penny was there immediately and scooped it up, ran off into the corner and chewed it into a million splintered pieces.
I paused, a piece of unagi halfway to my mouth. “Oh shit. Am I supposed to stop him from chewing that?”
Lex looked at Penny in the corner, narrowing his eyes. “I think as long as he doesn’t actuallyeatany of it, it should be okay.”
As far as I could tell, he was chewing, not eating.
Lex shrugged. “I mean, dogs eat sticks in the wild all the time, right? How are chopsticks any different?”
He reached into the bag, pulling out another unopened chopstick set and tearing open the paper packaging. “Okay, third time’s a charm, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, doubtfully. “Hold it like you would a pencil.” He fumbled some more, one chopstick sliding down between his index and middle fingers. “Apencil,” I repeated. He tried again, situating them with his left hand to get them in place. But even still, what he was doing didn’t remotely resemble holding a pencil. “Dude.Is that how you hold a pencil?”
“Maybe it is! Don’t shame me for how I hold a pencil!” He took one of the chopsticks and stabbed a piece of salmon, shoving it in his mouth before it could slide off the end.
“Here,” I laughed and pushed to my feet. Sitting on the couch behind him, I straddled his body and leaned in to try to help.
But as he turned his head to look at me, I realized my mistake. My breasts were pressed against the back of his shoulders. My mouth lined up perfectly with the curve of his neck and his stubbled jaw that I so wanted to nip at. And when he turned the side to look at me, our mouths could have easily brush.
I sucked in a breath as he licked his lips. “Tempting, isn’t it?” he asked, smirking.
“Not even a little,” I lied. We both knew I was lying. That was the fun.
“Really? Not even if I do this?” He stuck out his tongue and traced the curve of my bowed top lip with the tip of his tongue.
I gasped, loving every slick second of it. “How isthatnot against the rules?” My heart was pounding in my chest, the tightness between my legs achy and hot.
“We didn’t say anything about no licking. Just that whoever kisses first loses.”
Oh, he wanted to play dirty? I could play dirty. I ran my tongue across my own lips, as though I could taste remnants of where he just licked. “Oh, it’s on.”
I lifted my weight up onto my feet as I reached over him toward the table for a piece of sushi… slowly. Painfully slowly forbothof us. My left breast brushed right against the side of his face. My nipple was hard. I ached for his touch. His mouth. His hands.
Lex groaned and ran his nose against the side swell of my breast in a way that left me gasping for a breath. Even though it was meant to torturehim, I was doing a fine job on myself, too.
“Here,” I said, sitting back down, popping a piece of sashimi into my mouth, and wrapping my hands around his chopsticks. “Pinch them between your fingers… like this.” I pressed myself hard against him, making sure he could feel the warmth of my pussy touching the middle of his back.
He cleared his throat and pinched the chopsticks tighter. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” I said. He moved his hands to pick up a tuna roll and as he did, I ran my tongue up the side of his neck slowly, landing with my teeth grabbing his ear and biting, making sure not to wrap my lips around his earlobe in anything that could be interpreted as a kiss.
“Fuck,” he hissed, and the tuna roll slipped out of his hold between the chopsticks, falling to the ground. Frost wasted no time, pouncing on the fish and tearing the sushi roll apart while Penny lapped up the rice. Stupid dog. Pretty sure Frost got the better part of that deal. “I can’t even pretend to concentrate on this,” he said and dropped the chopsticks on the coffee table.
I chuckled and slid back down to the floor. Pushing onto my knees, I reached for another piece of salmon, intentionally bumping into him with my ass. “Oops, sorry,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
“Sure, you are.” His jaw twitched, but there was a hint of a smile behind those sparkling, blue eyes.
“You’re the one who started with the dirty rules, man. Don’t hate the player… hate the game.”
“Oh, oh!” He pointed at the TV. While I called in our dinner order earlier, Lex had perused my Netflix, putting on some baking show in the UK I’d never heard of before. “See her?” He was still pointing at the TV where an older woman in a peach sweater set was judging some sort of cracker thing they all had to make.
