Page 71 of The Scars I Bare
I curiously looked at the basket of food. “Say what?”
He spread out a blanket along one of the built-in benches. “Well, I was thinking about how we could work on building our level of trust. And I’ve heard of these restaurants in big cities where you’re in complete darkness. Scary, right? But I thought, maybe I could re-create a sliver of that with our food. I had my buddy at Taps make our food, and with a couple of blindfolds and a little trust—”
“You just want my hands in your mouth.” I laughed.
“So bad.” He grinned, handing me a long black piece of fabric. “Now, tie me up. No, wait, that’s for later.”
I shook my head and proceeded to wrap the heavy piece of fabric around his head. When it was secure, I gave him a matching piece, and he did the same to me.
“Okay, now what?” I asked, reaching out into the darkness. I immediately felt his hands on mine.
“Now, we eat. I think,” he said, chuckling.
Together, our hands found the basket, and we went through the task of pulling everything out.
“Now, he promised me everything is a finger food. No soups or salads, so we won’t be sticking our fingers into anything weird.”
“You really like finger foods,” I joked, feeling slightly awkward with my wannabe Daredevil head wrap.
“Just being thorough,” he said. “Are you ready?”
I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
A moment passed before he spoke again, “Do you trust me, Cora?”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath. “Yes,” I answered once again.
“Then, open your mouth.”
My lips parted, and seconds passed as my heart began to flutter in my chest. This was more exhilarating than I’d imagined it would be.
The waiting.
The wondering.
I nearly jumped when his fingers brushed my cheek and then the corner of my mouth. Something cold and sweet hit my tongue. His thumb tugged at my lip as I bit down on a piece of fruit.
All the flavors hit me at once along with the heat from his touch.
Salt from prosciutto, sweetness from cantaloupe.
Desire all the way down to my toes.
“God, that’s good,” I nearly moaned before I whispered, “My turn.”
I felt like electricity was running through my veins as I picked up a piece of the prosciutto-wrapped fruit and navigated my way toward him. My aim wasn’t nearly as good as his, my free hand finding the stubble of his chin first. I slowly moved down and across until I found his mouth, open and waiting.
With my other hand, the juices of the fruit already dripping down my wrist, I rubbed it over his lips and into his mouth. His teeth caught the tip of my finger, causing me to gasp as he yanked me forward.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Good,” he said, ripping my blindfold off at the same time I went for his. “Me either.”
I could still taste the cantaloupe on his tongue the instant our mouths came together. Unlike our explorative kiss days before, this was passion and desire.
Heat and lust.
And I couldn’t get enough.
