Page 55 of Any Girl But You
Inside, the space is dimly lit. Quinn’s gaze travels the white tablecloth draping the stainless-steel prep area, with a water bottle, several spoons, and a blindfold.
“A blindfold?” Her brow arches.
Oh, I can’t wait for this. I pat the top of the countertop. “Sit.”
Quinn immediately hops up on the counter and faces me with her legs dangling off the table.
I wrap the blindfold around her and tug the back into a bow. “Can you see anything?”
“Nope,” she says and plants her palms on the counter.
My mind is walking through all of the gloriously naughty things I could do with my girlfriend. But right now, that will have to wait. I grab the tray near the stove and cross back to her. I scoop up a small amount of dessert with a spoon. “Open your mouth.”
“Oh God, you’re dreamy when you’re domineering like this,” Quinn says, then parts her mouth.
I deposit a tiny bit, and she swallows. “Tell me what you taste.”
“Mmmm.” She licks her bottom lip. “Chocolate.”
I sweep her lips with mine, then give her another bite. “What else?”
Quinn savors the sweetness, rolls it in her tongue, then swallows. “Vanilla.”
“Good.” With my other hand I lift her skirt up to her knee. Her breath hitches and her knees fall open. It’s going to take all my willpower to go slow. I give her another small taste. “What else?
“Um… berries.”
I lift the skirt a little higher.
“Raspberries.”
And a little higher. I brush my thumb against the outside of Quinn’s soft, smooth thigh. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths. She licks the outside of her lips and inches closer. Oh…this is fun. Seeing the anticipation, watching her breaths increase, feeling her lean into me. Warmth spreads inside me. I add a small amount of whipped cream on her mouth and kiss it off. Her lips part, push into me, and I melt from the sugar on her tongue. I don’t want to rip myself away, but I do.
I use the corner of the spoon to cut into the next dessert and place it in her mouth. “Now, what do you taste?”
A moment passes. Her head tilts to the side. I give her one more little taste. “Cinnamon.”
I unbutton the top button of her shirt.
“And… um… cream.”
Second button, removed.
“And… and… cardamom?”
I’m practically salivating watching her squirm against the table. Her anticipation feeds into mine. “Very good. That one was a hard one.” I remove the final three buttons, tug her shirt past her shoulders, and skim my fingertips across her chest. My pulse kicks up, my need to be closer to her starts to consume me.
Quinn’s hands reach out, finds me, and she pulls me between her legs. When I tug on her bottom lip with my thumb, she leans forward, mouth parted, searching for me. I press my lips onto hers, move against her, inhale her taste and scent.
When she leans back, I want to take in everything. The way her cheeks flush, the way her freckles sprinkle her face, the way she squirms and shivers with every touch. She is so utterly perfect.
I take my time and indulge, spreading dessert on her mouth, letting her taste it, then licking it off. I swipe a little on her neck, then kiss it off. When I lower her bra strap and kiss the skin, goosebumps skitter across her arms. I tug the bra all the way down and her breasts spring free. Quinn’s breath is heavy against my ear, and her fingers dig into my hips. I dip my finger into the chocolate, spread it across her nipple and lick it off, slowly, lusciously, as her moans fill my ear.
“Zoey,” she whispers between heavy breaths. She lifts the blindfold a little, looking sheepish. “I don’t want to stop. But…unless you really want to sanitize this table, we better move this upstairs.”
I chuckle, step back, and pull her bra back up. “This is a very fair point. I don’t think I fully thought this through.”
Quinn pulls me in for another kiss, then releases. After she buttons up, she hops off the table. Once we throw on our jackets, I grab her hand and practically sprint to the end of the kitchen.
