Page 112 of Stay With Me
I snap a few without him in the photo and then steal a couple as he holds it up.
“Am I good to try it now?”
“Yep, dig in.”
As he takes a drink, I snap a few more.
I chuckle when he lowers the mug. “The whipped cream on your nose is what’s really gonna sell it.”
“Such a little smart-ass.” He smirks, wiping off his face.
Laughing, I dip my finger into the cup, swipe more whipped cream, and then smear it over his mouth. “Here, let me get that for ya.”
I lean in and brush my tongue over his lips, tasting the mix of him and the sweetness of the coffee. He moans as our mouths fuse together in a heated kiss.
When I pull back, he yanks me between his thighs and cups my ass.
“Mm...better be careful or you’re gonna get addicted,” I taunt, wrapping my arms around him as he kisses my neck.
“You’ve already infected my veins and consume all my thoughts, Sunny. Addicted would be an understatement.”
As much as I planned on teasing him and slowly revealing the lacy black lingerie I’m wearing underneath my clothes, I’m not sure I can wait much longer. His hands and mouth on my body have my skin on fire, and the more he touches me, the more I want to rip off his clothes.
“I think I’m owed a piece of clothing,” he muses, flirting his fingers along the hem of my sweater. “And I’m choosing this.”
Raising my arms, he slides it up and off. His gaze goes to my chest, and he licks his lips.
“Goddamn, baby. This is so much sexier in person.” The pad of his finger glides down in between my breasts, around the corset lace, and then traces around my hard nipple. “I wanna rip this off you right now.”
“Tsk, tsk.” I step back out of his grasp. “No touchin’, cowboy.”
He pouts. “Since when?”
“That was the deal. For every drink you sample, I lose a piece of clothing. Nothin’ about getting handsy.”
Although I very much want his hands all over me, that’s not part of our little game.
He arches a brow and crosses his arms. “Then I want to revisit the terms of this contract before the next drink...”
“Sorry,oralcontracts cannot be altered.” I smirk, then go back behind the counter and start on my next latte.
Although I’m not focusing on him, I can feel his gaze on me—specifically, my chest. But I love having his full attention on me even if I’m being my own personal cock block.
“You know, my eyes are up here.”
“I’m aware, but your nipples stared at me first.”
I snort at how serious he sounds. “And all this time, I thought you were an ass man.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, love. I’m aMagnoliaman who’s obsessed with everything about you.”
My cheeks heat as I fight the urge to sayfuck itand jump into his arms. But I’m not folding this easily just yet.
“Are you ready for the next one?” I top this drink with sweet, cold foam and cinnamon.
“That looks like dessert in a cup.”
“Pretty close. I’m gonna call it the Cinnamon Roll Latte.”
