Page 149 of Babies for the Big Shot
I move before she can wipe it away. Dropping to one knee, I lean in close, my lips brushing against her skin, tasting the chocolate. Her breath catches as I lick it off, the sweet and rich flavor coating my tongue.
I pull back, my eyes meeting hers, feeling the heat between us intensify. “Everything about you is ridiculous.”
She lets out a quiet laugh, the sound light, almost breathless. “You’reridiculous.”
I don’t look away. Instead, I reach up and run a thumb along the curve of her stomach, the warmth of her skin still lingering beneath my touch. I want to pull her closer, feel her body against mine, but I hold back. I’m not sure if it’s her hesitation or my own, but I need to give her a moment.
She watches me, her eyes darker now, more intense. Her hand finds the edge of the counter, her fingers curling. She leans in, the scent of vanilla and chocolate on her breath.
“You know,” she says softly, “you’re a real distraction.”
I smile, standing up, my body closer to hers now. She’s all soft curves and heat, and it takes everything I have not to pull her in and kiss her senseless.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
I take the spoon from her hand, gently, the moment hanging between us, full of something I can’t quite name.
“You don’t need that.” I hold the pint in front of her, raising an eyebrow. “Not when you’ve got me.”
She laughs again, a low, sultry sound that makes my pulse spike. “Is that so?”
I pull her toward me, the air between us thick with anticipation. Her eyes flick to my lips before meeting mine again.
“You don’t need anything else,” I murmur as I brush my lips against her ear, feeling her shiver at the closeness. “Not when I’m right here.”
I press my lips to the soft curve of her neck, the heat between us now undeniable. She’s breathing a little faster, her hands moving to my chest as if to push me away.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she grabs the collar of my shirt, tugging me closer.
“I think you might be right,” she says, a wicked smile on her lips as her fingers trail down the buttons of my shirt.
The way she looks at me, the way she touches me, she’s unraveling every bit of restraint I have left. I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting the remnants of chocolate still lingering on her lips. She responds immediately, pressing herself against me as if this moment was inevitable.
When we pull away, both breathless, I can’t help but smile. It’s the only thing that makes sense right now, the only thing that grounds me in this overwhelming chaos we’ve created.
“You’re a hell of a woman,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, my thumb grazing the curve of her jaw.
She leans in, her lips just a breath away from mine. “You have no idea.”
And then, before I can kiss her again, she grabs the pint of ice cream and holds it up to my face, her eyes daring me.
“You wanted this, right?”
I grin, feeling the playful tension in the air shift, the easy warmth between us radiating into the small space.
“Yeah,” I say, taking the spoon from her and holding it up to her lips. “I wanted this.”
I pull away from her slowly, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“You know,” my fingers brush the rim of the half-empty pint of Rocky Road that’s still sitting on the counter, “I think we could do something… interesting with this.”
Her brow arches, lips curling into an intrigued smile. “Interesting how?”
I step back toward her, my gaze never leaving hers as I grab the pint and spoon. The chocolate glistens in the light, an invitation to play.
“You like chocolate, don’t you?” I ask, a teasing glint in my eye. She nods, a little breathless, her pulse quickening under the weight of anticipation.
