Page 89 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Do you like it? she asks, and I nod.
“It’s okay, I guess,” I say and she laughs.
“You guess?”
I finish the piece in my hand and shrug, licking my fingers. I notice the way she’s looking at me. Staring at me, more like it.
Her gaze dips to my fingers and she bites her lip. “Okay, well, let’s try another one.”
I look at her as she carefully pulls out the next Danish. It’s blue, so must be the blueberry. She breaks it in half and hands it to me. Once again, our fingers glide together, smearing blue goo on one another, and she giggles. She raises her Danish piece, and I do the same before biting into it.
She moans again. “Blueberry’s my favorite,” she says, licking her lips of some blueberry filling. I watch the way her tongue flicks out, the sight making my cock twitch.
It’s definitely better than the cherry, that’s for sure, but I’m not sure how I feel about the cold, goopy texture.
I shake my head. “Sorry, the texture is weird,” I say. I offer her the rest of my piece and she looks at it. “Promise I don’t have cooties or anything,” I say with an awkward laugh, and she actuallylaughs.Like she thinks I’m funny.
The feeling in my stomach twists, and I can’t help but smile. She takes it from my hands gingerly, her eyelashes dark against her skin as she flutters them.
“Thanks,” she says as she nibbles on the remainder of my piece. I smile because she looks like she truly enjoys it. Like she enjoys spending time withme.
“Of course,” I say. “I’ll remember that now. Blueberry is your favorite.”
She licks her lips, and fishes out the last one. It’s bigger than the others, the sugary glaze glistening underneath the light.
I get up from the chair and step closer to her, grabbing my coffee from the counter as I take a long drink to wash the overly sweet taste in my mouth down.
She does the same, her blue gaze meeting mine with warmth and curiosity. I lean a little closer, feeling awkward as hell, but I try to push that awkward feeling aside and focus on Nora. On what feels right, and right now, looking at her feels right. Focusing on this moment, the space between us—or lack thereof—feels right.
“Last one,” she says, looking up at me from underneath her lashes.
She sets her coffee down and I do the same. I’m acutely aware of how close we are. Close enough I could kiss her.
The realization that Iwantto kiss her right now hits me in the damn chest. She breaks off a piece of the Danish, and offers it to me, but not the whole thing. A piece.
A taste.
“Open up,” she says with a smirk, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
I do as she asks without hesitation, keeping my gaze focused on her.
I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and can’t help but laugh because it feels silly as hell, but Nora only chuckles and feeds me the small piece of pastry.
I close my mouth and let the flavor and texture settle on my tongue. It’s not overly sweet like the other two were. It’s a different sort of sweet, and it’s not cold or goopy. It’s smooth. Creamy.
It’s good.
Like, really good.
I moan in delight as my eyes widen and she moves a little closer to me, closing the space as she pops a piece in her mouth and then offers me the rest.
“Here,” she says softly. I look down at her, my tastebuds alive with excitement and my dick voicing its thoughts as well.
Her gaze drifts to my mouth, and it doesn’t move. It hovers there, like she wants to ask a question, but thinks better of it.
I think it means she wants to kiss me, but I’m not sure.
But I guess there’s only one way to find out, right?
