Page 31 of Deep in Her Marrow

Later that evening:

I still haven’t gotten over my embarrassment. I swear, my parents are like sharks scenting blood in the water, they just know when to go in for the kill. Luckily, one of the guys who works for Marrow needed his help, leaving me alone to scold my parents in peace. They didn’t even have the decency to look contrite.

I shake my head and grumble to myself as I put together the ingredients for my homemade chocolate whipped buttercream icing. I love this stuff so much that I could eat it by the spoonful and have, unfortunately, learning a valuable lesson as I was throwing up most of the night, must not overdo it. Miserably, it didn’t taste as good coming up as it did going down, but that still doesn’t stop me from licking the bowl clean each time I make it.

I put the butter in the mixer and set it on low. Instead of using cocoa powder, I use semi-sweet chocolate chips that I melt in the microwave, giving the frosting a richer chocolatey experience. While that is cooling, which is a more important step than most people realize, I slowly add in powdered sugar a cup at a time. I scrape the sides of the bowl and continue while adding in the vanilla extract. I then add in the cooled chocolate and mix in on high for about two minutes. The melted chocolate replaces the need for heavy cream, infusing it with a light and fluffy texture while still giving you the maximum chocolate flavor.

I turn off the mixer and take off the whip attachment before starting the best part of this whole process, licking it clean. The first taste is like heaven, making me moan out loud as the flavor explodes on my tongue. I’m so engrossed in making sure that I don’t miss any of the chocolatey goodness that I don’t even realize I’m no longer alone in the kitchen.

“I picked the wrong time to come and get a beer,” Marrow groans from the doorway leading into the living room. I freeze and turn towards him and watch as his eyes darken and narrow. Belatedly, I realize that I still have my tongue sticking out and wrapped around the attachment.

I quickly pull the attachment away and shut my mouth. Can I ever not do anything embarrassing in front of this man? “Hi,” I squeak like a damn chipmunk or something. Definitely going on Zillow tonight and searching for caves, far, far away from here.

The look in his eyes reminds me of a hawk stalking its prey on the shows my dad likes to watch. He steps towards me and I suddenly know exactly what it feels like to be that prey. However, I think I may be defective, because instead of feeling fear, I feel excited. Instead of my flight reflex kicking in, I’m frozen in place, watching with wide eyes as he comes closer and closer to me. It would almost look like he was strolling at a leisurely pace if it wasn’t for the look in his eyes. They look like he wants to devour me, and God help me, I want to let him.

He stops right in front of me, making me lean my head all the way back to look at him. I hold out the attachment to him. “Want some?” My voice is raspy as my breaths come in pants. “I made chocolate frosting.”

A smirk flashes across his face. “I can tell.” His voice is gravel laced with smoke. He reaches out his hand and swipes his thumb across my lips before pulling it away. He has a bunch of frosting on his thumb that must’ve been all over my lips. I’ve never been a clean eater when it comes to chocolate frosting. He raises his thumb to his mouth, never taking his eyes off me and sucks his thumb into his mouth. My whole body bursts into flames and I vaguely wonder if I can come from just watching him do this, because it is by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I could probably blame not having any sort of release in years but it would be a lie. It has everything to do with the man standing in front of me, sucking on his thumb, making me wish I was that appendage.

He moans and my core convulses from the sound. “That’s some damn good frosting,” he says when he releases his thumb after sucking it clean.

I really need to stop thinking the word sucking.

“I have more in the bowl,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on his like a laser beam that is making me unable to look away. I can feel the heat on my cheeks, but this time they aren’t from embarrassment. My whole body is suddenly overheated.

He raises an eyebrow and the grin on his handsome face is downright feral. “Is that so?” I nod dumbly, unable to do anything else.

He walks over to the bowl and dips in his index finger. When he pulls it out, it is covered in frosting, making me hold my breath to see if that finger is going into his mouth as well.

“That’s not sanitary,” I mumble but not really giving a damn; I can always make more.

“Hmmm,” he hums noncommittally as he stalks back to me, holding up his finger.

I frown slightly. “Aren’t you going to eat that?” I ask while hoping he does.

The look in his eyes short circuits my brain. “Oh, I plan to eat this, but I need something even sweeter with it.” I don’t have time to process what he just said because he wipes the frosting all over my lips.

I think part of me is in shock while the other part is desperately trying not to have an orgasm from that. Good grief, this man is lethal to my libido; that really can’t be good.

He licks the rest of the frosting off his finger before he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter top, making me relive what happened the last time I was up here. God, I hope that happens again, my hormones scream, while my brain, the usually sensible part of me is silent, instead of telling me to run like I should. This is bad, so good, but so bad. I need to be staying away from all men for the rest of forever, not practically begging one to kiss me with my eyes.

His left arm is resting by my hip while his right one comes up and caresses my neck. He moves his face slowly to mine, I know in my soul it’s to give me time to back away if this isn’t what I want, but dammit, it is, it really is. I keep my body still and lift my face slightly to his. That must be the permission he was seeking because the next instant I can feel his tongue run across my lips as he moans, the sound going straight to my clit, making it throb painfully. My hands grab onto his shirt, needing something to hold to keep me grounded.

I’m breathing heavily but still not getting enough oxygen, making me feel as if I’m about to faint.

He licks his lips again while eying me with a devious stare. “I think I’m going to need to try some more, that little taste didn’t hit the spot.”

I continue to clutch his shirt while barely murmuring, “Okay”, watching in rapture as he pulls the bowl beside us. He takes an even bigger scoop of frosting and rubs it along my lips again before dragging it down to the side of my neck.

All rational thought has escaped me. I’m running strictly on hormones that are standing up and cheering for him to continue. I have a feeling I’m never going to be able to look at chocolate frosting the same way again. It will be my favorite still, but for entirely different reasons now.

He lowers his face back to mine and licks my lips again. My entire body feels like it’s lit up like the fourth of July. I’m pulsing with energy but not sure what to do with it. “You should try some, Sprite, it’s fucking delectable.”

I nod dumbly, yet again, since I can’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at this moment. His lips are on mine, his tongue parting my lips making me moan. The taste of the frosting and him combined set off my body like a rocket. I grab him around the neck and pull him even closer to me, making sure that I can feel every inch of his muscled body, well, the inches that I can reach anyhow. I suck on his tongue likes it’s the world’s best lollipop causing the sexiest moan to vibrate through his chest, and that action is like the best vibrator I’ve ever had.

I can feel how wet I am already, surprising me since that hasn’t happened in a long time, but I shut down those thoughts immediately. I need to stay in the moment and not let horrible thoughts ruin this second. I may have had a conversation with my psychiatrist about a certain biker who’s in my grasp. She told me that staying in the moment would be key to not freaking out. And dammit, I am determined to do just that. Too much of my life has been wasted thinking about that piece of crap. I refuse to let thoughts of him screw up anything between the man I’m currently beginning to want more than the air I need to breathe.

Marrow releases my lips making me groan in disapproval, causing him to chuckle before he starts kissing and licking his way down my neck. Oh, yes, I forgot about the frosting there. He sucks on that sensitive spot behind my ear and my whole body shivers with want.

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