Oh please, God, no.
Very calmly, as though he didn’t notice the alarm raking through me, he drawled, “These movies are like sex. You can’t just jump up and leave me after. We have to spoon a little. I need a few minutes to come down from it.” Then he nudged his head into my shoulder while wrapping his arms around my waist. There was nothing malicious or insincere in his eyes. He was telling the truth. He wasn’t going to hurt me.
The tension in my body dissipated and the ringing in my ears was reduced to a low hum as I relaxed. “I was only going to clean myself up, you know. I’m a mess.”
“You’re perfect.”
“Yeah, okay. My makeup is everywhere, I probably have snot running down my face, and my hair—”
He put one finger against my lips to quiet my ramblings, articulating each syllable, “Perfect.” His eyes bore into mine.
Gulp.
His finger felt like a weight against my lips, and I resisted the urge to slip my tongue from my mouth and take a taste.
Before I lost my cool again, I looked sternly into his eyes. “I’m getting up now.”
He nodded and inched toward the other side of the couch, looking as though he needed to get away from me too. Making sure I didn’t miss my opportunity to escape, I jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom.
I splashed water on my face and wiped away the runaway mascara. Applying a cool compress to the back of my neck, I leaned across the porcelain and looked at myself in the mirror.
Pull it together. You wanted this, you got it. Now figure out what you’re going to do with it.
I inhaled and exhaled ten deep breaths, smoothed my clothing, then made my way back to my guest.
Blake was still in the spot where I’d left him—leaning back with his arms draped over the back of the couch, exposing a slice of his belly and his very happy trail. My fingers twitched, wanting to trace that blissful path.
As if he could sense my thoughts, he yawned and stretched his arms up high above his head, widening my view of his perfectly sculpted abs and revealing those hip bone divots that drove me wild. I gasped and he smiled his adorable lopsided grin. Being this good looking was just sinful.
“Come. Sit.” He patted the vacant area next to him.
I sat and turned to face him, noticing the mischievous glint in his eyes. “What?”
He reached behind him and pulled out the clear shell that housed the most delicious cupcake in the world, and twisted it in front of me.
“Hand it over.” I stuck out my hand.
“Uh, uh, uh . . . not so fast.” He backed away from me. “I told you there’s only one way to eat these puppies. I’ll break you in slowly, but next time you’re getting the full effect.” With hungry eyes, he popped the lid and the sweet smell immediately flooded my nostrils. I closed my eyes, my mouth instantly watering. I had an insatiable sweet tooth, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Gimme a bite,” I said in a breathy whisper.
Still smirking, he raised his eyebrows. “How bad do you want it?”
Oh, he was going to play games with me? Well, I wasn’t giving in. Screw the cupcake. I clamped my lips shut and frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.
He raised his eyebrows, completing his cocky grin. “Tell me, Angel, or you’re not getting any. I have no problem eating it all by myself.” He swiped his finger through the icing and held it out to me. My lips parted and I inched toward him, waiting to taste the sweet goodness, but then he yanked his finger away and submerged it into his mouth.
“Hey!”
“Come on. Say it.” He licked his lips, closing his eyes, and savoring the taste. “How bad do you want it?”
I slumped my shoulders in defeat. “Bad.”
“Doesn’t sound like it to me.” He licked a piece of icing slowly, curling his tongue around the smooth topping and letting it linger there.
My mouth itched to suck it off his tongue. I licked my lips and bit down, inching closer to him, my heart racing from a damn dessert. “Come on, gimme a bite. Pleeeease.” I dragged out the word, doing my best puppy dog impression.
He shook his head, being just as obstinate as me. Damn him. “Not until I hear you say how bad you want me . . . I mean it.” The glint in his eyes told me he’d meant for that slip up.
Playing his game, I pushed my face as close to his as I could without physically touching him and steadied my gaze. Something flickered behind his eyes, and he took a sharp intake of breath. “I want it.”
The corner of his mouth quirked, delighted I was complying. “How bad?”