I have the worst sweet tooth in the world! Sometimes you need something sweet though. However, the term “sinfully sweet” takes on a whole new meaning when applying something like…let’s say…frosting, to a sexy man’s skin.
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She’d learned that even if things were going well, it was only a matter of time before the bottom fell out. She looked at the cake—her stomach growled on cue—then glanced at the man holding it. A different kind of growl came from her then, because the guy looked more edible than the slab of vanilla frosting.
Just because I want him doesn’t mean anything serious, or that I will mix that up with him wanting more from me. No matter how sweet the gesture of feeding her.
“Look.” He took a step toward her but remained on the porch. “You’re so hungry I can see drool on the side of your mouth.” Her hand shot to her lips, then she frowned. He only smiled. “Unless you’re drooling for another reason?” He winked, and she wanted to punch him. Maybe kiss him. At least that would solve her drooling problem.
Except then she’d have an even bigger problem.
It was sort of nice that he cared about her hunger though. Thoughtful even.
“You know, in my experience, two things can instantly make a day better,” he said. “Cake is one of them.” He handed her the plate but stayed on the other side of the threshold.
So this was a game after all. But he wasn’t being pushy. And the gesture was sweet. Literally.
“What makes you think I’m having a bad day?”
He looked at her for a long moment. “Not bad. Just not good.”
And wasn’t that the observation she didn’t need. Because “not good” sounded like the past several hundred days. Never bad, but never good. She just was. She preferred it that way. A simple existence was a safe existence. But she had to admit, it was starting to get a little lonely.
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
He nodded. “I know. It’s cool.” But there was a seriousness in his voice, almost like understanding. Whatever magic Huck was working on her, she didn’t know how to combat it, because her walls were slowly chipping away.
“Since you’re here…” She walked inside and set the cake on the table.
But Huck stayed on the porch, like some gentleman—or vampire—that wouldn’t come in unless he was invited. Another oddly considerate action.
She should send him away. Allowing him in would lead to nothing good.
No, it’d lead to something mind-blowing.
She mentally groaned.
Well, as long as he was here, he could at least help her out of this damn dress. Then, his gentlemanly duty done, she’d send him on his way.
Maybe.
She walked back to the door and presented her shoulders to him. “Can you help me out of this?”
“Ah honey, I thought you’d never ask.”
“It’s stuck,” she clarified. But his hands were already working on the zipper, and the feel of his fingers sliding down her back as the material gave way made tingles race up her spine.
“What’s the other thing?” she asked, trying to keep focus and not give in to the amazing way he touched her. “You said there are two things that turn a day around. What’s the other besides cake?”
She felt his breath against her neck. “Orgasms, of course.”
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