“I’ll eat your cookies.” I give her a wink, meaning it in every way.
She snorts a laugh, and it makes me smile. I love when she plays with me. Returning to the fridge, I take out a plastic container of what looks like cantaloupe. When I open it, it smells like alcohol.
“Hm.” I study the salmon-colored fruit. “This might be bad. I’m going to need you to taste it for me.”
“I don’t think so. That’s not my job.” She does a hop, and she’s sitting on the bar.
Perfect. I step between her legs, lifting out a cube. “You’re saying you won’t taste this to be sure it won’t hurt me?”
Holding it up, I lightly trace the corner across her full bottom lip. She pulls her head back. “It smells like it’s fermented.”
“Will you nurse me if I get sick?” I pop it in my mouth, imagining her in a sexy nurse outfit. It makes my dick twitch. “Tastes okay.”
“I wouldn’t eat too much of it.”
Stepping to the fridge again, I find a smaller container of strawberries and take it out. “How about this?” I hold a slice of strawberry to her lips. “Don’t you like strawberries?”
“Yes and no—the seeds get stuck in my teeth.”
Parting my lips, I watch as her mouth opens slightly. Her pink tongue slips out and tastes the fruit before she pulls it between her white teeth.
I have a full-on semi at the sight, and I put the other half in my mouth. “It’s juicy and sweet, just like you.”
“Remi…” Her voice is a warning, but my hands go to her thighs.
I slide them higher as I lean closer, possession running hot in my veins. “I don’t like you talking to Henry Pak. I don’t want you going to his condo when he’s moved in. I don’t want him calling you.”
Her eyebrows rise, and her hands grip my wrists, stopping my progress. I’m ready to devour her like that fruit, and I’m pretty sure she sees it in my eyes.
“That’s not your business.” Her voice is low, thick, and her breath is a little faster.
“I can make it my business.”
“How?” Her brow quirks, but her grip on my wrists loosens.
“I don’t want Lillie around him.”
“Henry’s polite, he’s a doctor, he’s Korean…” Her lips twist into a cute frown. “He’s just the type of guy my mother would love.”
“Now I really don’t like him.” That makes her laugh. “Besides, you don’t like polite men. I can tell.”
Her eyes narrow. “How can you tell?”
“I watch and learn. Figuring out what you like has become my favorite pastime.” My hands start to move again, but she catches my wrists.
Her chin lifts, and when our eyes meet, it’s electric, like always. “What are you saying?”
I’m not sure exactly. “You’re important to me… I care about what you’re doing. It matters in a way I didn’t expect.”
“I really need to find my own place.”
Those words are a slice to my stomach. “I don’t want you to move out.” Leaning forward, our breath mingles. “Then I wouldn’t be able to kiss you whenever I want.”
“Not here. Someone might see us.” It’s a heavy whisper, but she leans closer, meeting my mouth.
Her lips part, and our tongues entwine. She’s sweet like the strawberries and a little salty, which I guess is from me. Her small hands cup my jaw, sliding her thumbs lightly along my cheeks. Our mouths move faster, and I pull her closer so her core is against my waist, hitting the top of my cock. Fuck me it feels so good.
“You taste so sweet.” My lips travel to her cheek, higher to her ear, and she exhales a soft moan. “You smell so good.” I inhale the flowery scent of her hair.