And just as I picture her in my mind, there she is in a crowd of people by the cake. She looks like she’s trying to blend in, but I doubt she’s ever managed to do that a day in her life.
Without thinking about exactly what I’m doing, I grab a plate and a fork from the table nearby and walk over next to her. She stiffens as I lean in close and whisper in her ear.
“What if it’s carrot cake? And if so, do you think there’s still time for an annulment?” I see the corner of her lips twitch, but she doesn’t allow herself to smile. “I think the wedding cake says a lot about a couple.”
“Like what?” She turns, and it puts her face close to mine as the crowd moves around us.
“Like whether or not their love will stand the test of time.” I let my lazy smile stretch slowly as I place my free hand on the small of her back.
“And what flavor would accomplish that?”
“Number one, buttercream.” My fingers brush slightly over the swell of her hip, and I feel her body lean ever so slightly into mine.
“I can’t argue with you on that.”
Is it just my imagination or is Selma a little out of breath? A few people in the crowd move around us to step forward and get their cake.
“Number two, chocolate, and strawberry, but not together.”
“You’ve given this a lot of thought.” They way her eyes roam over my face and then to my neck has my cock swelling.
“When it comes to sweets…” I lick my lips, and she doesn’t miss the slide of my tongue. “The only thing I can think about is getting a taste.”
“Cake?” an older lady nearby barks at us and interrupts the moment.
Selma clears her throat and takes a step away from me, and my hand falls from her hip. Instantly I miss the warmth of her curves so close, and although I want to close the space between us, she’s moving forward in line.
I hand the lady serving the dessert my plate, and she gives me a huge slice. Then she winks at me, and I realize she’s hooked me up.
“Thank you,” I tell her and then grab Selma’s hand before she can get her own. “We’ll share.”
“What?” Selma says in confusion as I pull her away from the crowd and onto the patio outside.
It’s lit up with candles, and the music from the band is trickling out here.
“She put both of ours on one.” I shrug like it’s not a big deal, but as I sit down on the bench and pull her down next to me, I realize it’s a very big deal.
“I need to get back inside. I have to dance with my brother.” Selma points to the door and tries to get up, but I shake my head.
“There’s always time for cake.” I place my hand on top of her thigh, and she stills.
“Okay, I guess we need to inspect it.” The corner of her lips tugs again, but once more she doesn’t give me a smile. What would it take to make her laugh?
“Here.” I take the fork and scoop up a bite, then hold it out for her to take. “Tell me what it is.”
She hesitates for only a second before she wraps her full lips around the soft, fluffy cake and then closes her eyes. I picture her on her back with me on top of her. What would she look like with her mouth full of me?
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself so quietly she doesn’t hear it.
“Oh, it’s something completely different,” she says as her eyes pop open in surprise. “Try it.”
She takes the fork from me and without thinking feeds me a bite because she’s so excited for me to taste it. Why am I so hung up on everything about this woman whom I know nothing about? How has she captivated every inch of me with just her presence?
I take a bite and realize she’s right. “Wow, it’s passion fruit and something else. Is that pineapple?”
“So, what does this mean? Are they in trouble?” Before I can answer, she’s cutting off another bite for herself and eating it.
“I don’t know, most of the time I’m full of shit.”
She has to cover her mouth to keep from spitting cake on me as she laughs. The sight of her genuine pleasure makes me so damn happy that I start to laugh.
“So you’re Selma,” I finally say and then take a bite of cake.
“And you’re Luca, the brother who almost missed his sister's wedding.” She raises a brow at me, and I have a feeling she does that a lot.
“And yet I made it right on time.”
“I hear you travel a lot.”
“I do, but I’d never miss this. It’s Lux’s big day, and I’d never miss out on cake.”