Must Love Frosting (Must Love Diamonds 1)

Honor ignored the warning finger pointed in her direction. “You won’t revoke anything. Dinner is tonight.”

“Ooh.” Her eyes brightened. “I’m going to need you to call me tomorrow with all the sexy details.”

Honor arched her brows. “Need me to?”

“Hey, I told you, hearing about your sex life is the best I got these days.”

“So far, it’s only the potential for a renewed sex life,” she cautioned.

“Please. If that man doesn’t have you for dessert tonight I’ll eat my work boot.”

Anticipation tickled her stomach. “He’s picking me up at seven. He said to dress up for the—and I quote—whole nine yards.”

“Nice. And then afterwards…” Mae waggled her eyebrows with a sassy grin.

Afterwards, neighbor-schmeibor and respect be damned. She was going to seduce him with her cupcakes—and not the ones she’d baked this morning. After the taste he’d given her Wednesday night, she wanted all of him tonight.

Every. Single. Inch.

Honor turned sideways in the mirror, smoothing her palms over her fluttery stomach as her gaze traveled the length of her classic black dress, down to her black heels. Sleeveless, with a high neckline, the dress was fitted in the bust, torso, and waist, and had a slight flare in the skirt that swirled around her legs just below her knees.

Asher had refused to answer her text asking where they were going, but unless it was some sort of formal event, this would suffice for pretty much anywhere. The evenings were still cooler for the end of May, so she grabbed her new, rust colored shawl from the dresser when she heard the faint sound of the Camaro’s engine roaring to life across the street.

Her stomach went from fluttery to whirlwind as she made her way down the stairs. Of course, her mom would say to make him wait, don’t seem too eager, but she’d been waiting to see him aga

in for three days. Besides, making a man stand out on the front porch had always seemed rude to her—especially if they were on time.

Which he was.

Heart pounding hard, she walked to the door after Asher’s knock and then promptly lost her breath when she opened the door to his gorgeous smile.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey back,” she managed, surprised her voice sounded mostly normal. Then she just stared, taking in his stylishly mussed hair, scruff-dusted jaw, forest green dress shirt, black pants, and polished shoes. He looked so good. Better than—

A bouquet of yellow-orange Gerber daisies suddenly filled her vision, and she blinked to refocus her attention. She took them and lifted her gaze to his. The heat in his amber eyes warmed her from the inside out.

“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping aside for him to come in. “I’ll just put them in some water before we go.”

When he drew even with her, she moved to close the door, but he caught her around the waist and tugged her against him from hip to chest. Surprise jerked her head up as his dipped and his mouth crushed against hers.

The door was forgotten as she wound her free arm around his neck and pulled herself closer. His tongue swept inside her mouth, searching and exploring, his teeth scraping and nipping until she whimpered with mindless pleasure and dropped the flowers to cling to him with both arms. Moments later, he pushed her up against the wall and leaned his forehead against hers. His palm gently cupped the side of her face as his thumb brushed her cheek.

Their labored breath heated the air between them as he whispered, “Sorry. I didn’t give you much warning there, did I?”

“Hmm,” she hummed, thankful his firm body offered support for her weak knees. “Never apologize for a kiss like that.”

“I couldn’t help myself. It was torture not seeing your beautiful face these past three days, and then you opened the door, and there you were, in this dress.” He skimmed his hand from her face, to her shoulder, down over her ribs, to the curve of her waist.

Damn, the man was good.

Acutely aware of his hard length against her belly, she twirled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. “Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed away.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. You had a cake to finish.”

“I did, but now it’s all done and delivered.”

“Will the bride and groom be happy?”