“It’s my favorite and I didn’t get any,” he said quickly, turning his body toward the counter. “I’ll make sure it’s all gone before she wakes up.”
God, why couldn’t he make any sense? Sometimes I looked at him, and he seemed like a stranger—intimidating and unbreakable. Then he’d turn to me and quickly try to explain why he was eating cake—like a little boy who’d just gotten caught.
“Can I have a bite?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Well,” he hesitated.
“Are you serious?”
“No,” he said, his lips quirking. “But pineapple upside down cake is serious business,” he whispered. “You have to pay attention.”
“Why’s that?”
“’Cause you have to have the right ratio of cake to pineapple,” he said, using a fork to cut through the cake that he’d already put a huge dent in. “You have to have some pineapple in every bite.”
“What happens if you don’t?” I asked with a smile as he lifted a bite to my mouth.
“Then the entire cake is ruined.” His voice went husky as I pulled the cake off the fork with my teeth.
“Yum, that’s really good,” I mumbled, covering my mouth with my hand.
“She makes chocolate and cherry upside down cake, too. That one can be your favorite,” Will informed me as he scooped a bite much larger than he’d given me into his mouth.
“Maybe pineapple is my favorite,” I argued as he fed me another bite.
“Can’t be.”
“Why?”
“’Cause it’s my favorite.”
“So?”
“So if it’s your favorite, I’ll have to share.” He stuffed another large bite in his mouth. “That’s not gonna work for me,” he mumbled around the bite.
I mock glared, then before he could stop me, leaned down and licked the top of his cake, smiling in triumph as his jaw dropped.
“Sugar,” he scolded, shaking his head. “I’ve had my tongue all over you—you think your spit bothers me?”
Then he proceeded to put the rest of the cake in his mouth, his cheeks filling as he struggled to chew it. He turned and put his fork in the sink, then rolled up the rest of the foil and tossed it in the garbage.
“You’re still going to pay for that,” he warned, his glare completely ruined by the crumbs stuck in his beard.
“You’ve got a little something,” I gestured to my own face, trying to hold back a laugh.
“You want some?” he asked, smiling widely as he lunged for me, laughing as I tried to run. “Come on, you wanted more, right? I was savin’ some for you!”
I gasped and giggled as he chased me into the living room, tackling me onto the couch. Squirming, I tried to throw him off me, but Will was built like a tank. He was solid muscle, and muscle was heavy.
“Ew!” I screeched as he pinned me down, straddling my waist as he leaned down until his beard was rubbing against my mouth and chin. “It’s gone! It’s gone!” I laughed until my stomach hurt, but he continued to rub his beard all over my face.
“You gonna lick my cake again?” he asked, breathless.
I screwed my mouth up to the side as his brows furrowed. “Is that a euphemism?” I asked seriously.
Will threw his head back and laughed loudly, shaking the entire couch.
“Moll, you can lick that cake whenever you want,” he said, leaning back to reach down and grip the erection trapped behind his jeans. “You want some now?”
I burst out laughing as he grinned, falling back over me. “I got some cake for you,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to mine. “Fuck, I dig you, woman.”
His tongue slid into my mouth, and all laughter left us as I reached up to grip the back of his head. He was still braced up on his knees, our bodies barely touching, but I felt that kiss everywhere.
“Come on,” he ordered, pulling away from my mouth. He climbed off the couch and pulled me with him, grabbing my ass as he ushered me down the hallway to my room. By the time we got through my bedroom doorway, there was no space between us. Will’s hands had travelled both north and south, with one hand gripping my breast and the other up the front of my skirt.
“Will,” I moaned as his fingers pressed against the front of my underwear.
“Hands on the wall,” he said roughly.
The hand on my breast fell away and I arched in response, my ass pressing against his thighs. Our height difference was really fucking annoying sometimes. I felt his hand brush my lower back as I braced my hands against the wall, then his fingers were at the back of my neck, sliding the zipper of my dress down.
“You looked gorgeous today,” he said quietly as his lips landed against the skin between my shoulder blades. “All dressed up.”
“Hurry,” I replied, reaching down between my legs to press his hand harder against me.