“You’re killin’ me, cupcake.”
Her eyes shot to mine, pure innocence reflected in her gaze. It took a moment for her to realize what she’d done, and when she did, her dark eyes glittered with heat.
“My turn,” I told her, nodding toward my cupcake. “Using your finger,” I instructed.
Heat simmered between us as she dipped her finger into the frosting. When she brought it to my mouth, I gripped her wrist, then sucked the sweetness from her.
A soft, barely discernible whimper sounded in her throat and I knew she was feeling the same thing I was. This was absolute torture, but worth every painful second.
Unfortunately, a family took the booth across from us a few minutes later, limiting the foreplay that was in progress.
“Well, it looks like we’re being governed,” I whispered when one of the kids stared over at us, smiling as he licked the icing on his cupcake like an ice cream cone.
“Looks like it,” she whispered back, still leaning into me. “You want to get out of here?”
I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Twenty minutes later, we were back where we started, pulling into a spot in front of Jamie’s apartment building.
“Would you like to come inside?” she offered when I put the truck in park.
Although I didn’t want the evening to end, I knew it had to. I’d already asked, and Jamie had confirmed she had an early class in the morning, so I didn’t want to keep her out too late.
“I would,” I assured her. “But I won’t.”
“Well, that’s disappointing,” she said with a cute little pout.
I nodded toward her seat. “Stay right there.”
I got out of the truck and made my way over to her side. When I opened her door, I pressed my finger on the button to move the seat back as far as it would go. She giggled when I started to get in on her side.
“What’re you doing?”
“Just because I’m not goin’ in, doesn’t mean we can’t hang out a little longer.”
With ease, I shifted Jamie into my lap, shut the door, then reclined the seat back a little. She turned at an angle, her knees settled between mine, our eyes meeting, holding for long seconds. The heat between us intensified.
“I had a good time tonight.” Her voice was soft, with a hint of a rasp.
“I did, too.” I brushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “I can tell you one thing. I will never look at a cupcake the same way again.”
Her answering smile was too much to resist. Sliding my hand behind her head, I pulled her down so that I could taste her sweet mouth.
When her soft lips parted, granting me access, my tongue delved inside. Even the tight rein I had on my control wasn’t enough to keep me from kissing her the way I wanted. Twirling her silky ponytail around my fist, I held her in place while my other hand curved over her hip.
“Cav…” she whimpered.
Goddamn but she threatened my control. Those soft mewls were nearly my undoing.
I slid my hand upward, beneath her thin jacket so that my fingertips brushed the bare skin of her midriff. But I didn’t stop there, couldn’t. My thumb grazed her nipple and she moaned, pressing against my hand as though the move would ease some of the pain. I teased her nipple through the fabric, then slipped my thumb beneath and met the smooth, warm skin of her breast.
I swallowed her soft cry as she pressed into my hand.
“More, Cav,” she pleaded.
I hadn’t intended for the night to take this turn, but I couldn’t resist. Since the first time I saw her, I’d been craving more. The kiss continued, the heat building, her sweet ass grinding against the hard ridge of my cock. She knew I wanted her, but I wasn’t trying to hide it. Hell, I couldn’t if I’d wanted to.
Breaking my lips from hers, I met her gaze. I saw nothing but pure lust burning in her dark eyes.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered, then dipped my head down, laving her nipple with my tongue before sucking her into my mouth.
Jamie cried out, her hand gripping the back of my head as she tugged me closer. I teased for several minutes, using my teeth and my tongue to torment the puckered tip. When I was seconds away from taking it too far, I pulled her mouth back to mine, devouring her like a starving man. As soon as I felt the thread of my control gear up to snap, I tightened her hair in my fist, pulled her head back, our lips separating.
Without daring to look down, I adjusted her sports bra, removing the temptation.
I waited until her eyes opened and she looked at me. My chest was heaving, the adrenaline drowning me. Somehow, I managed to stop, to remember who she was and what this was about.
