Page 82 of Not Dating Material

“How are you such a mess?” His big hand crosses the small distance between us, and his thumb swipes over my chin. I’m all melty at his touch, and then he goes and sucks that same thumb into his mouth. Lips around skin … Hollowed-out cheeks …

Hot. Fucking. Damn.

My whimper is completely unintentional.

“Molly …” Seven groans. “No more of that.”

“Am I being cute again?” I ask, and my dumb voice comes out kinda breathless.

“You don’t know how to turn it off, do you?”

His indulgent tone goes a long way toward fanning those feelings of rightness. I shake my head, heart feeling almost too big for me to answer. Seven’s a gorgeous man, but that’s not what’s gotten me all starry-eyed over him. Everything about him is good. And flashing back to when he held me the other night, when those kind eyes turned stormy and he couldn’t fight his frown, only makes my chest feel floatier than before.

I’d bet all the money in my bank account that Seven wouldn’t have let just anyone see him like that. He chose to let me in.

Well, he chose to let me squirrel my way pushily into his life, but that still counts.

“Dessert time!” I say, all but diving for the rocky road. When he goes to grab a piece, I slap his hand away. “I want to feed you.”

“What?”

“And you can feed me. Since I’m a complete mess who can’t feed himself, it’s the perfect solution. Obviously.” I’m definitely not staring at his lips.

His lips that pull into a sexy fucking half smile. “Deal.”

I break off a chunk of chocolate and marshmallow, then raise it to his lips. My gut is in knots as he parts them and I slip the treat inside, and then Seven closes his mouth around it, tongue skimming the tip of my finger before I pull it away.

“M-my turn.”

He lifts the chocolate, and I immediately open, which makes Seven chuckle. “There you go being eager again.”

“Of course I’m eager. It’s … chocolate. I really, really like chocolate.”

He shifts closer until we’re side by side, hips touching, his torso all but curved around mine.

“When you’re on a date, make him work for it,” Seven says by my ear. The chocolate runs along the length of my bottom lip. “Make him see that you’re worth it. Make him desperate for you. Make sure he knows that being with you is a mother-trucking gift.”

I’m silent, not wanting to say anything and break the moment.

He leans forward, watching himself drag the chocolate over my top lip. “These lips kill me,” he rasps. “They looked so at home wrapped around me. They were greedy for it, weren’t they?”

“So greedy.”

He smirks. “Open.”

My mouth drops, and Seven pushes the food inside, his index finger following it. He strokes over my tongue, and I’m so turned on that I close my mouth over his digit and suck.

His pupils flare to life, and he slowly withdraws his finger and pushes inside again, over and over, until he works out what he’s doing and pulls it away completely.

“So,” he croaks. “I don’t think you brought me in here just for dinner?”

“Nope.” But given that my cock is hard as ice, I’m kinda second-guessing the rest of our date. My gaze flicks to the basket Xander has set up for us and back to Seven, wondering whether to back out now.

Only he catches my look and reaches for the basket before I can. “Body paint?”

“Ah, funny story …”

“I’m listening.”

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