Page 111 of Delicious

“If awesome has suddenly become a synonym for terrible, then I agree.”

“Aww, come on. You’ll get better the more you do. We both will. Practice makes perfect.”

He gestures at the cupcake. “As this one isn’t suitable for public consumption anyway, we should taste-test it.”

I smirk. “I think you did a terrible job on purpose.”

He sighs. “If only.” He puts the icing bag down and picks up the cupcake. He stares at it for several long seconds, barely breathing.

I wait not so patiently. What is he thinking about?

“You—uh—mentioned something about—” He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath.

“About—?”

He opens his eyes. “Peeling the case of a cupcake and—” He stammers over the words.

“And—?”

“You know what you said.”

I do, but I need him to say it. I need him to ask me to do it. I need him to make the next move because I promised I’d slow down. I’m trying to behave.

He stares at the cupcake, licks his lips, and then makes eye contact with me. “Feed it to me.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

He holds the cupcake towards me. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“God help me, yes.”

Smiling, I accept the cupcake. I take my sweet time peeling off the case, showing him how much time I’d care I’d take over peeling off his clothes. If he’d let me. I brush the cupcake against his lips. He parts them, allowing me to slip the soft cake into his mouth. Icing flakes off on his moustache and lips.

He bites the cake in half, lashes fluttering. “It’s good. You should try it,” he says around his mouthful.

Instead of bringing the rest of the cupcake to me, I go to it, kissing him in the same motion. He grabs my hips and pulls me against him. Somehow, we manage to eat the spongy cake and sweet, sticky icing while kissing one another.

“It is good. We should try another.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“We can always make another batch. We have time.”

He picks up the cupcake I iced, takes the wrapper off, and puts it to my lips. We eat itLady and the Trampstyle, our lips meeting in the middle.

“This isn’t slowing down,” I say.

“No.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“You.”

“I was trying to be good.”

“You were, but you’re also mesmerising, beautiful, and irresistible.”

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