Page 14 of Festive Faking
When I placed it on a baking sheet and turned toward the fridge, Mac halted me. “Wait, you forgot the sprinkles.”
Resuming my trek across the kitchen, I tossed over my shoulder, “It’s gotta chill first.”
You’d have thought I told him Santa wasn’t real with the way his face fell. “Oh.”
Setting the metal sheet on a shelf, I closed the fridge with my hip. “How about this: I make it up to you by letting you lick the spoon clean?”
His eyes lit up, and he bounced on his toes. “Really?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his over-the-top reaction to such a simple gesture. When he let the cocky façade fall away, I almost kinda liked him.
Holding the spoon up between us, I offered it to him. For a second, he hesitated but finally eased it from my grasp. Time slowed down when he licked up the length of the curved wood, his tongue flicking up at the end.
Oh my.
I might not have much personal experience with sex, but I’d sure read my fair share of romance novels. My favorite author, D.D. Morgan, could write the hottest spicy scenes, and damn if she didn’t always make sure her heroes loved to go down on their girls.
The mental picture of Mac using that curled tongue between my thighs? Holy hell, it had my core clenching.
Down, girl. You don’t even like him, remember?
Maybe not, but if that cocky attitude translates to the bedroom? It has to be hot as hell between the sheets.
He must’ve caught me staring because he swiped at his face with the back of his hand. “Did I make a mess?”
My swallow was involuntary as, now, I imagined that same mouth shiny, coated in my arousal after he’d feasted on me like I was his last meal.
“No. You’re good.” My voice came out husky and hoarse.
Mac raised an eyebrow in question.
Thankfully, there was a high-pitched squeal across the kitchen, and I spun around in time to find Tripp with one arm banded around Penny’s waist as he lifted her off the ground, reaching toward the hand she held high above her head.
“It’s mine!” Penny declared between giggles.
“But it’s the last one!” Tripp huffed as he tried to pry her fist open.
“Then go to the store and get more. I’m not sharing!” She tossed whatever she had clutched into her mouth and chewed with the biggest grin on her face, her green eyes bright.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” my brother teased.
Penny didn’t waste a single second running from the room, and before long, a door slammed once, then again when Tripp bolted after her.
Mac chuckled. “So, are they an item?”
Meemaw huffed. “From your lips to God’s ears, young man.”
When I turned to face him, the wooden spoon had been cleaned of every single trace of dough, and I took it from him, tossing it into the sink.
“They’ve been tiptoeing around it for years.” I let out a laugh. “Their whole lives, really. Everyone can see they’re practically in love with each other, but neither one of them is brave enough to make the first move.”
Meemaw hummed. “If that boy doesn’t get his head screwed on straight soon, some other guy is gonna swoop in and steal her right out from under his nose. Then, he’ll be sorry.”
I could have sworn I heard Mac mutter under his breath, “Maybe I should just tell her how I feel.”
Who washesecretly pining after?
Chapter 6
