Page 20 of Sweet Temptation
Not a hint of pretense.
Not flirting with me at all... Not like every other girl since I was old enough to care, and she’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.
Spectacularly fucked.
The conversation I had with Cooper Sinclair from a fucking lifetime ago still rings true in my head, but right now, with her here in front of me, I don’t fucking care what’s good for her or good for me.
“What’cha whipping up, little Sinclair?” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and lift her hand to my mouth, my eyes locked on hers as I suck the icing off her pointer finger.
Lexie’s mouth forms the prettiest O as her eyes fly open in shock, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. Not until after I’ve dragged my tongue over the pad of her finger and sucked it clean. Not until I release her wrist and smile. “That’s really good, Lex.”
Her green eyes practically glow as they triple in size, and she tries to clear her throat, but it turns into a cough instead.
Shit.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, crack the lid, and hand it to her. “Drink, Lex.”
Embarrassment floods her face as she takes the bottle from me and sips. “Thanks.”
“So... what flavor is that?” I ask, ignoring the coughing. Years of knowing this woman means I know how much she hates for people to fuss over her.
Those green eyes water as she catches her breath and turns away to wash her hands. “Maple Bacon.” She takes a minutebefore she turns back and faces me. “I’ve got book club tonight at Dillan’s and thought I’d bring them with me. Do you like it?”
I hold her eyes but don’t move closer.
I need a fucking drink.
“Yeah, Lex.” My hungry eyes drink her in. “Fucking delicious.”
“You know, there are other words in the English language,” she scolds as she picks up the piping bag she’d dropped. “You don’t always have to use that one.”
I wait until she’s done the first cupcake before I steal it and peel away the wrapper.
“Wait—” she stops me, and sprinkles crumbled-up bacon on top, then drizzles maple syrup over it. “Now eat it.”
The flavor explodes on my tongue like a bomb, and I moan around a mouth full of cake. “This is so good.”
She beams. “See? And you didn’t even have to use the f-word to describe it.”
“You ever said fuck, little Sinclair?” Lexie turns away as I tongue the icing. “You haven’t, have you?”
Her shoulders rise as she ices the remaining cupcakes. “There’s plenty of other words, Lucky. I don’t like that one.”
With a shake of my head, I grab my keys from the bowl on the counter and grin. “One day, I’m going to get you to say it, Lex.”
“I could just tell you you’re an f-ing jerk right now, Lucky. Would that do it for you?”
Thoughts of exactly what would do it for me... or more specifically of whatshewould do for me fly across my mind, and like a predator, I move back into her space. Careful not to touch her this time. “Nah, baby. But I know what’ll do it.”
“And what would that be?” she asks, snippy.
I think about telling her, but where’s the fun in that?
Nothing can happen between Lexie Sinclair and me.
“Have fun at book club, Lex.” I hear her huff before she coughs again as I walk out of the house.
Lexie
