Page 56 of Bazooka
Instead of replying, he pointed his chin at the dessert plates.
“What’s this?”
“My surprise for you,” I said sheepishly. “I made you cupcakes.”
He smiled, looking pleased. “Cupcakes?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, admiring the beautifully decorated dessert. “The vanilla ones with buttercream frosting and blueberries. I wanted to thank you for everything.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Luz. Were you mindful of your injured foot?”
I waved my hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I prepared them while sitting in a chair. It was a bit complicated, but I pulled it off.”
Bazooka broke off a piece of cupcake and put it into his mouth before feeding me the next one. It made my heart skip a beat, and it also gave me a semi.
“It tastes great,” he said with his mouth full. “What else can you do?”
I shrugged. “I give great massages. Would you like one?”
Say yes, please. I’m begging you.
When Bazooka bit into another cupcake, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You have cream on your beard.”
The tip of his tongue darted out, and he licked his bottom lip.
“Did I get it?”
“I think so,” I mused, leaning in, only to swipe my tongue along his lips. “Yeah, now it’s gone.”
He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I’ve wanted to do it since I met you, Baz,” I admitted, eyeing his lips. “How about that birthday present, huh?”
He smirked. “Why? You want one?”
Do I want one?Do I want one?The fucker.
“I do,” I replied, tempted to hit him for fucking with me. He was probably getting back at me for that lick, but still… not fair.
Baz chuckled before nuzzling my nose with his.
“You smell sweet,” he said, his hot breath brushing my lips. “Like these cupcakes that you made.”
Okay, I was officially hard.
His gaze slid to my mouth, and…Omg, is he about to kiss me?I closed my eyes, barely daring to breathe. When nothing happened, I searched for his mouth with mine when he pulled away abruptly.
“Nah,” he said, sounding amused. “Your lips aren’t healed yet.”
“Fuck you,” I muttered, sliding down the countertop with a semi trapped in my jeans.
He stood in my way and grinned. “Stop sulking, angry kitten. It’s nap time.”
Nap time? I stopped in my tracks. Damn him. Wait. Together?
Finally, I relented, but only because he let me sleep on top of him. Well, next to him, but most of my limbs were on his body, and his arms were wrapped around me. We were officially cuddling, but I couldn’t sleep because I was hard again. I neededto find a solution to my predicament called “I’m going to die if I don’t get fucked today”, and pronto.
