Page 33 of Huge Dynamite
“Are those Ring Dings?”
Whipping around, I nearly drop the box, but juggling it, I grab it and hold on. “Uh, yeah. I was seeing what I had for snacks, but it seems this is it. Sorry.” Shaking the pitiful box, my gaze runs up and down her body. She’s wearing my oversized T-shirt but didn’t bother to put on the sweats. Christ. “Holly, you look beautiful.”
Smiling, she chuckles. “Yeah? An old Van Halen T-shirt is your thing?”
“Um, yeah, actually. You look stunning.”
She places her hands on the counter behind her and pushes forward, leaning her torso toward me. Her breasts are so noticeable that I can see the outline of her already-taut nipples, and it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra.
“You sure you don’t want dinner?” I force myself to look her in the eyes.
“No, thanks. But maybe I can grab a Ring Ding or two?”
“Seriously?” Dropping my chin, I try to figure if this woman is for real or not.
“Yes. Those were my guilty pleasure in med school. Haven’t had one in years.”
“Sure, have a box if you’d like.”
Standing on opposite sides of the galley area of my kitchen, we both lean back against the cabinets. Holding out the opened box, I smile as she reaches in, takes one, and then unwraps the plastic covering. I do the same. Collecting our plastic wrappers, I toss them before turning to her and raising the Ring Ding.
“Here’s to memories of Ring Dings in college.”
“And here’s to new memories with Ring Dings,” she counters.
Raising an eyebrow, she “clinks” her Ring Ding against mine.
Taking a good-sized bite, she covers her mouth with her hand as she chews. Closing her eyes, she moans, and it sends a very direct current to my groin.
“Oh, my gosh.” While she speaks, she fans herself with her hand. “I haven’t tasted one of these in years.”
“As good as you remember?” I finish mine off in three bites and wipe my hands on my jeans.
She watches me with heavy eyelids. I don’t know if it’s me or the chocolate, but something is turning her on.
“It’s better,” she answers. “Nothing else can compare to the taste of artificial chocolate stuffed with sugary cream.”
Holding out the box, I offer her another.
She shakes her head. “No, thanks. Maybe later.” Taking her last bite, she licks her lips, and a little smear of chocolate sticks to her pouty bottom lip.
Fuck.
Pushing off the counter, I walk up to her, closing the gap between us. “You have chocolate…”
Licking her lips slowly, she stares up into my eyes. “Did I get it?”
“No.”
Reaching out, I rest my fingers beneath her chin and use my thumb to rub away the chocolate smear as we look into each other’s eyes.
Even though the chocolate is long gone, I glide my thumb back and forth across her lip once more. Closing her eyes, she sighs.
Fuck. Dropping my hand, I exhale out through clenched teeth and move back to my side of the galley kitchen where it’s safer for both of us. My erection is so full and hard now it’s beginning to hurt, so I shove my hand into my pocket and grab a cold beer off of the counter.
“Beer?”
She takes the beer I’m offering, and I grab another. After one more toast, I down a long pull from my bottle, trying anything to cool off.
