"Good. It's a new thing."
"You're going to teach me to bake a cake?"
"Fuck no." He laughs. "I've never done it." He presses his palm against my lower back and leads me toward the kitchen. "We're gonna learn together."
That… actually, that sounds really fun. And delicious.
He unpacks the paper bag. Sets flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cocoa powder on the counter. "You sucked down those sugary coffees like you couldn't get enough."
"True."
"I'm not gonna say something stupid about you like sucking shit."
"Good. That would be stupid."
He slides his hand to my hip. Pushes me against the counter. His dark eyes meet mine. They're on fire. "I am gonna get you so wet you're begging me for it."
I… Uh… "Oh." I swallow hard. How did he transition to dirty so seamlessly? "Now?"
His smile gets devious. "Now. And later." His fingers skim the edge of my dress. "This first." His voice switches right back to normal. Like his hand isn't inches from my ass. He taps a paper sitting on the counter. A printed recipe. "Had to use the shop printer."
"Really?"
"Dean gave me hell."
"He seems like the type."
"Leighton—the girl with your haircut—"
"I noticed that."
"I like it better on you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He brushes my hair behind my ear. "She thinks it's sweet."
"It's different."
"I still have no game?"
I laugh. "You could stand to work on your smoothness. Some lines like baby, this isn't sweet compared to you."
"Sounds like romance."
"Only if you mean my personality." My cheeks flush. Did I just say that? Did I really suggest he talk about how I taste?
His lips curl into a smile. "Dirty girl."
I feel like one. Like he's already turning me into a sex freak. "You like it."
"Fuck yeah." He turns so he's facing the counter. Reaches for the cocoa powder. "You like chocolate?"
"Who doesn't?"
"I hear rumors." He motions to the coffee maker on the other side of the counter. "We're doing chocolate with mocha frosting."
"Ambitious."