“I know,” he whispered back, absurdly pleased that she wasn’t even capable of such a small deception.
A small smile curved her lips, one quirking upward a little higher than the other. “If I give you the last cupcake, am I forgiven?”
He drew her in between his splayed knees, the cupcake still in her upturned palm.
“That depends on whether you’ll lick the icing off my lips when I’m done.”
A blush scorched her cheeks, but she needn’t have worried. His men had disappeared the moment Evangeline had approached his desk. They might be irreverent fools for the most part, and they’d certainly stretched the limits of Drake’s patience by occupying his office when they knew Evangeline was coming in, but they knew full well when to make their exit.
When Evangeline hastily looked around and realized what Drake had already known, she relaxed and a devilish glint entered her eyes. She swiped one finger over the top of the cupcake, leaving a dollop of frosting on the tip. Then she reached over before he realized what she was up to and smeared the frosting right across his mouth.
He blinked in surprise and then yanked her forward until she tumbled into his lap, the cupcake completely forgotten. She stared up at his lips and whispered, “Yum.”
She almost pulled off the naughty vixen act. But then she promptly ruined it by blushing to the roots of her hair, causing Drake to throw back his head and laugh. As afternoons went, this was by far the most disordered, chaotic and as far from the usual boring ritual one he’d had in a very long time. All thanks to an impish, golden-haired, blue-eyed angel and a Tupperware container of cupcakes.
Evangeline hesitated, knowing she’d impulsively thrown down the gauntlet, and she couldn’t very well take a napkin and wipe the frosting from his mouth. She was faintly horrified at what she’d done, but it had been a compulsion she couldn’t ignore. His teasing had instantly given her the image of kissing and licking every bit of the delicious frosting from that hard mouth and, before she could think better of baiting the lion, she acted.
Who was this woman she’d never thought existed? She was acting like a sultry temptress and while one part of her was a little mortified, the other part of her was applauding the initiative she’d taken.
The look in Drake’s eyes had told her that she hadn’t made a mistake and now he was waiting, an air of expectancy surrounding him, for her to finish what she’d started.
Tentatively she cupped the hard line of his jaw and then leaned in, her tongue darting to the corner of his mouth where more of the icing had collected in a blob. She flicked, removing the sweet-tasting substance, and Drake groaned, giving her courage to continue.
She pressed her mouth to his, smearing the icing on her lips even as her tongue came out, licking delicately over the male flesh. Then she slid her tongue inward, so he could taste the frosting they now shared.
She sucked in his quick exhale, savoring it before continuing with her slow, sensual removal of the frosting. She covered every inch of his mouth, licking and sucking until there was nothing left but their lips fused solidly together. With one last, leisurely lick, she broke away, breathless, her gaze seeking his in anticipation of his reaction.
His eyes glittered dangerously and she shivered, wondering just what she had provoked. That look made her feel deliciously hunted, like she was prey and he was a predator poised to pounce.
He hoisted her up until she was on her feet and then stood, pushing her back a short distance. Facing her, he wordlessly reached down and unfastened his slacks, shoving them down his hips. Then he reached into his boxers and pulled out his straining cock.
All she could do was stare at his enormous erection, her breath held in anticipation. Excitement, nervousness and a host of other sensations scuttled around in her belly until she felt light-headed.
“Take your fingers and coat every inch in the frosting,” he said.
Shocked, all she could do was stare incredulously at him, not at all sure what she’d gotten herself into. She was frozen and incapable of moving. All it appeared she was capable of was standing there with her mouth gaping open.
His eyes narrowed and she knew she’d displeased him, which left her with an odd sense of failure that she didn’t at all like.
“Are you questioning me?” he asked in a dangerously quiet tone.
“N-no,” she stammered out. “But . . . but what if someone walks in?” she asked in a desperate, hushed tone, as if the walls had ears, and from what she’d observed so far, they did indeed seem to have just that.
He frowned, his look of displeasure intensifying along with the sinking sensation in her chest.