“No, thank you, I’ve had enough,” she said hastily.
“Nuh-uh, where’s the fun in that? Take a bite, cupcake,” Donovan teased.
She lowered her gaze to the offending spoon. Donovan thought she could be easily persuaded to take the bite, but she surprised him by simply shaking her head.
“No, thank you.”
She placed the pint back onto the coffee table and shifted to place her legs sideways on the sofa, placing her feet next to her cute, perky cupcake ass. It made her upper body lean toward the sofa’s arm and away from Donovan. He realized she distanced herself on purpose, and he didn’t like it one bit.
“Why didn’t you go tonight?” he found himself asking as he placed the spoon back into the pint on the coffee table.
“I didn’t feel like it. I know I shouldn’t have said that I was sick, but saying that I didn’t feel like celebrating Ronan’s win tonight would’ve sounded even worse.” Kate spoke with a lot less attitude, and Donovan realized it was difficult for her to talk about it.
“Why didn’t you feel like celebrating his win?”
He pushed the matter because he wanted to hear her say it. She needed to admit to him that he affected her. He figured she’d dodged tonight so she didn’t have to see him. He was certain of it.
She shrugged and leaned forward to spoon another bit of ice cream. The moment she went to bring the spoon to her awaiting mouth, he grabbed her wrist and turned the spoon toward his lips. When he took the bite and licked his lips, he was sure to gaze into her eyes. He felt her pulse quickening underneath his thumb and noticed her cupcake-covered breasts were heaving.
She unintentionally licked her lips, and Donovan groaned at the sight. That must have pulled her out of her haze, because she suddenly pulled away and stood up from the sofa. She threw the spoon on the coffee table with a loud clang.
“I’m going to bed. I’ll show you out.”
She hurried into the hallway again while he stayed put on the sofa with his hands behind the back of his head. They were going to address this insane attraction right then and there. He needed closure from this obsession or at least a release of this tension between them so he could function properly again.
She muttered in the hallway, “Oh my God. That insufferable pain in the butt.”
“Yes, Kate. You’re not going to get rid of me, so suck it up and come sit with me,” he called from the sofa.