Vanilla, she got fucking vanilla. The white cream is dribbling down her chin and rolling over her chest, and my thoughts are completely filthy. The way she looks right now, all I want to do is bend her over this ice cream truck in front of everyone and put a baby in her like a man is supposed to do. Tie her to me here and now and claim her so that everyone will know that she's mine.
"What?" she asks when she catches me ogling her. She's so damn innocent that I let out a harsh laugh.
My throat works as I watch her tongue snake out and swirl around the tip of the ice cream. The white cream shimmers on her tongue, and drops dribble down either side of her chin.
Fuck me. I've never seen anything more erotic in my entire fucking life.
The sun is highlighting the golden glints of her red hair. She looks so innocent with the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, yet she also looks like a wet dream lapping away at that vanilla ice cream.
She's killing me. Fucking killing me.
"You couldn't have gotten another flavor?" My voice comes out as a growl, and she looks up at me with a perplexed expression on her face. She tilts her head back and continues to look up at me quizzically.
"Never mind," I grumble before I grab her hand and start leading her away from the throngs of people. I need to get her alone. Now. If I don't have my lips on this woman soon, I'm literally going to die.
I pull us to the first semi-secluded place I can find. It's a little alcove between two hotel buildings, kind of like an alley.
I don't see anyone around, but I wouldn't give a fuck if there was a couple banging one out right beside us. I need her now.
"Axe, what the—?" she begins, but I quickly lay my lemonade down on a window ledge next to us and then spin her to me, smashing my lips onto hers.
She lets out a little "Oomph!" before my lips capture hers.
She drops the ice cream cone, and I hear it splat on the pavement beneath us, but I don't give a fuck. If she's upset over losing the ice cream, I'll buy her another one. Hell, I'll buy her the ice cream truck itself if she wants it.
Finally, finally I'm getting to taste these lips that have teased me for weeks now.
And hot damn, she tastes even better than I could have ever imagined.
Like vanilla and pure sugar.
She clings to me, and that makes a surge of victory rise up within my chest. I feel like a warrior who's just claimed his prize. There's nothing like the feeling of her little hands clutching on to me like I'm her lifeline.
My arms tighten around her as I pull her flush against me. "Sophie, my sweet little ruby," I whisper to her in between kisses. God, I can't stop kissing her.
"You know how long I've waited for this moment? You taste so fucking perfect, baby." I want to worship at her feet. I've never been a religious man, but I'll put her on a pedestal and make her my idol.
She whispers my name, and that sends fire licking through my veins more than any word ever has. There's no better sound than my name whispered in that breathy way from her lips.
I cup her face in my hands and press my forehead against hers, completely overcome with emotion.
My chest is tight. I've never felt this way before. I can't live without this woman. I know it now.
"Sophie," I beg her. "Say you'll be mine. Give yourself to me, honey, and I swear to God, I'll do anything I can to make you happy. You want to go to school? Fine. You can do that. You don't want to work? You don't have to. You want to go to the moon? I'll make it happen. Anything you want. Anything. Just promise you'll stay here with me forever."
She's looking up at me with wide eyes, her lips parted. No wonder. She probably thinks I'm crazy, but I'm beyond caring. I can't stop myself right now. Everything I'm thinking and feeling is pouring out of me in a flood of emotion.
I've never been known for being an emotional man, but something about Sophie tears it all out of me.
"I—" she begins. My heart is in my throat as I wait for her verdict, but it never comes.
"Axe!" A feminine voice sounds from our right. It's dripping with sugary sweet venom.
I feel Sophie jump in my arms, startled.
Motherfucking dammit. Lila.
"Have I interrupted something?" Lila asks, her voice completely false. She knows damn well she has.