As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. From what he could gather, nice females didn't like that sort of thing.
But Reika merely rose to her toes and back again. "Now I wish it was horse crap."
Heat rushed through Stone's body and straight to his cock. "What?"
She leaned closer—unnecessary since Leo had said they could be alone for courting now and no one was about—and whispered, "I'm open to a little ass-smacking if you are."
He nearly dropped the bowl in his hands.
She laughed. "You can close your mouth, Stone, before a fly buzzes in."
He did and frowned at her. "Are all females from the future so bold?"
She shrugged. "I have no idea. But we only have two weeks, remember? So I'm trying to shed all the superficial stuff, the barriers, you know, all that stuff people put up to try and hide their true selves until later. And for me, sex is a crucial part of a relationship. I might be great friends with a guy, but if he can't even put in some effort or make me orgasm, then it's not a future I want. My shifter half would never be content, even if it's not dominant. Aren't you the same way? Don't you want to find all this stuff out now?"
For a few beats, all Stone could do was stare at the short fae witch and the truth in her gaze. He could just imagine her refusing a male for being lazy and inattentive.
That wouldn't be problem for him, of course. His nearly every-waking moment was dreams of how to drive her mad, make her fall apart under his touch, to scream his name as he made her clench around his cock.
And given his past, being more honest about sex was important. Especially since Stone needed to be mostly in control. Not completely, but enough to wipe away memories of when he'd had no free will.
For the first time ever, Stone wanted to tell someone everything, good and bad, about his life. However, something held him back from the complete truth. His past wasn't pretty, and he didn't want to scare her off so early.
Eventually he would say or reveal something to send her fleeing. No female in his life had ever stuck around.
But he was a selfish bastard and wanted to absorb more of her happy nature a bit longer.
Oh, and take in her slight curves and extremely kissable lips.
Before he could stop himself, he stared at her mouth. And then the vixen licked her lips.
Stone nearly groaned. He'd rather eat her for dinner than the mush in his bowl.
Not yet.Drinking from her would make it hard for him to stop there. She was right—they needed to be a little more familiar before he could claim her with his fangs and cock.
But then she laid a hand on his arm and leaned closer, enveloping him with her sweet feminine scent mixed with the spices from the kitchen.
Fuck, he wanted to devour her from head to toe.
She took the spoon from his fingers, scooped up the mush, and held it out to him. "Try it and then maybe we can have the next course."
His voice was hoarse to his own ears when he asked, "What's the next course?"
She smiled slowly. "Me."
Bloody hell. Was she indeed real?
As she waggled the spoon near his mouth, he closed his lips around it and never broke his gaze. As soon as it touched his tongue, a savory, decadent flavor filled his mouth. There was definitely beef and potatoes and some sort of vegetable.
He moaned. Whatever it was, it was fucking delicious.
Reika took the spoon back, wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb, and then sucked it into her mouth. Without thinking, he blurted, "I'm jealous of your finger."
She released it with a pop, licked her lips, and Stone lost control.
Quickly placing the bowl on the nearby table, he hauled her body against his and kissed her.
Her lips parted instantly, and he caressed, and licked, and explored every inch of her mouth, loving how she met him stroke for stroke. When she started rubbing against him, Stone lifted her and sat her on the table, spreading her legs as much as he could with her skirts and standing in the space between.