The tone of his voice goes directly to my nipples, which tighten under my nightshirt. Thank goodness for thick fluffy bathrobes. But then I glance down and see that my robe has fallen open and one perky nipple is clearly visible through my white pajama tank top. I pull my lapels together and shift on the mattress.
“Come on.” He offers a hand to help me up out of bed. “Let’s go eat some cinnamon rolls.”
When we’re both comfortably seated at the breakfast island, the tension between us is still not dissipated. “Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking before? I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
I watch as he tears off a chunk of the outer layer of the cinnamon roll and takes a bite. Our eyes are trained on each other while he chews. He’s daring me to look at his mouth. His tongue slips out and the tip of it licks the icing off his lips. Oh lord.
“I was thinking about the perfect spot on a woman’s body,” he says.
“The…the perfect spot?” My mouth waters, but not for icing, butter and cinnamon.
“Mm-hmm. For some women, it’s the curve of her hip, the small of her back, the soft slope of her shoulder, or simply her face. You figure out pretty quickly what part of her your hand craves, what part your hand was made to connect with.”
I take a bite and shake my head. “That’s a very poetic theory but it’s total bullshit. There’s no way you can tell just by looking.”
He shrugs but the smile doesn’t leave his face. “Suit yourself. Guess we’ll never find out.”
“Guess we won’t.”
Like a pair of overheated idiots, we continue eating the gooey cinnamon rolls and eyeing each other until the lust is palpable. So palpable I could reach across and squeeze his belly like fresh kneaded dough.
I make the mistake of staring a little too long at his lips, and the slight gap in his teeth shows when he smiles at me.
“What?” he asks.
I point at his bottom lip. “You’ve got some icing. Here, I’ll get you a napkin.”
“Are you sure that’s how you want to get it off?”
The way he says “get it off” catches me completely off-guard. My pussy makes an involuntary clench. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to my body right now? I would be mortifie
d if he knew.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I blurt out, “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, I’m not sure I w…want you to use a napkin.”
I hear the annoying noise of a text notification, but I’m so caught up in the moment, it sounds like it could be miles away. Cancel all of next week’s clients. I don’t care, because I’ve got more important things going on right now besides your cupcake emergencies.
Quinn towers over me. I can’t tell if he’s going to kiss me first or if he’s waiting for me to do it. And before I can gather up my courage, our mouths are connected.
The kiss is a ruining kiss, a kiss that spoils me forever for any other man. His lips are soft yet claiming, sweet and full but firm. Quinn’s mouth gives me the feeling of being drowned by stars.
Chapter Six
Quinn
Mal’s plump lips taste like a sweet forbidden fruit.
Her skin up close fills me with the scent of warm peaches.
I thought I would enjoy the chase, but this instant connection of two souls is much, much sweeter than anything involved in wooing her.
I’m done with all that.
I will kiss no other woman.