I might be smarter, but Cal is faster, making it easy for him to catch up to me despite my efforts to lose him.
His arm wraps around my waist. Next thing I know, I’m being lifted and pressed against a wall.
“Didn’t your mom teach us that it isn’t nice to play with our food?” His grin makes my heart trip in my chest.
My eyes narrow into two slits. “You started it.”
“Then it’s only right I end it.” He lifts the cupcake toward my face.
“Callahan Percival Kane, I swear to God if you—”
He proceeds to press the cupcake into my cheek with a sinister grin.
“I hate you!” I shriek as he drags it down my skin, wiping the entire cupcake clean of buttercream.
“To think they say revenge isn’t sweet.”
“I’m going to kill you,” I seethe.
“Then I might as well make this worth losing my life over.” Cal’s eyes darken at my challenge, the blue color slowly being consumed by black.
“What—” My sentence is cut off as he leans forward and runs his tongue through the icing covering my cheek.
I might need someone to bring me back to life because there is no way I’m walking away from this alive. My knees buckle, but Cal’s arm acts like a band around my waist, preventing me from falling over.
He stops to lick his lips, wiping the light pink icing away. His eyes shut for a second, and I take advantage. I collect the huge lump of icing from my cheek and swipe it across his stupid smirk.
His eyes snap open.
“You’re right. Revengeissweet.” I grin so wide, my cheeks hurt.
His eyes drop to my lips. It’s the only warning I get before his mouth slams into mine.
Holy shit.
Everything about our kiss is desperate. Passionate.Familiar.
His lips are a fuse, making my entire body light up like the midnight sky on New Year’s Eve. Our bodies mold together, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grips my hips with enough pressure to leave marks on my skin.
I dig my hands into his hair and tug hard enough to make him gasp. My tongue darts out to trace the icing off his lips, and Cal grinds into me with a groan. My stomach muscles tighten from the press of his arousal. I sigh, and he takes advantage. His tongue plunges inside my mouth, teasing me until I’m nothing but a whimpering mess.
The sweetest thing about our kiss is the icing lingering on his tongue. His last bit of restraint snaps, and the real Cal comes out. His fingers dig into my scalp as he kisses me like he fucks—a savage with only one mission in mind.
Making me come.
As if he read my mind, his hand trails toward the hem of my shirt. His fingers graze over my stomach, drawing a sharp breath from me that he swallows with his lips.
The tips of his fingers tease the goose bumps spreading across my skin—
“Mommy?” Cami’s voice echoes off the tall ceilings before a nearby door slams.
My eyes fly open. Cal flies backward, squishing the abandoned cupcake beneath his shoe. He turns toward the empty hallway before releasing a heavy exhale.
“Mommy, where are you?” Cami’s voice sounds closer this time.
Something switches inside of him, the heat in his gaze quickly morphing into something else.
Regret.