He put his phone in his pocket. "Hey, I have a large appetite."
"A large appetite with the body of a god." Somehow, that didn't seem fair.
He grinned. "Was that a compliment?"
"Maybe."
"Well, then I'll take it as one." Sebastian opened the freezer. "Now, for a brief snack."
"A snack?" She didn't understand. "But you just ordered Chinese."
"I've always thought there was something naughty about eating dessert first." Sebastian placed a container of vanilla ice cream on the table.
"Well…" Her stomach rumbled as Sebastian placed a spoon on the counter.
"Come on, sweetheart, be a little wild." He opened the lid of the container. "Eat some ice cream with me."
"Okay." She reached for the spoon, but Sebastian moved it out of the way.
Her eyes narrowed. Nobody kept her away from ice cream once she decided she wanted some. "Hey, what's the big idea? I thought we were eating dessert first."
"Oh, we are." Sebastian ran his spoon along the surface of the ice cream. "But I'm going to feed you."
Emmy eyeballed the spoon. "I don't know."
"It won't hurt." He pressed the spoon against her lips. "Just one bite."
Oh, what was the harm? Besides, she wasn't sure she was going to get any ice cream if she didn't let him feed her. Rolling her eyes, she opened her mouth. After she accepted the bite, the taste of vanilla tantalized her taste buds. Oh, Lord, it tasted so good. She moaned.
Sebastian studied her. "Good?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Good." His grin widened as he ate a bite of ice cream himself.
"You know, we could eat a lot quicker if we fed ourselves." She crossed her arms as he offered her yet another large spoonful of ice cream.
"It would be quicker but not as fun." He winked. "Eat up."
Wincing, she opened her mouth and accepted the bite. After he inserted the spoon into her mouth, she tasted the vanilla goodness once again. Just as she was enjoying the dessert, Sebastian studied her.
He cocked his head. "You have ice cream on your face."
"I do?" She ran her finger along her chin.
"No, not there." He reached across the counter and swept his thumb along her lower lip. "There."
Her face grew hot when he stuck his thumb into his mouth.
"Next time just tell me where it is," she mumbled.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." He smoldered at her.
Somehow his expression made her nervous. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to strip off her panties or run for her life.
As she debated her options, Sebastian dipped his spoon into the ice cream container yet again, only this time, he didn't eat any himself. He offered the treat to her, but he missed her mouth and smeared ice cream along her cheek instead.
It was clear to her that the man planned to wipe the ice cream away. "Okay, could you be any more obvious?"
"I have no idea what you mean." He blinked innocently.
"Uh-huh." She moved to wipe away the ice cream smear, but he grabbed her wrist.
He tightened his grip on her arm. "Wait."
Before she could move away, he pressed his lips against her cheek and ran his tongue along her skin. She gasped in surprise, not at all expecting him to kiss her like that. Still the man continued on, kissing and licking her cheek until every last smidgeon of ice cream had disappeared.
"What was that?" She gasped as he pulled away.
"A kiss, I suppose." His grin widened. "Didn't I tell you that I was going to make you my fudge sundae?"
Her eyes widened. "That's why you took out the ice cream first."
"Bingo." He was already unbuttoning the top of her blouse.
Chills of pleasure ran down her spine. "But…but…the Chinese food is coming…"
"I told them not to deliver for another two hours," he said. "I just couldn't wait to get started on my dessert."
"Oh, boy." Heat swirled in her belly.
Sebastian pulled back to study her face. "Good, 'oh, boy,' or bad, 'oh, boy’?"
"Good, I think." She swallowed nervously.
"Good." His grin widened.
The heat that had been swarming in her belly became an overactive inferno at the sight of Sebastian's grin. A moment later, he bent his head and kissed her. He tasted of mellow vanilla sweetness, of dessert and perfection. He was the ideal package—and that package was all hers.
Moaning, she opened her mouth and accepted his sweet kiss. He pushed his tongue inside of her and explored the roof of her cave. It felt good to be kissing him again after so long without his touch. Yearning for more, she tangled her fingers in his hair, forcing their mouths together harder. As they kissed, he ran his fingers over her stomach, likely reveling in the fact that his baby was within her. The action made her adore him all the more. He, the man who accepted her and his child without batting an eye, was an amazing individual. She could not have landed a better life mate…even if that life mate happened to be a werewolf.