I wondered what those burgundy lips would look like all smudged. I wouldn’t even mind wearing her lipstick if I got a kiss.
Or five-hundred of them.
I twirled a bit of the cooling angel hair around the tines of my fork and held it to her lips. “Just try it. You’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t.”
“I don’t give a shit about your feelings, Mr. Jordan.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Such language.”
“Like you haven’t heard far worse.”
I shrugged. “I kinda like how you say Mr. Jordan—even if that’s my old man’s name. It sounds all smooth and silky.”
Her nostrils flared and I smiled. Yeah, she was annoyed. I liked it on her. Her eyes were all snappy, and I wished it was me leaning into her mouth, not a forkful of pasta.
“C’mon, just one taste.”
She reached for the fork and I shook my head. “Just take it.”
Her eyebrow spiked and my dick twitched. Fuck me singing, she’d probably do that just before she went down on a guy. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking that way, but those dark lips were distracting as fuck.
And there was something about feeding a woman that totally bent me sideways. Her gaze locked with mine as she opened her mouth and leaned into the fork. She scraped her teeth over the tines as she took it, then her eyes shut and she moaned. “Oh, wow.”
My dick went from twitch to full hard with that moan. She chewed slowly, and when she opened her eyes, they were heavy-lidded with bliss. “More.”
Fuck.
I carefully rolled another bit, making sure to tuck a mushroom inside. She opened her mouth without another complaint. “God, I love pasta,” she said around another bite. “And dammit, yes, I am hungry.” She stole my bowl.
I laughed—at least I hoped it sounded like a laugh and not a moan. She leaned against the wall between my feet and took a larger bite. The buttery noodles made her lips glossy. She picked out a mushroom and popped it in her mouth before licking the tip of her thumb. “I don’t know if this is awesome, or I’m just that hungry.”
“Thanks.”
She laughed and the smoky sound pummeled my dick behind my zipper. I wanted to hear it again. She picked out another mushroom and held it out to me.
I sure as fuck didn’t hesitate to bend down to take it from her. Her eyes widened when I nipped the tip of her finger. Instead of withdrawing like I thought she would, she dug out another mushroom and stood up straighter. She moved between my legs until her calves brushed my knee.
Again, I accepted the food, this time with a tiny flick of my tongue along the pad of her thumb.
She pressed her lips together and swallowed. “Such a bad idea.”
My mouth tipped up at one corner as I watched her lips plump. Still glossy with butter and a tiny speck of oregano. “Or a good one.” I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip and showed her the fleck of green before I licked my finger.
She pushed the bowl into my gut. I grabbed it just before she twisted her fingers into my shirt. “Bad ideas should be an all in situation.”
4
Kennedy
What are you doing?
I heard the subconscious shriek in my head, but then there were butter-flavored lips against mine. Not just lips, but lips I’d initiated into a kiss.
Not a good idea—at all.
And yet, so delicious.
It took a minute to align our mouths since he was so freaking tall, but he was very accommodating. Shocker. He probably did this all the time.
He rested his forehead against mine and cupped my chin. I dragged my eyes open, afraid that any hint of reality would ruin this little slice of heaven. He traced my lower lip with his fingertip, his gaze locked on my mouth. “So loud.” He dragged the pad of his forefinger across my bottom teeth. “I can hear your brain from out here.” His nail scraped the soft inside of my mouth. Just enough to push all of the words out of my lust-hazed brain. “All in¸ remember?” he said against my lips.
Then there was nothing but a freefall. He caught my upper lip, sucking gently before moving on to the lower. His kiss was slow, and so thorough I was pretty sure I was the one melting like butter. My fingers inched up to his neck of their own volition.
Huge.
Overwhelming.
Perfect.
I tried to take a step back. All in was beyond stupid. All in was more of a euphemism for death by Hunter Jordan.
He locked his other arm around my hip. I was more than a little out of my depth, but I’d never been one to step back from a challenge.
I kissed him back. I flicked the tip of my tongue along his once, letting him know that I wanted more.
Mistake.
Holy crap.
It was like letting the devil into my bedroom. He took over the kiss. His hands cupped my face as he tasted every inch of me. A winding, dexterous tongue that knew how to tease and tantalize without making me feel like I was kissing a lizard. Oh, hell no.