“I suppose not. Why don’t you come in?”
She turned, and he followed her into the garage and back into her house, knowing that this time he didn’t plan on leaving. He paused mid-step at the door and tilted his head. He could have sworn he heard her grandmother laugh again. “I think I know how those raccoons got to your dessert.”
“Really?” She glanced over her bare shoulder, setting aside the knife and tossing the cell phone onto one of the chairs in the family room. “Is that what you were doing? Investigating?” Her checkered shorts hung loose at her thighs. The waistband was rolled down over her hips, showing off her firm midriff. She offered him a seat on the oversized sofa.
“Something like that.” He swallowed as he watched her tuck those long legs under her adorable butt. “Anyway, I think it’s just neighborhood kids. They left a trail of food to the woods, and that probably encouraged the gang of bandits to wreak havoc in your garage.” Not quite sure what to do with his gun, he set it on the coffee table.
Sit next to her.
He wondered if a man could go insane due to lack of sex.
Just sit down next to her.
He slid himself down on the soft sofa. He’d always had ‘gut instincts,’ but they never came in the form of a female voice, and he never needed help with a woman before.
“So, did you get the cake done?” he asked.
“I sure did, and there was some batter left over so I made some cupcakes. Want one?”
“As long as you’re not going to shove it in my face, sure.”
She wrinkled her nose and leapt from the sofa with enthusiasm. “Don’t move.” She raced off to the kitchen, her hips swaying back and forth.
He enjoyed the view, perhaps a little too much.
Shifting on the sofa, he contemplated what his next move should be. Did he have moves? It had been so long since he’d hit on a woman.
When she returned, she held a cupcake in each hand. One had vanilla frosting with some creepy spider thing on top. The other had chocolate frosting with a bloodshot eyeball. They looked both gross and tantalizing at the same time. His taste buds watered with delight.
“Which one?” She snuggled up against him, tossing her legs over his, and waving both sweet-smelling creations under his nose.
“I’ll take the spider.” Carefully, he slid his hand over hers, taking the cupcake before she could pull one of her notorious stunts, like making his face a tasty treat. He’d had enough food on him for the night. Time to get some in him. “You made all this tonight?”
She nodded, lifting the grotesque eyeball off and popping it into her mouth. “The cake and frosting, but I already had a bunch of these kinds of things done.” She waggled her finger over his spider. “The inside of the spider sac is filled with jam and should ooze out when you bite it.”
“That’s oddly disgusting and sweet at the same time.” The damn thing smelled like fresh strawberries. He lifted the cupcake to his mouth and bit off the entire spider. Something gushed in his mouth as he chewed. A combination of chocolate and strawberry jam filled his mouth. “This is ridiculously good,” he said, shoving almost half the cupcake in his mouth.
“Glad you like it.” She dipped her finger into her frosting. “Try this.” She held her finger to his mouth.
“Isn’t that the same as mine?” He stared at her finger. If she scooted about five inches to her left, she’d be sitting on his lap. He sucked her finger into his mouth but didn’t really give a shit about the vanilla frosting rolling down his throat. It was time to stop fighting his attraction. Besides, she wasn’t being subtle about hers anymore, not that she had been to begin with. “How about you try this.” He shoved his cupcake in her face, pushed her down onto her back, and tucked himself between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist.
“Oh, you’re so dead now.” She cocked her wrist, trying to shove the rest of her delightful treat into his face, but he was able to snag the cupcake before it landed between his eyes.
“Hey. Not fair. You have a major advantage over me.”
“That I do.” He rubbed her cupcake all over her gorgeous face and down her soft neck.
Squirming under him, she licked her lips as her head shook left and right.
He let what was left of the cupcake drop to the floor, snagged both her hands, and held them high over her head. “I think this is a job only the chief of police can handle.”
“This is police brutality.” She wiggled underneath him.
He smiled, cupping her chin with his free hand. “I can’t perform the necessary police function to clean your face if you keep struggling.”
“Oh.” She relaxed underneath him. “Clean away.”
He ran his thumb over her lower lip and tried like hell to control himself as she licked the frosting off his finger. Somehow, the way her sweet spring-like scent mixed with sugary food sent his sex drive on high alert. His blood raged through his veins like race cars screaming around a track. “I think it’s safe to consume,” he whispered as he licked the goop on her cheek.
“I have more on my lips.”
“I’ll get there.”
She turned her head, catching his lips and thrusting her tongue deep inside, not letting him take his time. Oh well. This was just as nice.
Her legs tightened around his waist as she tried to free her hands from his grip,
