Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Ten

Jo

The kiss starts off soft, almost sweet. I know he’s trying to shut me up, and that’s probably a good thing. I have no idea why I started blurting out birth control, getting pregnant, and the whole nine yards, but there it is. Out in the open. I feel my face heat, know I’m blushing insanely. I’m nervous and embarrassed, but with each passing second of Cooper kissing me, I feel all of that melt away.

I curl my toes, glad my legs are under the table so he can’t see the little effects he has on me.

Oh, he knows.

I don’t know why I told him about why I bought the house and school districts, and all of that. But I do know that if he’d let me keep going, I would have shown him the bedrooms, explained how I wanted the nursery and kids’ rooms to be designed.

God, I’m insane.

I don’t want him to leave. I want a lot from him. I want everything.

But I want him to know how deep my passions run, want him to understand fully what he’s getting into. No matter what I say, how much I push what I want in life, he’s still here.

He still wants more.

Cooper pulls back, but only an inch. We are still so close, our mouths nearly touching. I can see that he licks his lips, hear that he lets this little groan leave.

“Now, why don’t you tell me how you like the chocolate cake?”

His voice is so deep, so rough. He sounds like a man—a real man—and it makes me wet, makes me shiver.

He pulls back another inch. “Because from where I’m sitting, baby, it tastes pretty fucking good.”

Before I can answer, he groans again and leans in to give me another kiss. His hand moves along the side of my neck, cupping my nape and pulling me impossibly closer.

Then he deepens the kiss, stroking his tongue along the seam of my lips, making me open for him. He slips it into my mouth, memorizing every single part of me. I want him closer, I want our clothes off. I want us in a bed.

I clench my thighs together, feeling my arousal heating, wondering if there will be a wet spot on the chair from how worked up I am.

And then I find my hands on his biceps, my fingers curling into the hard, muscular flesh. I pull him closer so that our chests are pressed together. He lets go of my neck and slides his hands down my waist. Before I know what’s happening, he has me up and out of the chair. I’m on my toes as he holds me to his body, continuing to kiss me, thoroughly mouth-fucking me.

And that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, while pushing the massive erection he’s sporting against my stomach. God, he feels so big, so thick and long as he presses against my belly.

“You feel that, baby? You feel what you do to me?” he murmurs against my mouth and I can’t answer. I can only nod.

He presses his cock against me, over and over again, causing me to get wetter, my nipples to get harder.

Cooper still has his hands on my waist, his fingers lightly pressing into my sides. I can tell he’s controlling himself, that he wants to do more—like I do. I just want to throw caution to the wind, but I can tell he’s calculated in his movements. I’m ready, but he knows there’s a time and place for it all, and that’s not right now.

But God, I need it to be right now.

I can see the need in his eyes.

He takes several steps away from me and rubs the back of his neck. I can see a muscle working under his jaw. I just want to tell him to let go, to just give himself over to me the way that I want to do with him.

It’s clear things are done on his time, however.

“As much as I want to take this further right here and right now, I told myself I’d go slow with you, Jo.” He clears his throat and reaches out to run his finger over the top of the chocolate cake, scooping up a dollop of frosting on his finger. He brings it up and shows me, and I feel my brows knit in confusion.

That uncertainty vanishes when he slips his finger in my mouth, making me lick off the frosting.

And I do just that.

I run my tongue along the length of the digit, paying close attention to the pad, making sure to keep my focus trained right on him. I lick all the frosting off, the sweet, sugary flavor exploding in my mouth, mixing with my arousal, mixing with the fact this is Cooper.

He leans in real close after he removes his finger, looking me right in the eyes.

“Now, baby. Tell me how much you like chocolate cake.”