"You'll kill me one day with these surprises," I snap at Desmond, letting him wipe my face.
"Sorry, I didn't know you'd react this way," he replies, the smile on his face betraying his words. I roll my eyes.
"How could I not react this way when you suddenly say something so…"
"Something so what?"
Cunning wolf.
I move my face from his hands, turning to my food. "Let's finish eating. I'm getting sleepy."
Smiling even wider than before, Desmond gets back to eating his chicken, and in no time we're digging into the ice cream bucket. Maybe it's the after math of intense unforgettable sex but I suddenly start imagining licking ice cream off his body… or him doing it to me instead.
The cold chill of it on my breasts.
Desmond's warm mouth sucking the sweet taste off my skin before he nibbles on it, playing with my nipples until I beg him to fuck me.
Fuck. I need to chill or I'll sleep with a sore pussy tonight.
