plate, smoothed her dress, then reached out and scooped a dollop of frosting off the cake. Then she headed for the ladies’ room without a look back.
But she could feel his eyes on her as she crossed the elegant dining room. Her stomach flipped and she felt herself smiling. This was more adventurous than she’d ever been. Yet it was still cake frosting. Something she knew very well.
That was funny and sweet and naughty and odd and perfect all at the same time.
She was alone in the restroom, fortunately. Typically, she would have taken a moment to appreciate the gleaming marble countertops and the ornately etched glass of the mirrors and the gorgeous gold fixtures. But all she could think about was the chocolate icing and how it was going to get all over her dress. And how she didn’t mind as much as she should have.
She slipped into one of the stalls and reached up for the hook at the back of her neck—the one Grant had undone in the car when he’d been teasing her with the three-minute challenge. Her bodice dipped, and she reached into her bra with her sticky, frosting-coated fingers. She painted the frosting on her nipples, shivering with desire as she did it. This was beyond crazy and weird and sexy. She realized it was only in part about playing with frosting. It was also Grant testing her to see how much she would do for him, how far she’d let him push her.
The answer—very far.
He was her greatest adventure. He was the escapade she was going to remember when she was eighty and thinking back on her life. She hoped a lot of wonderful things filled in the time between now and her eightieth birthday, but she knew that she’d always think of Grant and smile.
With the frosting on her nipples, feeling naughty and slightly uncomfortable, she pulled the dress back up with one hand. She couldn’t hook it that way, though, so holding the bodice up with one arm across her chest, she let herself back out of the stall and went to wash her hand. It was awkward, but she got cleaned up enough to redo the hook behind her neck before a woman came through the door.
They smiled at each other in the mirror, and Josie pretended to fix her hair as the woman went into one of the stalls. Once the door shut behind her, Josie quickly reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off.
She hadn’t brought her purse with her so she had nowhere to put them. She looked around for an idea, but finally just balled them in her fist. She looked at herself in the mirror once more.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright. She was panty-less, with frosting on her nipples, about to go back out and join her new husband for dessert. She grinned.
Best night ever.
14
Grant sucked in a deep breath as Jocelyn rejoined him at the table. She slid into her chair like a queen. Then she gave him a smile and reached over to put something in his hand.
Her thong.
He gripped it tightly and raised his other hand, signaling the waiter. “We’ll take the check now,” he told the man who appeared almost instantly, handing over his credit card. He didn’t need to see the bill.
Jocelyn giggled and his gut tightened. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman like this. It was actually making him crazy.
He didn’t know if he’d ever been with a woman who fascinated him the way she did. The simplest things made her happy. She appreciated everything from the fabric of the duvet on the bed to the fact that the butter pats on the table were in the shape of roses.
She was sweet and genuine and charming. She made him want to continually delight her. She was so in love with her hometown. She was so loyal to her friends and to her job. She did her work with her heart and barely worried about the money. And yet she’d gone into the ladies’ room at one of the best restaurants in Chicago and painted chocolate cake frosting on her nipples and taken her thong off. For him.
He loved these two sides to this woman.
He tucked her thong into his pocket, signed the credit card slip, and shoved his chair back. He held out a hand to her.
She smiled up at him as she took his hand and let him tug her to