Austin - Piper Stone Page 0,31

romantic that obviously still existed inside was swooning. Sadly, the combination wasn’t acceptable for the future.

But we still had the rest of the night.

I backed away, my butt finally hitting the refrigerator. “Chocolate or vanilla?”

He took a deep breath, holding it then taking his time to expel. The simple action gyrated several of his colorful tats, making them appear alive. He stood in all his glory, every muscle toned to perfection. “What’s the fun in life if you can’t have a little flavor? Chocolate.”

“Chocolate it is.” I fumbled with the handle of the freezer door, finally managing to open and locate the container. I found it difficult to look at him as I pulled open the top, grabbing two spoons from the drawer then sticking them in the middle of the delicious cream. When I shifted in order to face him, his eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched.

He inched closer, digging some of the frosty goodness onto one of the utensils, dragging his tongue across his lips before shifting the spoon in my direction. “Open that luscious mouth of yours.”

I wrapped my hand around his wrist in some crazy attempt at keeping him from smashing the glob into my face.

As if he was that playful, something I doubted.

But I did as I was told, keeping my eyes on him as he slowly slid the spoon into my mouth. I took a single lick then a small bite, mimicking him by licking around my lips.

A smile curled on the corner of his mouth as he brought the treat to his lips, narrowing his eyes the second he closed his mouth around the spoon. The sound he made was almost as sexy as the animalistic growls he’d made earlier. “The perfect dessert.” He took the carton into his hand, devouring two spoonfuls.

Even the way he ate ice cream was sexy.

I pulled the other spoon, licking the remnants off the back then scooping a large portion. Unable to resist, I closed the distance, allowing the spoonful to slide from the stainless steel. I watched in fascination as the ice cream slowly slid down his chest, melting almost instantly given the heat of his body.

He lowered his head, staring at my bad girl activity, making a husky sound. “What have you learned about playing with fire?”

I lowered my head, licking the drips from the bottom, dragging my tongue ever so slowly up to the larger portion. As soon as I gathered it into my mouth, he fisted my hair, yanking me onto my toes and crushing his mouth over mine. My God, the man was hot as sin, the kiss just as passionate, creating a wave of tremors dancing in my aching pussy.

As he thrust his tongue inside, I pressed my hand against his chest, my fingertips seared from the same excessive heat. He was forceful, devouring my mouth, the electricity soaring. When he finally broke the kiss, I realized how hard I was breathing.

The same wicked grin crossed his face as he walked me backwards until my bottom hit the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. He cocked his head as he drove the spoon into the middle of the ice cream, removing a huge spoonful. “Cause when you play with fire, you will get burned. Guess I need to cool you off.”

I wasn’t expecting him to smash the entire amount between my breasts, immediately dropping his head and licking from one nipple to the other, nipping and sucking.

“Oh. My. God.” The combination of his hot mouth and the frigid ice cream set every synapse on fire. I floundered to try to find anything to hold onto, finally gripping both his arms as my nipples became hard pebbles, aching from the same need that the rest of me had experienced from the minute I’d met him.

“Mmm… I could slather your entire body.” He tossed the spoons, reaching three fingers into the cream, gathering a heaping amount then pressing it against my stomach, watching as the ice cream slowly trickled down.

One inch.

Two.

Three.

“Oh, Vader. I…” I was completely floored by his actions, shivering from the experience.

After he pushed the carton onto the counter, he dropped to his knees, lifting me off the floor and spreading my legs wide open.

I slapped at the counter then flailed one arm behind me, grabbing the handle while gripping his shoulder.

“This should do the trick,” he growled then slid the remainder to my pussy, swirling his fingers around and around my clit.

“Fuck me. That’s…” Laughing nervously, I rested