her bag, she pulls out a little white box just big enough to fit a sandwich or a piece of pie. “Here. I saved you the last one.”
I open the lid, and there, sitting in the center of the box surrounded by wax paper is a peach colored rose cupcake just as I imagined it would look when she told me all about them last night. “Thank you. I bet it’s going to taste incredible.”
“It was the last one. When Alex came to see me today, he wanted to try one of the peach cupcakes, but I had to give him a vanilla rose cupcake instead because this was my last one and I’d put it aside to give you tonight,” she says sweetly, but all I hear is Alex went to Comfort Food to see her.
Why the fuck did he do that? Did he go there to try to dissuade Hailey from going out with me because of our argument?
Struggling to control my anger, I say, “Alex came to see you? What about?”
“He wanted to offer me a chance to make desserts for your family’s restaurant. I had to turn him down because I don’t have the time or facilities, but it was really kind of him to offer.”
I push down my emotions and force a smile. “Nothing kind about it. My uncles Cassian and Kane are smart businessmen. They know a good idea when they see one.”
For a moment, the two of us stand there silent in my living room as an uncomfortable tension grows between us. It’s not Hailey’s fault. I know that, but just hearing that Alex went there bothers me after what he said this morning.
“Will you try it? I’d love to know what you think,” she says with such hope in her eyes that I can’t say no.
I sit down on the chaise part of the sectional I never use and pat the cushion in front of me. “I’m sure it’s going to be fantastic. Sit with me.”
Opening my legs, I make a space for her. “So this is the last peach rose cupcake? Does that mean they were a hit with your customers?”
I reach in and carefully lift her creation out before setting the box on the couch to my right. The cupcake almost looks too beautiful to eat, but I can’t disappoint her.
“They were,” she says, beaming her happiness while I bring the cupcake to my lips. “I hope you like it too.”
The first taste of the frosting on my tongue is like pure heaven. Not sickeningly sweet and not stiff like so many cake frostings generally are, it’s light and delicious. “This is incredible, Hailey.”
“Wait until you taste the cupcake. I put little pieces of real peach in the batter,” she says, urging me to continue trying her gift.
I bite into the cupcake, and it’s fluffy and just sweet enough. I taste the peach immediately, and smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever had cake that tastes this good. I can see why these sold out today.”
Hailey gives me a shy smile and reaches out to drag the pad of her thumb below my bottom lip. “You got icing on your face.”
I run my tongue over the spot she touched and want more. More of this cupcake. More of her fingertips drifting over my skin. More of Hailey.
Setting the half of the cupcake left back into the box, I lean forward and press a kiss onto her lips. “Thank you for saving that last one for me.”
“You don’t want any more of it?” she asks with a hint of hurt tinging her words.
“I’ll have more later. Right now, I want more of you,” I whisper against her lips.
My cock hardens at the feel of her lips when she kisses me with all the need and want I give her in my kiss. I want to pull her down on top of me to know what it’s like to have the sensation of all of her against me, but I know I have to take it slow or she may run away again. It’s like teasing myself, and it’s excruciating as each moment passes and all I have is her kiss.
She tentatively touches my chest, her palms pressing gently against my body. It’s not enough, but I need to let her set the pace this time. Not my usual style, but I’m willing to do what I have to so Hailey doesn’t bolt on me.
Each touch of her fingertips against my shirt drives