the table beside him before nodding to the other one. “That one’s for you.”
“Oh, I’m not hungry,” I lie.
“Sell that bullshit to someone else,” he says. “Eat the damn cake, Kail. Enjoy it.”
I stare at it, giving just the tiniest shake of my head. I want to but giving in would be weak. And I don’t ever want to be weak again.
“What are you so afraid of?” he asks.
“I…” Words fail me. There’s no way I could explain this to him so he’d ever understand. And there’s no way I could ever be that vulnerable in front of him. He’d probably use it against me the first chance he got.
“If you were my girl, I’d rather see you happy and healthy with thick thighs and a bouncy ass than miserable and starving to be some magazine standard.”
His girl? What?
I’m still trying to wrap my head around that concept and what it all means when he grazes the curve of my hip with his giant palm.
“Let me tell you a secret, little pineapple.” He leans in closer to whisper against my lips as he grabs a handful of my ass. “Guys like this. When they look at you, they see a bunch of fun pillowy toys. They think about your tits bouncing in their face. Your ass grinding in their lap. Your soft, naked body rubbing up against theirs. They aren’t even remotely considering what size you are.”
“Guys like that?” I blink at him. “Or you do?”
My face burns as soon as the words leave my mouth. But it just seems too impossible to believe. How could Landon want something so imperfect when he’s the definition of perfection? I mean, if I was the kind of girl who was into all these muscles and hard lines and beautiful faces. Which, I’m totally not. Definitely not. Because he’s still my enemy, I think. I’m pretty sure.
He tilts his hips up, so I can’t deny how hard he is against me. Hard and… freaking huge. “What do you think? Does this mean I like it?”
I swallow. Then my thighs squeeze against him reflexively, and he smirks. He knows I’m thinking about it.
“Did you like those half-naked girls at your party?” I sound like a jealous little beast.
“Why?” His eyes are teasing. “Want me all to yourself?”
“No.” Now the heat is creeping down my neck. He doesn’t even pretend not to notice it.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He brushes my hair back over my shoulders. “And just because you see a bunch of half-naked girls at my house doesn’t mean I’m doing anything with them. It’s their choice to take off their clothes. That’s just how people…”
His words drift off when he clamps his jaw shut, but I think I know what he was going to say. That’s just how people are around him.
“Here, let me see that.” Landon gestures for the cupcake in my hand.
I hand it over, feeling a jolt in my belly as he peels away the wrapper and licks the frosting from his thumb. Something about that motion reminds me of the way he licked me. My thighs are squeezing the life out of him now, and I’m trying to snap myself out of the wayward fantasy when he shoves the cake right between my lips, smearing frosting all over them.
“What the—” I mumble around the gooey frosting, horrified.
Our eyes lock, and he grunts out a chuckle as he takes the cupcake away, only to replace it with his lips. It’s so unexpected that I freeze for a second before I melt into him. He tastes like ice-cold water and buttercream.
“It feels good to be bad.” He teases the words against my lips. “Doesn’t it?”
Responding isn’t an option. Cupcake forgotten, I just want to eat him. But Landon is insistent, only offering me more of his lips between bites of the cake in his hand. I know what he’s trying to do. He’s tricking me into eating it. But I don’t care because all I can think about is my next taste of him. And before I know it, the cake is all gone, and I’m wondering how the hell that just happened.
“Good?” He swipes some frosting from my lips with his finger and sucks it off.
My whole body breaks into goose bumps, and I nod. God, I just ate an entire cupcake from those fingers. And it isn’t enough. I need more. I need…
“Can I just…?” I’m dragging his shirt up over his head before I can stop myself. When