The pop of a top sounded, and he broke the kiss. Keeping a tight hold on her waist, he leaned away, tipped his head back, and sprayed whipped cream into his open mouth until it overflowed.
“Don’t. That’s mine. ” She grabbed for the can, but he pulled it away. “I can’t drink my coffee—”
He grinned. The whipped cream expanded in his mouth, drifting through his teeth, covering his lips and dripping down his chin.
Rubi burst out laughing again. Her stomach muscles burned, and she sagged against him. “You look…like you’re…foaming at the mouth. ”
She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. The aerosol squirt sounded again. Cold streaked down her neck, and Rubi jumped. Wes pulled her thighs apart and hauled her to the edge of the counter to meet his hips, then followed the trail of whipped cream with his mouth.
“Oh…” That was just… “God…”
Wes growled and released her waist. Rubi caught herself with her hands on the counter behind her. Her heart beat fast and stole her breath. Wes jerked her shirt up, exposing her stomach and painted another line up the middle of her belly, navel to sternum. He pressed his mouth to her skin, warming the cold strip.
Excitement burned a path through the center of her body. She pried her eyes open to the sight of his blond head at her belly, licking and sucking the white foam from her skin, his eyes closed with a look of utter bliss. Heat pumped between her legs.
“Wes…” She groaned his name. “Jesus Christ…”
He jerked her shirt all the way over her head and pulled it down behind her, trapping her arms.
Shocked, she struggled against the shirt caught between laughter and frustration. “Wes, what the fuck?”
“Oh, God. ” His gaze scoured her bare breasts. “So beautiful. ”
He sprayed a circle of whipped cream around one breast. Her nipple tightened and the skin of her breast tugged toward the center, creating a delicious sensation. A moan rose from her throat. Her brain choked on the raw thrill.
“Wes, we shouldn’t—”
He licked off a section of cream, and his tongue swept across her nipple. Her pussy surged with heat.
“Shouldn’t what?” he said. “Shouldn’t be friends?” He licked again, and Rubi fisted her hands against the granite. “Shouldn’t enjoy the benefits of liking each other?” And again. Her whimper echoed in the room. “Shouldn’t have fun?”
“Fuck… Wes…”
“Not quite yet, baby. But we’ll get to that. ” He licked a circle around her breast, then closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
“Shit…” Her legs clamped around his hips and lifted into his erection. He groaned against her nipple and bit down gently. Lust stroked her pussy, and she suddenly, unequivocally needed him inside her. She didn’t give a damn about consequences.
When she reached for him, her T-shirt restricted her arms. She wiggled, trying to free herself, but one of Wes’s hands held the shirt at her shoulder blades, keeping her trapped.
He chuckled and doused Rubi’s other breast with another ring of whipped cream. “You’re as delicious as I imagined. ”
He dove in like a starving man, let his teeth graze her skin. Sensation burned through her, every millimeter of her skin on fire. She tried to find leverage to rub her hips against him, but had none. God, she couldn’t take this anymore.
“You win. You win, Lawson. I want you. ”
He lifted his head from her breast, a film of stickiness all around his mouth, his chin, his cheeks, and licked his lips. The whipped cream can hit the counter with a clink, but he didn’t release her shirt.
He picked up the carton of ice cream and held it in her line of sight. “Did you eat all this tonight?”
“What—?”
“Did you?” he demanded.
“Yes. ”
“Because you want me and keep saying no?”
Her shoulders were beginning to ache. She repositioned her hands on the counter. “Yes. ”