Page 36 of Brown Sugar
The silky way she utters the words heats my skin. It makes me acutely aware of the fact that we’re alone in her suite and she doesn’t seem to have much on under that robe. I swallow against the pulse of arousal throbbing in my neck and set my plate down like she did hers, on the coffee table in front of us.
“What kind of dessert, princess?”
“Surprise me.”
She’s beautiful and playful as she lays across the sofa. More of the robe slips by the wayside, this time revealing her supple bare thighs.
And her cute, manicured feet that she kicks up on the sofa cushions.
I’m not a feet guy.
Far from it.
But, damn, if Kiana doesn’t have the nicest feet I’ve ever seen. The second she’s setting them up on the sofa, I’m ready to take them in my hands and give her a massage. I’m ready to kiss my way up the rest of her body ’til I’m feeling those plump lips against mine.
I get up off the sofa and go to the five carts of room service arranged against the wall. She said to surprise her with dessert so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Close your eyes, princess.”
She hums in answer but does as she’s told. The playful air about her dissolves for naked curiosity. Her expression shifts with a knit of her brows and a slight dip to her mouth. I scoop up a spoonful of the dessert I’ve grabbed and tell her to open up.
“Part your lips. Tell me how you like it.”
First, shelicksher lips as if unable to resist the urge. Her tongue slips out, then swipes along the curve of her bottom lip, so damn naturally sexy, before she parts for me.
I feed her the spoonful of dessert, taking my time, going slow, being teasing and gentle.
“That taste good?”
“Mmmm.” She licks her lips again, the taste a sugary mystery on her tongue. “More.”
“How about a please?”
“Tyson…” she whines.
I can’t resist. I grip her chin and almost…almostplant a kiss on her lips. Instead, I let my thumb run across her bottom lip and say, “I said say please, princess. Ask nicely.”
“Pretty please with sprinkles and chocolate fudge and little freaking nuts on top,” she snaps impatiently.
“Don’t forget the cherry.”
“Especially the cherry,” she murmurs sexily.
Fuck. This is trouble. This is a bad idea.
Yet I keep going. I scoop up another spoonful to feed her. “Tell me what it is.”
She rolls her lips between her teeth like she’s trying to taste as much of the dessert as possible.
“Brown sugar,” she answers, and I grin. “And some kind of crumble. And some kind of fruit. A berry.”
“Close.”
“Please give me more.” She puts on a pouty face that makes me chuckle, her eyes still closed.
“Who would’ve thought I like it so much when you beg, princess?”
I feed her a couple more spoonfuls of the warm, gooey, sugary dessert, much to her delight. Another chuckle leaves me at the piece of crumble at the corner of her lip. My pulse beats faster, the temptation to lick it off unbearably high.