Justin
The fork in her hand moved with slow grace. I watched Marissa take a bite of the vanilla cake, and a strange longing coiled in my gut. My eyes refused to leave her.
I couldn’t look away. She ate the cake with sensual ease, her lips closing around the tines of the fork in a way that made my restraint fray at the edges.
The urge to close the space between us, to take her plump lower lip between my teeth, nearly launched me out of my chair.
I swallowed. My throat was dry. I forced the thought away, shoving it back into a box where it didn’t belong.
Where the hell was this coming from? This was beyond a kiss. It was a deeper pull, something my body understood better than my mind.
She finished the last bite and set the fork down on the napkin. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and my p
