I placed the vanilla cake aside and reached for the velvet she wanted. She took it greedily from me and took a big bite, leaving an icing smudge on her lips.
I pinched her chin between my thumb and index fingers and made her look up at me. I wetted my lips before dipping my head slowly, so that every man could see that she was mine, and darted my lips out to lick the icing off her lips. It was so sensual I heard her moan even with the loud chatters and music. It was a sound I'd recognize anywhere any time.
My hold grew tighter, my tongue found an opening and I went in deep, tasting her and the cake. No difference. Just sweet velvety deliciousness.
Mine.
“Zane…” she pushed back. I didn't fight it. I released her lips from mine, she was damn lucky we weren't home. “People are staring…”
