Page 41 of Blood Sugar

When I blinked my eyes open, Rowen stood there, holding a piping bag in one hand with a wicked grin on his face. “Are you serious?”

“You’re already delicious, but I thought this would be fun.” His eyes darkened. “Call it a fantasy of mine.”

He wanted me to fulfill some bakery sexual dream of his, and I was completely, utterly on board with that plan. Nodding, I reached for him.

“Patience,” he hummed. “I need more of you to work with, darling.”

Blood rushing in my ears, I rushed to comply, unzipping my dress and shimmying out of it. The impropriety of it only heightened my need as I sat on the counter in my bra and panties.

“What next?”

“I’ll take care of these.”

Setting the piping bag aside, he leaned over me, kissing my shoulders as he slid my bra straps down. His clever fingers made quick work of unclasping it, and he carefully set it aside. My panties got the same careful treatment, with kisses scattered over my hips and down my thighs as he removed them.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky,” he murmured, pressing me back onto my elbows.

“You’re fully clothed.” Jutting my bottom lip out, I looked hungrily at the sliver of chest visible where his button-down shirt was open.

“Right now is about you,” he said simply, picking up the piping bag.

Before I could articulate an answer, he placed the metal tip against my collarbone and drew a thin, delicate line of frosting over my skin.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

The frosting was so cold, the sensation tightening my skin until my body heat warmed it. He drew a swirl down my breast, circling both nipples.

Other than the frosting, Rowen didn’t touch me, and I was desperate by the time he drew thin lines of frosting down my stomach.

I needed him so badly, I was panting as he trailed the piping tip over my hip bone.

“There, that should do it.” He bit his lip, looking over his work.

“Don’t I get to eat any frosting?” I whined, desperate to get my mouth on him.

His mouth curved into a half-smile that made my heart race. “Whatever you want, baby.”

With one squeeze, he placed a dollop of frosting over one finger and offered it to me. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but I sucked it into my mouth, curling my tongue around the digit greedily.

“Fuck, Sadie,” Rowen growled.

Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked on his finger, trying to encourage him to let me suck on other parts of him.

“That’s enough. It’s my turn.”

Pouting, I released his finger. His pupils were fully dilated, the honey-brown swallowed up with black as he met my gaze.

“Now you’re going to lay here and let me clean all of this frosting off of you, right?”

“Yes.” I sounded every bit as desperate as I felt.

“That’s my good girl.”

It might have been his words, or maybe the hot swipe of his tongue over chilled frosting on my sternum, but the most wanton moan ripped out of my throat. Back arching, it was all I could do to stay still and let him slowly lick the frosting off of my body.

He took his time, and my entire body was about to combust from the feel of his tongue all over my torso. He was incredibly thorough, nibbling and sucking, making sure every bit of sugar was removed from my skin.

“Rowen,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please. I feel like I’m dying here. I need you.”