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After scooping up a dollop of ice cream drenched in hot fudge, I closed my eyes and took a bite. Pure euphoria danced across my taste buds. Surely this was heaven.

Noah’s thumb lingered higher on my thigh. I peeked an eye open to see his eyes focused on my mouth, and I swallowed the bite before my lips quirked up.

His gaze bordered on predatory.

“Sure you don’t want some?” I murmured.

“Trust me, I’d much rather watch you eat it,” he answered, voice deepening in a way that did funny things to the butterflies in my belly.

I laughed, nudging his shin with my foot and swiping my finger through a layer of the hot fudge. I offered Noah an impish smile. “Can I beg for forgiveness now?”

His eyes sparked with amusement when he looked up, but he shook his head. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

“But I messed up,” I reminded him pointedly, hunching my shoulders a little to try and give him a better view down my shirt. His eyes didn’t even twitch. “I want to show you how sorry I am.”

Noah’s brow creased. “Emma, we’re okay. I messed up worse.”

Note to self: being a master seductress was not in the cards for me. I grumbled under my breath before sighing. “I’m trying to initiate sex here, and you’re not as receptive as you could be.”

It finally clicked for him. Noah’s lips twitched, practically spasming as he fought back a smile. “I’m sorry?”

“You should be.” I shook my head. He seemed to take the hint, edging even closer as I spread my knees apart to give him room.

The smirk finally broke through. “Maybe I’ll try some hot fudge after all?”

I grinned and offered him the finger topped with fudgy goodness. “Good idea.”

Noah took ahold of my wrist before wrapping his lips around the tip of my finger. The feel of his tongue licking off the hot fudge was another dose of euphoria. Then he sucked lightly, and the butterflies found their way straight into my bloodstream.

Impatient, I freed my finger and tugged on Noah’s shirt to pull him closer. He settled between my thighs before wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging my butt closer to the counter’s edge. I was eye to eye with his heated gaze, close enough to share breaths, and every muscle in my body tensed for action.

I spread another glob of fudge along his jaw with a smile, then took my time licking and nibbling and sucking it off until I found his lips. He claimed my mouth with a newfound impatience, and our tongues clashed in a battle for dominance which he quickly won. I couldn’t even complain about him tasting like salad because he also tasted purely Noah. Strong and brilliant and intoxicating. I had to fight back a smile so I wouldn’t ruin the kiss.

“Take these off,” Noah ordered between kisses, tugging at my shorts.

We worked together to help me shimmy out of them along with my underwear. His hands branded my bare skin, leaving phantom touches behind when he worked my shirt up. His pants were next, and before long the kitchen island was a mess of hot fudge, entwined limbs, and Noah doing things to my body that should be illegal.

Maybe Teresa was right. My relationship had never felt better.

CHAPTER 16

A Lemon

Dear Diary,

I think hot fudge sundaes might be my new favorite.

Or maybe it’s just Noah?

Note to self: Buy more hot fudge.

I miss him already,

Emma

Noah dropped me off near Scott’s coffee cart the next morning before taking off for the airport. Since he had an early flight, I had an hour to kill before Music Theory even started. Considering I rarely had even two brain cells to rub together most mornings, Scott was quick to fill me up with two espresso shots before giving me an iced caramel macchiato to nurse.

Unfortunately, the espressos had yet to kick in. I found myself sprawled on the grass behind the coffee cart with what I planned to patent as the Super Straw—four normal straws linked together—bridging the gap between my mouth and the caramel macchiato sitting on the ground a couple feet away.