He’s standing in front of the bar, next to an array of covered plates. His eyes are sparkling with mischief and his clothes are totally casual. I glance at his jeans. No bulges in his pockets. No box on the table.
Stupid unnecessary freak-out.
But still…my heart pangs a little. After all his talk in London, it wasn’t a ridiculous thought, and maybe moving in has made me want it a little.
That or the pressure of this blackmail bullshit is getting to me.
“Sit down.” Aaron pulls me over to the barstool and sits me on it. He throws my purse on the sofa behind him and tugs my shoes off.
“What are you doing?”
“Your best friend informed me that she’s stealing you for the day tomorrow for your birthday, so I’m bringing my plans forward.”
“Ignoring the fact you seem to talk to Liv more than I do lately, you should be at work.”
“And you should be blindfolded with your mouth full of food by now, but let’s not fuss over technicalities.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Blindfolded?”
He pulls a black silk tie from his pocket, a sexy smirk on his face—the one that tugs at my core—and runs it through his fingers. “Objecting?”
I shake my head. Nope. I’m not objecting.
“Good.” He steps behind me and covers my eyes with it, tying it securely at the back of my head. “Can you see anything?”
“Black silk,” I retort.
He gently tugs a lock of my hair, and the warmth crawling over my cheek tells me that his mouth is by my ear. It’s not even warmth. No, it’s a hot caress across my skin that sets all of me on fire.
“Watch your mouth,” he whispers. “You’re blindfolded and completely under my control.”
Shivers fall down my spine in an oddly erotic way at his words. Oh boy.
“I could take it off,” I reply weakly. We both know I won’t.
Aaron’s thumb runs down my neck and chest to the curve of my br**sts. “No, you won’t. You’ll leave it on until I tell you to take it off.”
“Is that right?”
He touches his lips to the corner of my mouth, pulling away when I turn my head. “Absolutely. It stays on until I’m ready to remove it. Now let me feed you.”
“It’s three in the afternoon.”
“I don’t particularly care. I know you skipped lunch, so right now, the only time I want you to open these gorgeous lips is when I’m putting food between them. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Excellent. Now, here we go.”
Something slightly rough nudges at the seam of my lips and I part them. I bite into it, strawberry juice flooding my mouth, and lick my lips slowly. “Mmmm.”
Aaron’s mouth covers mine, silencing my low hum of approval at the sweet fruit, the simple touch heating my body. It’s been a matter of minutes since he covered my eyes with his tie but I can already feel everything so much more intensely.
“Next,” he murmurs, bringing another to my lips.
Some juice dribbles down my chin, and he quickly flicks his tongue against my skin, licking it up. The tip of his tongue slides along my bottom lip, and I let out a quiet moan.
Is this feeding or a lesson in seduction?
“Shh. We won’t get through nearly half of these foods if you make that sound every time.”
“Then don’t lick my lips.”
“Dayton, gorgeous”—he touches something cold in a spoon to my mouth—“your lips aren’t the only thing I plan on licking today.”
That’s it. I’m done for.
Every spark of simmering heat in my body shoots downward at his words, settling deep in my pu**y. It swirls into a heavy ache that wets my panties at his promising words.
“Chocolate mousse,” I mutter. “Is this a guessing game? It’s easy.”
“No guessing game. Just an exercise to show you how much more intense everything is when you can’t see.”
And he’s right.
Every drop of juice, every lick of a spoon, every sweet layer on my tongue is more potent and intense than it is when I can see it. His hand at my hip is tighter and stronger than if I could see it there.
I don’t feel his touch and the taste of the food in the places I’m supposed to. I taste it and I feel it in every part of my body.
“Open your mouth,” he says huskily, and I know this is getting to him too. Good. He shouldn’t expect to be able to take away my eyes and not get turned on himself.
But what even is this?
I feel the cold chill of glass against my bottom lip, and I close my lips over it. The rich taste of champagne fills my mouth and assaults every taste bud sitting on my tongue as I swallow it down slowly, savoring the richer-than-normal taste.
Mango presses between my lips, and I swallow it down easily, and when he presses what feels like a grape against my mouth, I can’t help the twitch of it. Dammit, don’t play with me, Stone.
“Don’t you have more important things to be doing?” I murmur against the grape.
“No. The lawsuits were distributed this morning and my afternoon is clear for you. So do as you’re told.” He pushes the grape into my lips and I open my mouth.
I close my lips around his fingers, ignoring the grape, and press my tongue against them as he pulls them out of my mouth. He growls low. The sound reverberates through my body, hardening my ni**les and adding to the ache in my core.
“Dayton.”
My name leaves him as little more than a husky whisper, and I know instantly that the power has shifted. Where, five minutes ago, he held every bit of it, some has transferred to me. Some has left him and seeped into me with the mere closing of my lips around his fingers.
I smirk, reaching my hand out and finding his. Our fingers link in a moment so intimate, and I squeeze his hand. “I’m not hungry anymore,” I whisper.
“You’re not done.” He squeezes back and pulls his fingers from mine.
Jesus, no. I don’t want food. I want him. I want his body and his touch and his tongue. I want it f**king everywhere.
I sit impatiently through three more tastings of mango, strawberries, and more champagne. The anticipation is tightening every muscle in my body, practically begging for the answer to all the questions in my mind.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly when he presses his forehead to mine.
“Because you deserve to relax and forget. And I know I can take you to that crazy f**king oblivion where nothing exists except you and me.”