" I know you don't like mangoes." A faint curl of humor danced on his lips.
"You know?" How? How did he know this?
"I've been feeding you this whole time, remember?" With his hot buttered voice, it sounded dirty, illicit.
"I remember." I sounded far too breathless.
He clearly noticed, that small private smile moved to his eyes. "You never eat the mango slices when I put them in any meals."
Understanding hit me, and I recalled that while I'd had breakfast fruit trays with mangoes, they'd stopped being included after the second time. Wide eyed, I silently gaped back at him.
Lucian's long clever fingers delicately picked up a cream puff. "Which is why I made some of these with vanilla-ginger cream."
Had I been gaping before? My mouth fell wide open. Behind me, I heard Dougal sigh, as if impressed. But I could only stare at Lucian, who looked smug but oddly shy as well.
"You did that for me?" I croaked.
His broad shoulder moved under his jacket. "That, and the combination of vanilla, ginger, and mango mirrored what Delilah and Saint had wanted in their original cake."
I could fall for this man. Fall hard. Maybe I already had, because my heart was too big, beating too fast. He gave me another small, barely there smile, his pale eyes gleaming with something soft and intent.
"Come now, honeybee," he murmured. "Try my cream."
I sputtered out a shocked laugh, and my face flamed, but as he'd commanded, I opened my mouth.
Lucian's nostrils flared. His hand shook a little as he lifted the cream puff and placed it one the edge of my lips. I opened my mouth wider, my tongue flicking out for that first sweet taste.
Rich, almost nutty caramel, the gentle crust of pastry, a burst of smooth light cream with a hint of vanilla and ginger spice. Slowly, I chewed, my eyes locked with his, my body tight, and my mouth in heaven. He stayed with me, feeding me another bite, cream getting on his thumb.
My tongue slipped over the blunt end, and he grunted. Hard. "
― Kristen Callihan , Make It Sweet
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"You know?" How? How did he know this?
"I've been feeding you this whole time, remember?" With his hot buttered voice, it sounded dirty, illicit.
"I remember." I sounded far too breathless.
He clearly noticed, that small private smile moved to his eyes. "You never eat the mango slices when I put them in any meals."
Understanding hit me, and I recalled that while I'd had breakfast fruit trays with mangoes, they'd stopped being included after the second time. Wide eyed, I silently gaped back at him.
Lucian's long clever fingers delicately picked up a cream puff. "Which is why I made some of these with vanilla-ginger cream."
Had I been gaping before? My mouth fell wide open. Behind me, I heard Dougal sigh, as if impressed. But I could only stare at Lucian, who looked smug but oddly shy as well.
"You did that for me?" I croaked.
His broad shoulder moved under his jacket. "That, and the combination of vanilla, ginger, and mango mirrored what Delilah and Saint had wanted in their original cake."
I could fall for this man. Fall hard. Maybe I already had, because my heart was too big, beating too fast. He gave me another small, barely there smile, his pale eyes gleaming with something soft and intent.
"Come now, honeybee," he murmured. "Try my cream."
I sputtered out a shocked laugh, and my face flamed, but as he'd commanded, I opened my mouth.
Lucian's nostrils flared. His hand shook a little as he lifted the cream puff and placed it one the edge of my lips. I opened my mouth wider, my tongue flicking out for that first sweet taste.
Rich, almost nutty caramel, the gentle crust of pastry, a burst of smooth light cream with a hint of vanilla and ginger spice. Slowly, I chewed, my eyes locked with his, my body tight, and my mouth in heaven. He stayed with me, feeding me another bite, cream getting on his thumb.
My tongue slipped over the blunt end, and he grunted. Hard." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>