" Dinner passed in silence, and the occasional groan as she ate.
It was that good.
As for the dessert, it proved even better than he claimed.
The low, rumbling hum rolled from her mouth as the chocolate and caramel hit her tongue. “Oh my god that’s good. So good. So incredibly delicious.” She groaned that last bit.
“Holy fuck, baby. Stop that, or I won’t be responsible for what I do.”
She opened her eyes to find his smoldering gaze on her. The tension in his body practically vibrated the space in between them.
Say something. Tell him to stop staring at you. To stop looking like he’ll devour you.
But I like it.
She wanted his ardent flirtation. But she also wanted control. How to achieve it? The solution seemed too simple.
Fight sensuality with… sensuality.
“Stop what?” she innocently said. Holding his stare, she brought a heaping forkful of nirvana to her mouth. She slid the top of the spoon between her lips, lapped it with the tip of her tongue.
A nerve twitched in his cheek.
The spoon pushed its way into her mouth. She sucked the sugary bite from it.
He swallowed.
Slowly, she withdrew the spoon and licked it clean.
He groaned. “That has got to be the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me. "

― Eve Langlais , When a Beta Roars (A Lion's Pride, #2)