Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell, #2)

by Juliette Cross

She truly was a sensual creature. The delight in her eyes and widening of her smile expressed her pleasure before she’d even taken a bite. Yet again, I wondered what it might be like to be the cause of her pleasure. “Would you like a bite?” she asked, as I watched her eat like a starving man. Little did she know, I wasn’t starving for her food. “Sure.” She pushed her plate across the table for me to reach. Lifting my untouched fork, I took a bite of her shrimp and grits. “Very good. Would you like to try mine?” “Even Jules’s fancy French toast doesn’t look that good.” I cut a bite with my fork. “It’s the blueberry Bourbon syrup. Prepare to be wowed.” I held the bite across the table for her to take. She frowned at my attempt to share a bite from my fork. I wiggled my fork and raised my eyebrows. Honestly, I was one hundred percent positive she was going to refuse to eat from my own hand, but I liked pushing her buttons. I prepared for a snappy protest, but then she leaned forward and opened her mouth. Bloody hell. I slid the bite inside and watched as she chewed and licked the syrup off her lips. That was a really bad idea. I could barely breathe, wanting to lean across and taste the syrup from her mouth. “You’re right. I’m wowed.” Then she continued eating her meal like she hadn’t just punched me in the gut with an explosion of lust. We were quiet a little while. Her enjoying her meal. Me wanting to pull her across the table into my lap and eat her for my next meal. Oh, f...