He was teasing, clearly wanting to make me blush and stammer. But I couldn’t erase the image of licking cream off every delectable inch of him. God, I wanted that. So much so my mouth was in danger of watering. I returned his look with equal measure. “Careful there, honey pie. One day, I just might call your bluff on all your thinly veiled cream innuendos.” To my surprise, he flushed a dusky pink across the high crests of his cheeks.
