Kiss My Cupcake(45)

His exuberance seems to compel my mother to fold. She peels the wrapper off, wipes her hands on her napkin and daintily uses her fork to take the tiniest bite. Her eyes go wide, and she blinks several times. “Oh, this is heavenly. Lawrence, did you try this one? You really must.”

My aunt also folds and offers to share a cupcake with my dad, who has polished off three already, based on the stack of discarded wrappers.

Skylar is watching Ronan devour cupcakes like it’s porn. And honestly, so am I.

When he’s finished the last cupcake, he sucks the icing off his fingers—loudly—and turns his gaze on me. His eyes are half-mast, making it look like he’s recently had an orgasm. The effects of a sugar rush, the crash soon to follow.

His brows rise. “Everything okay?”

I can’t even imagine what my expression must be. “Did you enjoy those?”

He grins. “Immensely. The only cupcake I enjoyed more was the one you made me eat in front of those women at the bachelorette party.”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks and his grin widens. I will never forget how he looked biting into the vagina cake. Or the way the custard center dribbled down his chin. We’re still staring at each other, possibly both lost in that memory.

The stare-off ends when my mother asks what kind of cupcakes they are, and of course she and my father decide to guess the ingredients, arguing about the merits of cooked versus uncooked buttercream.

While this takes place, Skylar keeps edging closer to Ronan, which means he keeps edging closer to me. At this point, his arm is draped over the back of my chair, and he’s halfway into my lap. It’s kind of funny and also highly distracting because every once in a while his fingers graze the back of my neck and I have to fight off a shiver.

I’m still nibbling my way through my own cupcake, savoring instead of devouring. Despite the fact that Maddy and Skylar refused to try one, there are none left. I’m pretty sure my dad ate half a dozen.

“If you don’t hurry up and finish that, I’m stealing it,” Ronan whispers, warm breath fanning across my cheek.

“Try it and I’ll stab you with my fork.” I slide another small bite between my lips and mmm my delight.

I can feel his eyes on me. He’s so close, if I turn my head there’s a good chance we’ll be brushing noses again. “You’ve got icing on your lip.”

I lick them self-consciously and lean away so I can turn my head and make eye contact—the kind that should signal him to back off. “All gone?”

“Nope. Still there.”

I raise my napkin with the intent of wiping my face, because there’s nothing more embarrassing than having icing on my face, but he covers my hand with his. “I’ll get it for you.”

“Really, I can do it myself.” Now I’m embarrassed because my entire family is watching and Ronan seems oblivious to all the attention. Or maybe this is on purpose.

“Really, I got it.” He’s right in my personal space, his grin full of villainous mirth. Which I finally understand when he licks the corner of my mouth.

A hot feeling shoots down my spine to settle between my legs. He freezes, his eyes wide, likely with the same shock I’m currently experiencing because Ronan just licked my face. I don’t understand why he looks so horrified since he’s the one who licked me and not the other way around.

“What the hell, Ronan?” I swat his chest and wipe his saliva from the corner of my mouth.

He recovers, expression returning to that same mirthful deviousness. “Hold on. I didn’t get it all.” He leans in again and I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep him at bay. I honestly have no idea what his plan is, or why he’s being so damn flirty.

He backs off as quickly as he tried to attack me, his grin ridiculously wide as he pops what’s left of my cupcake into his mouth.

“You jerk!”

“Oh my gosh, you two are so freaking cute. Aren’t they the cutest?” Maddy claps excitedly, reminding me that we are not alone. In fact, my entire family is watching this display with rapt interest.

Except Skylar. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s pouting. “You should probably get a room,” she says.

“Maybe you two need another bathroom quickie.” Maddy’s smirking. Of course she was just waiting for the opportunity to draw attention to our disappearance right before dinner.

Skylar looks scandalized. “Ew! You did not.”

Ronan wipes his mouth with his napkin and swallows the rest of my cupcake. “I prefer to take my time and savor the experience when it comes to anything that has to do with Blaire, apart from her cupcakes.” He takes my hand in his.

I try to yank mine free, but he tightens his grip and brings it to his lips, biting my knuckle with another one of his mischievous grins.

“Well, I think it’s great that these two lovebirds can’t keep their hands or tongue to themselves, even at the dinner table. That’s the kind of passion every couple should have.” Gran-Gran slaps the table. “I need a glass of brandy. Let’s retire to the sitting room.”

I take the out while I can. “We should probably think about heading home, actually.” This time Ronan lets me yank my hand free from his grasp. I push my chair back, looking to put some space between us.

“You’re not staying the night?” My father’s disappointment is obvious.