Page 35 of Too Delicious
He nods. “It’s sweet and salty, the heat from the cinnamon and the bourbon…it’s amazing. It’s your best one yet.”
“Really?” I’m so pleased, but I have to temper my excitement. “You’re not just saying that?”
“Sweetheart,” he says. “Try it.”
The spoon hovers in front of my mouth. I lean in and take it in, letting the frozen peachy goodness slide down my throat. The butter, the cinnamon, the fruity flavor combined with the bourbon was an excellent idea.
“Oh my gosh. It is good. And I don’t even like whiskey,” I say with my mouth full.
He laughs and we take more bites, neither of us addressing the fact that we’re sharing the same spoon.
“How did you come up with this if you don’t like whiskey?” Cooper asks.
Now it’s time to fess up. “I wanted to come up with something you would like.”
“Me? Specifically? Why?”
My entire body hums as if plugged into a socket until I admit the truth. “Because I like you, Cooper. As…more than a friend.”
He looks at me for a long time.
Then, he takes the bucket of fro-yo and sets it on the coffee table.
He turns away, and my heart drops. Then, I see he’s taken the bottle and poured a shot into the shot glass, full to the brim.
He downs the shot. “That’s better. Now you, and then we’ll talk,” he says, pouring another.
“Oh, but I don’t like?—”
“So you said. Just try it.”
I take the shot glass from him and sniff it, then sip it. It burns but not as intense as the last time I tried bourbon. I suppose my recipe has prepared me for the taste and the bite of it.
I roll it around in my mouth as one does with wine, and I can finally see a small glimmer of what Cooper sees in it.
“It’s so strong. It’s an acquired taste. I guess I like it mixed with sweet things,” I say.
“You put filthy thoughts into my head, Harmony.”
I shiver. “What kind of filthy thoughts?”
“Like finding out what you taste like,” he says.
I lean in closer. Now that we’re talking about us, I feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel brave.
Cooper reaches forward and cups my neck, holding me there while he presses his lips to mine.
The kiss is slow and hot, all tongue and masculine energy.
I reach for the front of his shirt, fisting the material to pull him in closer.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and I welcome it. The movement of our tongues against each other is thrilling and heady.
I could get addicted to the way he kisses. Long and deep and thorough. Cooper MacKenzie is not a shy man, not in personality and not in the way he kisses.
I get so carried away that I moan into his mouth.
Cooper responds by sliding his fingers up from the back of my neck. Gently, he fists my hair.