Page 76 of Worth Every Game
“I like it just being us,” I state. “Do we need to say anything?”
She stops stirring. “No. I guess not. I just figured maybe—”
“You know what my mother is like. I can’t spring something like that on her.”
She puts down the wooden spoon and places both hands flat on the island on either side of the bowl and stares at me. “Is it because I’m not on her list of approved partners?”
I wince.That fucking list. My mother stepped over the line there. Who I date is none of her business, and I intend to keep my feelings for Elly from her for as long as I can. Otherwise, she’ll rip her apart. “She can be difficult, and she’ll be emotional tonight as it is. It’s better if I tell her another time, in private. Not at the party. And as for Kate… I’m not ready to tell her. Are you?”
Elly considers this. “No.”
She looks a tad perturbed, so I walk over and put my arms around her from behind. I nuzzle into her neck and kiss her, and she makes a low humming sound. If chocolate made a noise when it melted, it would bethatsound. “I want to fuck you when you make that noise,” I rasp against her throat.
She repeats the noise, dipping her finger into the batter and bringing it up to my mouth over her shoulder. “Try this.”
“What is it?”
“Try it,” she urges, but when I refuse to suck the batter off, she smears it on my cheek. It’s cold and wet and thick.
“Hey,” I cry, grabbing her wrist and spinning her so she’s facing me. “Seriously, what is this stuff?”
“It’s chocolate chip pancake batter.”
I tug her towards me, so her chin is against my bare chest. She’s peering up at me, and her breathing is heavy. “Liar,” I growl.
She grins, and then, in a flash, she sticks her hand in the bowl, scoops up a handful of mixture, and smears it in my hair and down the side of my face.
“What the fuck?” I splutter.
She writhes, trying to escape my grip, staring up at me with those big blue come-fuck-me eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I hoist her up on the island, my hands rising up her thighs. “I’m going to punish you for it.”
She draws back a little, but her eyes darken. “Jack…” she warns.
“You’ve been bad. Very bad,” I say slowly, relishing how aroused Elly suddenly looks, sitting there with her legs apart, her flesh hot beneath my fingers. I ease my hands under her top, pulling it off and she wriggles out of it to help me.She has beautiful breasts.I throw her top on the floor and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She tips her head back and moans, and it’s then I know I have her.
I release her nipple with a pop, grab the bowl of batter, and tip the whole thing over her bare chest. The milky batter slops over her, and her head jerks up and she shrieks. Her eyes flash with annoyance, and she swipes at me, but I move out of reach.
I’m fighting back laughter, but somehow Elly still looks gorgeous, like a nude model painted in batter. It’s hilarious, and disgusting, and I still fancy the pants off her.
“You bastard,” she yelps, but she’s laughing and her eyes are alight with a bright vivacity that’s irresistible. She jumps off the island and runs at me, the batter dripping down her naked torso.
“Fuck, you look hot,” I say between gasps of laughter as Elly chases me around the kitchen. “Like a sexy pancake.” I’m losing it now, laughing uncontrollably, and she is too.
I slow down, raw bursts of laughter still exploding from my mouth, and Elly leaps at me, jumping on my back, one arm around my throat, the other thumping my shoulder, but it barely hurts. I hold her there, reaching behind me to keep her safe in this piggy-back position, until our laughter eases and she slumps against me, the batter slick between us.
“Who’s going to clean up?” I ask as we recover from the hilarity.
She leans forward, curling herself over my spine so her mouth is next to my ear, and whispers, “I was cooking, so it’s your turn.”
I let her slide down my back until her feet hit the floor, and then I turn to her. “How about we shower together?”
She pretends to ponder this and then flashes me an excited smile. “Okay.”
“And then we can have sex.”
“Wait, you mean you don’t want me covered in batter?”