Page 71 of Hungry As Her Python

The man licked me.

Like I was both dessert and main course.

And my body?

Yeah, my body was absolutely here for it, tingles zipping down my spine, my magic doing that fizzy champagne-bubble thing it always did around him.

I took another bite, trying to regain some dignity, and—oh, fabulous—more cream.

This time it smeared across the corner of my mouth.

My giggles betrayed me before I could wipe it away, and Conrad just took my face in those big, gentle hands and kissed me clean.

Slow. Sweet. Intimate.

Oh, great.

Now my whole face probably looked like I’d been making out with a Bear who’d been in the custard jar.

I must look ridiculous.

Just a chubby Witch eating custard and making a mess of myself.

“Not to me, beautiful Bella.”

His voice went low and dangerous, his emerald eyes locking on mine.

“For the record, you have the perfect body, and watching you eat is like my favorite kind of porn, sweet Witch.”

My mouth dropped open.

Did he just?—?

Was that?—?

No. No no no no no.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

We were taking things slow.

We’d made a deal.

No mate-bond rush.

No losing myself before I was ready.

He said he was okay with it.

“At your pace, Sugar. I swear,” he rumbled, but there was a nervous edge to his voice.

His pupils narrowed, his tongue flicking like he was tasting my magic in the air.

My stomach dropped.

My chest went tight.

“What is it, Sugar?” he asked, brows furrowing like he could read every thought I was desperately trying to shove back into a locked vault.