Bound by Lies: Bound #1 (Adult Romantic Suspence) by Hanna Peach Page B

internally. He can just wonder a little longer.
    I look back at the flavors under the glass and try to guess
what he will pick. Maybe the Grand Marnier, bold yet sophisticated, or the Tia
Maria, sultry and sexy?
    I can’t help but pout a little when he says, “Dark chocolate
for her, please.”
    I take the cone and thank the girl while he pays.
    He takes me to one of the large benches that looks out onto
the river. Like the last date, I sit on one side of the bench then he sits
flush against my side. My breath hitches when his leg comes into contact with
mine. I swear he does it on purpose. It feels like he is sitting closer to me
than last time, if that is even possible. My fingers itch to dig into those
thick muscles of his and to run my nails up the insides of his thighs up
towards where his jeans are straining from his…
    “So, pistachio?” he says.
    I blink and clear my throat. I hope I wasn’t licking my lips
when I was staring at his pants or anything obvious like that. “Because it’s
like you.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. It’s rough with hard pieces all the way through it,
but there is just enough sweetness underneath to balance it. And, well, it’s
totally nuts.”
    He laughs and it’s loud and unrestrained. “I like how you
see me.”
    I shrug, but inside I am pleased at his reaction. “Why dark
chocolate? It seems pretty plain to me.”
    “Oh no, kitten. Dark chocolate is always underestimated
because it appears to be plain, but it is rich and complex and a mixture of
dark and sweet. Which is why it takes a certain palate to be able to fully
appreciate it.” This is how he sees me. His intense gaze unhinges me. But it is
his next words that have my heart lurching. “But most of all, it is my favorite
flavor, and I’ve decided it’s the only one I will have.”
    One corner of his mouth pulls up. He grabs my wrist and pulls
my ice cream to his face. He takes a languid lick. Then moans under his breath.
He sticks his tongue out again, wide and flat, for another lick. This time his
wet tongue drags across me as he watches me from between my naked legs. Oh
yes. It sends a rush of electricity through my body, my nipples pressing to
attention. Please, more. I grab his hair in my fists and pull his tongue
further into my…
    Caden lets go of my hand holding my ice-cream cone, watching
me carefully. Shit. I can still feel his fingers on me. And I can feel that I’m
wet, as if his tongue really had been there.
    I face forward and focus on my ice cream before I moan or
blurt out something stupid and make a fool out of myself. God. I won’t ever
look at dark chocolate ice cream the same again.
    Inside I am a jumble of awareness. I can sense him watching
me as I lick shyly at my ice cream. I can feel the thickness and strength in
his thigh pressed against mine, the brush of his arm against my shoulder as he
eats his. I can sense the way he just owns this bench and this space and
the air that I breathe.
    The lapping of the river against the bank and the rustle of
wind through leaves fades under the noise of his tongue and his little grunts
of pleasure. I want to be the cause of all those noises. His tongue sucking and
licking against my creamy soft…
    I am getting carried away again. My cheeks heat and I press
my thighs together and try not to let it show. I hear him crunching at the end
of his cone. His ice cream is devoured before I have barely licked mine.
    “Delicious,” I hear him say.
    I force myself not to look at him even though my skin is
pricked with the awareness of his eyes on my face. He murmurs something under
his breath.
    “What was that?”
    He leans in so his chest is pressing against my shoulder,
causing my eyes to flick to him.
    “You have some ice cream here.” He extends his tongue out
and licks a line from my jaw up past the corner of my mouth. Oh God. My insides
turn to jelly and my breaths go shallow.
    I turn my head so that my mouth lines up with his and opens
slightly, a plea for