Life Before Damaged Vol. 8 (The Ferro Family) by H. M. Ward

the way I did eating the gold pizza earlier. He moans again, but this time it almost sounds erotic. My mind drifts in and out, and I'm not quite sure if I'm dreaming or if Pete Ferro is actually moaning under me.
    “This, is amazing” he says, his voice husky and heavy.
    “Uh-huh,” I breathe.
    “No, really, Gina, this cookie is amazing. I’m so glad you were willing to share it with me. No wonder you love these—they’re orgasmic.”
    Uh... I open my eyes and push myself up. He's eating my macadamia nut cookie. It's the only one in the bag, and now it's stuck between Pete's perfect lips. His crooked smirk is back, along with that damned dimple, and a sparkle in his beautiful eyes.
    I reach down to grab it from his mouth, but one of his hands grabs my wrist, firmly. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
    He waggles his eyebrows.
    I reach again with my other hand, but he catches my wrist. My body twists to the side, both wrists clasped in his grasp, and I try to wriggle my way free, but it’s useless. I don’t have a choice. If I want that cookie, I have to do it the sexy way.
    I dip my head down, and my teeth grab hold of the cookie. I pull up, but the cookie won’t budge. He’s not letting it go. I bite off a chunk and straighten up. I make an erotic sound in the back of my throat as I swallow the bite.
    I glance down with a victorious grin but falter. There’s still too much of that cookie trapped in between his lips, and I want more, so much more. I shift, to straddle his hips, and sit just below his stomach. Pete’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't say anything because his mouth is occupied with the remainder of my cookie.
    “You know, I kind of like that you can’t talk right now, Ferro. Makes you a lot more attractive. I think I may get you a gag for Christmas or maybe as a wedding gift. I wonder if they sell cookie gags.”
    His lips quirk up and somehow, he manages to make the cookie drop further into his mouth, slowly disappearing just a little at a time.
    “Oh, no you didn’t!”
    His only response is to waggle his eyebrows cockily. I’ll have to wax those suckers off of him one night while he’s sleeping. I can see it now: undercover Jenny tiptoeing through Ferro mansion, hot wax in hand. She reaches Pete's rooms and finds him sleeping in bed.
    Back to matters at hand—I want that cookie.
    The next move will be tricky. There’s no way I’ll be able to retrieve the remaining bite without touching his lips at least a little bit, like a kiss. Like a meaningless stage kiss, only it’s not a kiss. Nope. Not a kiss. It’s a sly ninja move to save my macadamia nut goodness from the evil jaws of sexy death.
    It’s a rescue mission. Save the cookies!
    Yes, I can do this!
    I look into Pete’s eyes and completely lose my nerve when massive knots start to form in the pit of my stomach. I can’t kiss him, not even a little bit. I’m over thinking it and it feels like I’m standing at the edge of a cold swimming pool, dreading to put my big toe in, fearing the cold sting. The longer I stall, the more I lose my courage.
    Pete makes the decision for me. He tugs on my wrists and pulls me down toward him. It’s all about the cookie, Gina. It’s not about his lips. I’ll just take that last little bite and back off as quickly as I can. I part my lips and wrap them around the cookie. They gently touch his in a sweeping motion. He pushes the last little piece of the cookie into my mouth with his tongue, softly caressing my bottom lip in the process. Liquid heat shoots through every single cell in my body, and I gasp. I try to back away, but Pete keeps me close. His eyelids drop, and he starts kissing me lightly.
    His kiss is tender and perfect, and I struggle to remember that this is his MO, his specialty. He’s the master player, making women swoon with a smile and a meticulously perfected kiss. I try not to kiss him back but, with the chewing and the swallowing, he thinks I’m returning it. He lets out a