Chapter 167: He Licked My Finger!? And His!!
His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path over my index finger, then my thumb, his gaze never leaving mine. A jolt, hot and immediate, shot straight through me. The playful, teasing atmosphere in the car evaporated, replaced by something thick and charged.
I stared at him.
My brain short-circuited somewhere between "Did he just—" and ohmygodhejustdid. Every nerve in my hand tingled, like his tongue had left sparks behind.
"You taste better," he said simply, then picked up a tater tot and popped it into his mouth.
My breath hitched, caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. My eyes were wide, fixed on his mouth as he chewed the tater tot, utterly unbothered by the chaos he’d just unleashed inside me. My fingers, still tingling from his touch, felt like they were glowing.
So I did the only thing I could.
I popped a sauce-drenched tot into my mouth and made a noise that was totally food-related and definitely not covering up a gasp.
ADRIEN’S POV
"Ahhh," she sang, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She waved it closer, and the sickly-sweet smell of burnt sugar filled the car.
The word "no" was still on my tongue, my lips forming the syllable, when she pushed past them.
My entire system short-circuited.
First, the foreign texture. A soft, airy intrusion that was nothing and everything all at once. Then, the immediate, cloying sweetness that coated my tongue. My jaw, which had been set in a hard line of refusal, was now trapped, forced to contend with this pink monstrosity. I stared at her, my shock so profound it felt like a physical blow. A demon in my mind screamed sanitizer, but a deeper, quieter voice was simply stunned into silence.