Melinda burst out in a delighted laugh, so different from the frustration she had felt all day. “It’d be sanitarily inappropriate,” she grinned up at him, her heart swelling with love for this amazing man who could lighten and brighten her world by just being himself.
Viktor’s mouth had been so warm and soft, his tongue against her finger reminding her of what it felt like on other parts of her body. “Now, when you say ‘fudgy chocolate’,” she said and dipped his finger into the chocolate frosting again. “Do you mean the taste,” slowly she trailed her tongue up along his finger. “Or the consistency?”