When Kiera came back from putting away her stuff in the back room, she unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in her mouth. Seeing her lips wrapped around the sucker put all sorts of wonderful images in my head, and I had to adjust how I was sitting. My eyes never left her as she grabbed my beer from Rita and started heading my way.

She pulled the sucker out of her mouth when she got close to me. Handing me my beer, she said, “Here you go. Your usual.”

Giving her a seductive smile, I grabbed the beer with one hand, her hand holding the sucker with the other. Keeping my eyes firmly on Kiera, I brought the sucker to my lips, then closed my mouth around it. The apple flavor was pretty tasty, but it was the look on Kiera’s face that I was savoring. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing just slightly heavier. I was sure she was getting turned on watching me…the girls at the nearby table sure seemed to be. A couple low groans drifted my way as I pulled the sucker out of my mouth.

Kiera’s eyes darted to my lips, and she looked like she desperately wanted to taste the apple on my tongue. She didn’t though. Surprising me, she pushed me back and said, “Ew, Kellan. That’s mine.”

Her objection was extremely amusing. Especially since I knew it was complete crap. There was no place on her body where my lips wouldn’t be welcome. Calling her out, I said, “What? I can put my mouth on your—”

Her hand instantly covered my mouth, and she looked over at the table of eavesdropping girls like she actually cared what they thought about our relationship. “Kellan!” she hissed, embarrassed.

Removing her hand from my lips, I finished my question. Leaving out the crucial part she didn’t want me to say, of course. “But I can’t enjoy your sucker?”

An amused smile slipped onto her lips as she shook her head at me. To further accentuate my point, and hopefully get her to relinquish her treat, I pouted and gave her puppy dog eyes. It totally worked. With a sigh, she shoved the sucker back into my mouth. As I smiled in victory, she sighed. “You could at least ask first.”

Removing the treat slowly, so my lips curled over the edge, I seductively told her, “I didn’t think I had to ask to suck on your…candy.”

I thought she’d find that sexy, but her expression instantly clouded with pain. “Don’t say candy.”

The playfulness fell off my face as I instantly realized my error. I’d stupidly reminded her of something she was doing her best to forget. “Sorry,” I quietly said. I kind of wanted to smack myself in the face for saying her name.