Her words spread pleasure through my body, centering somewhere significantly lower than my heart. We’d have to talk about that eventually too, but not right now. Right now, I wanted to enjoy this moment.

“It’s completely selfish, Fireball. I love chocolate.” I’d love to lick melted chocolate from every inch of her body right here on this countertop. “If you ever need anyone to try samples, I’m your man.”

I wanted to tell her that if she ever needed a man for anything, I was here. Right. Here. But the time wasn’t right, and I could be patient. She needed more time too.

She surprised the hell out of me by gripping my face between her palms and kissing me hard. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I let her take control of the pace, the depth, everything. I just enjoyed the taste of her, the feel of her beneath my hands.

Eventually, she pulled back with a gasp. “You’re something else,” she whispered between long inhales, and I grinned.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, a light touch, barely there. “You deserve all the good things life has to offer. But it’s incredibly hard for me to not push you back and fuck you with my tongue right now,” I said with a laugh, though I wasn’t really joking.

She looked at me for a long moment, and I began to panic. I’d gone too far.

But she surprised me. She always surprised me.

“Why don’t you then?”

That was a yes. Oh my god. I wanted to be cool and calm. I wanted to take my time and woo her until I was between her thighs. But I was too fucking excited.

“Baby…” I breathed, and kissed her hard again. Ripping my mouth away, I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the countertop. I tugged at her tiny little satin shorts, and she gasped as her ass hit the cold tiles.

I didn’t stop kissing her. Not yet. I reached under her camisole and rolled her right nipple between my fingers, making her gasp into my mouth. I pulled back a little, my smirk completely smug because she already looked a little dazed. I hadn’t even started yet.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll see stars. Would you like that?”

“Please, Rigby,” she gasped as I pinched her nipple lightly.

“Mmm, that's right. But I want something from you, baby.” I was more nervous about this confession than I wanted to let on, but I needed this too. “I need you to use that sexy as hell voice to tell me if I’m doing something you like. Tell me if I’m doing good. Can you do that for me?”