“That does sound fun.” He grinned widely. Watching her lick and moan her way through all the desserts was tempting, but a bite of dessert was always welcome. He had his eyes on the brownie with salted caramel. “I’m game.”

With a smile that lit up her face, Tara opened the container that held her first choice, Japanese cheesecake with a hint of yuzu. She tucked in fluffy morsel after fluffy morsel of the moist, light-as-air cheesecake with ecstasy on her face. His mouth watered with hunger and lust. She then moved on to her next indulgence, chestnut mousse cake.

“This is so good,” she moaned. “Man, you’re really missing out. You sure you don’t want one bite?”

“No, thanks. I’m not that tempted.” He was tempted. He wanted to bury his tongue in her mouth and taste the sweet nuttiness she held within.

“Your loss.” Humming happily, she demolished dessert number 2.

She finally moved on to her third dessert, the salted caramel brownie. His absolute favorite. But he couldn’t just watch this time. He was so turned on, he couldn’t sit still. With the children and their moms gone, they had this side of the park to themselves. It should be safe to have their date be more date-like.

“Let’s change up the game a little.” He looked at her with hooded lids, not bothering to hide his desire. “This time, I get to feed you.”

“What? I’m—”

She stopped protesting when he plopped a forkful of brownie right into her open mouth. She tried giving him a narrowed-eye look, but once she chewed and the brownie melted in her mouth, her eyes slid closed.

Tara accepted the next mouthful eagerly. The air had stilled like a vacuum around them, and their breaths grew shallow. Every bite he fed her was exquisite torture, but he craved for more. Finally, he couldn’t hold back a second longer, so instead of feeding her another forkful, he said, “One bite.”

Before she could respond, he pressed his mouth against hers. The first touch was feather light, tentative. When she didn’t pull away, he licked her bottom lip and was gratified by the parting of her lips. Like a man starved, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and found it to be a heavenly place of heat, flavored with rich chocolate and buttery caramel.

He moaned helplessly, never wanting his one bite to end. The tip of her tongue teased his, and her hands lifted to fist around his T-shirt, tugging him closer. He growled and pulled her onto his lap, splaying his hands on her back. When she whimpered and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. He’d imagined kissing her countless times, but this topped them all. It was almost too much.

This time there was no ball to interrupt them, but his annoyingly reasonable brain interrupted his lust-fogged thoughts. We’re in the middle of a park with nothing to shield us from view. If he kissed her any longer, he might lose his mind and rip her shirt off.