“Chocolate cupcakes?” With wide eyes, I looked up at him. A wide grin spread across my face.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded, watching me intently. “You like them, don’t you?”

“I like them? I freaking love them!” Taking the box from him, I took a sniff. Sweet aroma wafted to my nostrils, making my mouth water.

“Come here.” Taking my hand, he took me near the railings.

A squeal left my mouth as he gripped my waist and placed me on the wide surface of the railing. I didn’t dare look down. I was sure I would have a heart attack.

“What are you doing?” I tried to get off, but he only parted my knees and stepped between them, wrapping his arms around me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” Placing the box beside me, he took out one cupcake and held it against my lips. “Now you can eat comfortably.”

When his grip tightened around me, I relaxed and took the cupcake from his hand, biting into it. A moan slipped from my mouth as soon as it melted in my mouth. There was chocolate cream inside it. It was so damn delicious!

“It’s so good! Where did you get them?” I put my phone beside the box and occupied my other hand with another one. While I devoured them like a woman hungry for years, he just watched me silently. Those stormy gray orbs held serenity. And that did serious damage to my heart.

“I didn’t buy them from anywhere. I made them myself.” He wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb before slowly putting it inside his mouth.

A shiver ran down my body.

Ignoring his act, I focused on his words. “You made them? For me?”

He chuckled. “Who else would I spend my precious time to do these efforts for?”

I just stared at him.

Leaning in, he grabbed my hand and made himself have a bite of the half-eaten cupcake. “Only for my Rosebud.” Eyes didn’t move from mine.

My breath hitched in my throat when he took my thumb into his mouth and sucked the chocolate cream off it. His hot tongue circled my thumb while his teeth bit into my skin gently.

“Delicious,” he rasped. Letting it go, he took my index finger next in between his lips. Somehow, he was closer than before, inches away from me. One of his hands brushed the side of my knee, gradually rising high, inching closer to my inner thigh.

I tried to close my legs, but his form didn’t let me. Something tugged at my lower region with his heady scent around me, his mouth around my finger and his burning touch against my skin.