Picking up one of the unfrosted cookies, she bit into the head. It crumbled in her mouth, and the sugar and butter melted on her tongue, and she moaned a little because it tasted amazing and because it made Grady’s eyes darken and his nostrils flare.

“Good?” His gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered.

“Uh-huh.” Swallowing her mouthful, she licked the crumbs from her lips and enjoyed the way his eyes tracked the movement. “Best dick I’ve had in a long time,” she murmured with a smile.

He laughed, and Suzanne’s gaze was drawn to his bottom lip, to the reddened area where she’d marked him earlier today. A prolonged inspection revealed a slight bluish discoloration to the mark. “I’m sorry…about biting you.”

He shrugged. “I was being an asshole.”

Suzanne blinked, surprised by his easy admission of guilt. “Yeah, you were.” He laughed again. “But that doesn’t make it right. Is it sore?”

He shook his head. “Only when I laugh, talk, eat, drink, or breathe.”

It was Suzanne’s turn to laugh. “I am sorry,” she said, and without giving it much thought, she lifted her fingers to his mouth and lightly touched the spot.

He didn’t pull away or wince, he just went very still, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before opening again. “It’s fine,” he dismissed, his voice like gravel as he stared at her mouth, and heat bloomed between them.

“Maybe,” Suzanne whispered, blood throbbing through her veins, the air in her lungs heavy, “or maybe it needs kissing better?”

He swallowed, and the bob of his Adam’s apple seemed thick and painful, and she knew all sense of rationality had left the building when she seriously contemplated kissing it better.

Kissing all his boo-boos better. The ones she could see and the ones she could not.

“Maybe it does,” he agreed, his voice rumbling into the air, his eyes glued to her lips, making her breath hitch and her pulse whoosh through her head as every reason she shouldn’t be doing this fled.

It was just a kiss, right?

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Slowly, rising on her tiptoes, excruciatingly careful to maintain the paltry distance between their bodies, she leaned in, her mouth—just her mouth—closing the distance. Kissing Grady’s lip better didn’t require their bodies to touch. Just their mouths.

Only their mouths.

Carefully, gently, Suzanne touched her mouth to the mark on his bottom lip. He kept still as her mouth lingered for one second, two. But she could hear the rough draw of his breathing. And hers. Pulling back slightly, she asked, “Better?”

“A little.” His voice was somewhere between a pant and a whisper.

Her pulse so loud between her ears now that she couldn’t think straight, Suzanne put her mouth to his bottom lip again, lingered again, touched her tongue to the swollen area.