“Ooo, smooth.”

I take the roasting stick and set it to the side. “Now, take a bite.”

She smirks at me and brings the s’more to her mouth, where she takes a bite out of the corner. The marshmallow and melted chocolate squeeze out on all sides, creating an ooey gooey mess. As she chews, a drop of chocolate lands on the corner of her mouth, so I scrape it off and then bring my thumb to my mouth.

Her eyes narrow in on the movement before she brings the s’more up to my mouth. I take a bite as well.

Once we both swallow, I ask, “What do you think?”

“You know . . .” She pauses. “I really thought I was going to like this, but it’s, I don’t know . . . not that great.”

“What?” I ask, laughing. “Seriously? You don’t like it?”

She grins. “No, just kidding. I love it. It might be my new favorite thing of all time.” She then takes another bite. This time, she gets marshmallow on her lips, and I lean in and lick it off for her. When she finishes chewing, she shifts on my lap so she’s straddling me again and feeds me the last bite of the s’more.

I chew.

Swallow.

And then watch as she brings her marshmallow and chocolate-coated fingers to my mouth. Eyes on hers, I suck on her index finger, rolling my tongue over the tip and sucking hard. As she watches me, her mouth parts slightly and her breathing picks up. With each finger I clean, she offers me one more until nothing is left on them.

When she pulls her last finger out of my mouth, I say, “Was it good?”

She wets her lips. “So good.”

And then she grips the back of my neck and pulls me in close where our mouths meet, and she kisses me. Deeply. Like her life depends on it.

Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, her mouth parts open, and her tongue tangles with mine. There is nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s feral, animalistic, greedy. And it’s everything.

I slip my fingers under her crop top.

Her fingers tangle into my hair.

I release her mouth and kiss the side of her jaw.

She tilts her head back, giving me access to her beautiful neck.

I move my hand up to the clasp of her bra.

She mutters, “Please.”

I don’t need much more than that before I undo the clasp. She shifts around, taking her bra off and then dropping it on the couch next to us. Then with both hands, she grips my jaw and kisses me on the mouth as she rocks her hips over mine.

A low moan passes through me as I grow hard in seconds. Hell, when I was licking her fingers, I was getting hard, but now, with her rocking on top of me, it’s a done deal. I’m lost, and I want her. I want her so bad.