Allyson's POV
My lips collided with Michael's in a desperate, hungry kiss as the sweet taste of strawberries lingered between us.
But then he pulled away with that maddening self-control of his.
"Not so fast," he whispered, reaching for the ice cream container.
He took a generous spoonful. Instead of offering it to me, he placed it in his own mouth with deliberate slowness.
His lips wrapped around the spoon, and a thin line of vanilla escaped down his chin.
I watched it trail down his jaw, mesmerized.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I leaned forward and licked the sweetness from his skin, moaning softly against his throat. I wanted more. So much more of him.
When I kissed him again, the cold vanilla melted on our tongues. But nothing was sweeter than the way his hands began exploring my legs.
"Mmm," he hummed against my mouth. "Slow down, wild thing. We have all night."
"Michael," I breathed, warning him with his name.
