“That’s great news.”

She watched him unzip and shove his jeans to the floor, kicking them off. Behind the plain black boxers, he was huge and hard. And she was suddenly hotter than she’d ever been.

She slipped out of her yoga pants leaving them in the middle of the kitchen floor. Naked, she padded to him.

“Now what?” she asked, stopping right in front of him and looking up at him.

“You’ll do anything I want?” he asked, his voice rough and his eyes hot.

“Definitely.”

“How hot is the fudge?”

Her eyes widened. “Hot. Too hot for smearing on body parts,” she said, reading his mind.

One side of his mouth curled. “Damn.”

“But,” she said, “I have some fudge we could heat up a little.”

“You have some already made?” he asked. “Why was I waiting for you to stir that up?”

“The fudge I’ve already got is for you.” She felt her cheeks get a little pink. She was shy about this? She was buck naked at the moment, and he’d done a lot of intimate things to her already, but admitting she’d made him fudge made her blush?

“You made me fudge?”

Dammit. He looked pleased by that. He was so going to get the wrong idea. Especially when she told him the whole story. She sighed. “Yeah. I made it around Christmas. I was going to mail it to you but then… I changed my mind.”

“You were going to send me fudge for Christmas?” he asked, his grin growing. He lifted a hand to her cheek.

“Yes. But then I realized that you’d think it meant I liked you and was thinking about you,” she said with an eye roll.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dropping and that drawl becoming more pronounced. “I know you like me and have been thinking of me.”

He was cocky. A little. Not overly. Not obnoxiously. But enough to be… hot. She did like confident men. “Well, you can not think that the fact that it’s chipotle fudge means anything,” she said.

His grin definitely grew with that. “You made me spicy fudge?”

“Spicy and sweet go together really well.”

He nodded, his grin turning into an almost smirk. “They sure do.”

“But it was just something I wanted to try, and since you eat all that crazy spicy food I thought you were someone I could send it to.”

“But then you realized that I’d think it meant you liked me.”

She blew out a breath. “Yeah.”

“Do you normally make chipotle fudge?”

“No.”

“Huh.”

“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?”

“That you like me? Yeah, I’m thinking it.”

“Well, if you’re going to be all smug about it, I’m not going to melt it down and coat your cock with it so I can lick it off.”

His smile dropped and his eyes blazed. “Oh yes you fucking are.”

“What if the chili powder in it burns you?”

“I can handle that,” he told her. “For sure.”

The powder, especially mixed in with all the other ingredients, probably wasn’t much of a risk. There was just enough in the fudge to give it some kick.

“That’s pretty sensitive skin,” she pointed out anyway.

“True. Guess you’ll have to lick fast.”

“And thoroughly,” she agreed.

“Definitely.”

“But I don’t want to use it all up. I want you take some of it back to Louisiana with you.” She gave him a grin that she was sure looked very please-fuck-me. At least that’s what she was thinking. “And think of me… and what we’re about to do… while you eat it.”

“Yeah, we need to talk about me thinking about you from Louisiana,” he said.

Oooh, that sounded like he maybe wanted to take their texting to sexting. Or maybe even phone sex. Or the Zoom sex he’d mentioned earlier. She was on board.

“Later. We can talk and… do a lot of other things… later.” She ran her hand down his abs and stroked his cock through his boxers. “But we have other things to do right now.”

She turned and reached to grab the container of spicy fudge from the counter. She was glad she’d mentioned it. She wasn’t going to. She wasn’t going to confess that he’d made her do something special and different. But somehow it felt right to admit that now.

Then she took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.

She pushed him toward the bed and shut the door behind her. No one else was coming over. Probably. Okay, there was a 5 percent chance that someone else would stop by. At least this way she’d hear them unlock the front door and could stash him in her closet before whoever it was made it down the hall.

If she heard them.

She had some plans here that just might end up being kind of noisy.

Mitch sitting on the edge of her bed, his hot, hard, tanned body and black boxers against the multicolored quilt and pillows was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. He looked out of place on the squares covered with stitched flowers and swirls. Her pillows were encased in different pillowcases as well. Something that, for some reason, drove her mom crazy. They were a mismatched bunch from different sheet sets. A couple had come from childhood sets, a couple from her grandmother, and she had no idea where the purple one had come from. But why did everything always have to match? Why did things have to go a certain way all the time? Why did there have to be a plan for every damned thing including matching sheets?

She took a deep breath. That didn’t matter. At least not at this moment. Mitch looked out of place and she loved that. He didn’t match and that was awesome. He wasn’t like the guys here. He wasn’t from here. Her mother didn’t know his mother and grandmother and every aunt and cousin. She didn’t know his mother. Nor would she.

This was perfect.

She pulled the top off the fudge container and took a piece out. Then she tossed the box on top of her dresser and walked toward Mitch.

He opened his knees, welcoming her between them, his hands going to her butt.

She lifted the fudge and took a bite, then offered it to him. He bit into it, his eyes locked on hers.

The candy was incredibly sweet. She didn’t eat much white sugar and very, very few candies. But she was definitely happy to make an exception here. The chili powder kept it from being too much as the chocolate melted on her tongue and the spiciness gave her a little tingle.

Mitch’s fingers curled into her butt as he let the fudge melt in his mouth as well. Paige shifted to put a knee on the mattress next to him, pressing her body against his. She lowered her mouth, meeting his lips in a chocolatey, sweet and spicy kiss. This was by far her favorite way to eat fudge.

Except…

The piece of candy had grown a little sticky as she held it. She put it in her other hand and lifted her chocolatey fingertips to her nipple. She coated it in chocolate and then lifted her head from the kiss.

Mitch’s gaze immediately found her sticky nipple and his lips followed.

He took the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, then sucking.

Her fingers gripped his head as she sighed. God, this was so good. Sex had never been like this before. No one had ever turned her on like this man. No one had ever known how to touch her, how to talk to her, the way he did.