Perfect for You

sure that you'd share." He grinned. "Do you like it?"
    "It's divine." She tilted her chin to the side, considering him with the glint in her eyes that didn't fail to get his blood pumping. "Want to try?"
    "What man could resist that invitation?" He leaned forward and waited.
    As she stretched to meet him, the neckline of her dress pouted open, exposing not enough of her left breast for his tastes. He almost didn't notice that she was holding out a forkful of dessert to him.
    "It's a ginger crme brulŽe," she explained as he ate the mouthful she fed him. "All the desserts have ginger as the main ingredient. Amazing, isn't it? Since ginger is my favorite. The staff you hired must be clairvoyant, or else there was a huge clearance sale on crystallized ginger."
    He simply hummed innocently.
    "It's very sweet. You ordering ginger desserts for me, not the desserts themselves." She scooped another bite onto the fork. "This one is a napoleon layered with cream and ginger."
    He dutifully ate what she offered. "You know, while I'm enjoying this immensely, there's a better way to go about it."
    "Really." The wry tilt of her mouth suggested that she could guess which direction he was heading toward.
    "Yes, but are you daring enough?"
    "Are you challenging me?"
    "Are you up for a challenge?"
    "I think this is a challenge I can sink my teeth into."
    "God, I hope so," he mumbled fervently, and he moved his seat around the table so it was situated right next to hers. He took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair. Pointing to the dessert that looked chocolaty, he asked, "What is this one?"
    "I think that one could appropriately be called ÔDeath by Chocolate, Ginger as Accomplice.'"
    Her husky voice grabbed him low. He pointed to the towering piece of cake that had more layers than the Empire State Building had floors. "And this one?"
    Her eyes fell to his lips before looking to see what he was indicating. Her gaze focused again on his mouth when she turned back to him. He didn't have to wonder if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. "Ginger cake," she said. "It's my favorite."
    He rolled his sleeves up, taking his time. He understood the appeal of delayed gratification. When Freya shifted impatiently in her seat, he stifled his grin. At least he wasn't the only one dying here.
    Dragging two fingers through the cake, he held them out to her. She hesitated for one heartbeat before she met them with her tongue, meticulously lapping every last bit of frosting though she barely touched his skin.
    He offered her another morsel. With the first swipe of her tongue, she swallowed most of the cake; the second was a more careful cleaning of his fingers. She drew her tongue lightly over the tips before licking away the sweet residue left by the frosting.
    He felt it down to his very core.
    With the next bite he offered, she wrapped her mouth around his fingers and sucked.
    God damn.
    She sucked lightly, occasionally flicking her tongue. He knew his jaw must have gone slack, but he was powerless to do anything.
    She knew she'd effectively turned the tables because her lips curved as she worked on his hand.
    "I like this a lot too," she said. Dunking her finger in the crme brulŽe, she drew a line of custard on his lips and promptly licked them clean.
    He cleared his throat. "I don't know. If you like the cake, maybe you should stick with that."
    "Maybe you're right." Spreading enough whipped cream around his mouth to last for a good while, she began to feast. There was so much that soon she was covered in it as well, and he couldn't tell who was eating who clean.
    Not that it mattered. He was hard pressed to have any coherent thoughts as the taste of sugar and ginger and Freya melted on his tongue.
    She broke away from him, pushing on his shoulder lightly with her forearm. "You haven't tried the chocolate one yet. That one seemed like the one you'd prefer."
    He almost groaned at her clear invitation to tease her as she was teasing him. He didn't need to be told twice. "Chocolate is one of my favorite things," he said as he reached to scoop up what looked like mousse.
    He knew she waited for him to return to her mouth, but because he wanted her as completely off-balance as he was, he smeared it down the side of her neck and followed the creamy trail with his mouth.
    He felt her low moan deep inside. She tipped her head back, allowing him better access. He could taste her underneath the chocolate, and it was by far more