“You’re not bringing that to bed, are you?” he asked warily as she crossed the small loft with the slice of cake.
She looked affronted. “Of course I am. It’s our wedding might, our wedding cake. Why shouldn’t I eat it in bed with you?”
“First of all, that is not a wedding cake. That is a piece of that large cookie that Eames and Yusuf stole from that bakery.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers, Arthur. We got married and we ate this to commemorate the occasion.”
“Second, you’ll get crumbs on the bed,” he pointed out, his expression bordering on pained.
“A crumb or two won’t kill you.” She sat next to him in bed, leaning back against the headboard and curling inside. She took a bite of the cookie, closing her eyes in exaggerated bliss. ”Mmm. So good. Bet you wish you hadn’t complained about our wedding cake now.”
Arthur laughed. “Cookie.”
She held the remaining piece of cookie up, playfully shaking it over Arthur, scattering crumbs over him and the sheets before taking another bite of the sweet. “Oops.”
Arthur nipped at her fingers, stealing the last bite of cookie. He glared balefully at the smattering of crumbs and brushed some off of his shoulder. “You’re cleaning that up.”
She grinned, moving to straddle his lap. “I certainly plan to.” She licked his shoulder, a soft, sensuous caress, then looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Delicious. You know how I enjoy cleaning up messes.” Arthur’s laugh turned into a strangled groan as she began kissing and licking her way down his chest. Soon, all thoughts of messes and crumbs were out the window as she showed him just how well she could clean him up.
