He picked up a berry and swirled it through the chocolate before holding it to her lips. A dollop of the sauce fell and plopped into her cleavage. “No, let me,” he said when she went to swipe it away with her finger. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and peeled the material back to frame her breasts. Meanwhile, Susan squirmed at the tickly slide of the chocolate down her breastbone.
“Are you ticklish?”
“No.” Her hasty reply gave away the truth and his evil chuckle informed her he’d take advantage of her vulnerability.
His work-roughened hands grasped her shoulders, holding her as he lowered his head. His mouth skimmed the upper curves of her creamy flesh.
“There’s no chocolate there.”
“Haven’t you ever done anything because it feels good?” The naughty boy twinkle in his eyes made her grin.
She sniffed. “You want to make me suffer.”
“No,” he said, all signs of humor falling away. “What you’ll get from me is the straight up truth every time. My dawdling is giving me time to tease you and to lead you into temptation.”
“Don’t you need an apple for that?”
“Chocolate is the modern version. Don’t you know chocolate cures everything?” Before she could reply, his tongue followed the path of the sauce, shooting the air from her lungs with a whoosh. The stroke across her breast didn’t make her want to giggle. No, instead the intimacy made her want to offer herself for a taste test.
The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he winked. “It’s time for the shirt to go.” He drew the garment off her and studied her chest with avid attention. “We need more chocolate.” He plucked up another strawberry, drowned it in chocolate and used the fruit like a paint brush, dipping it again and again and spreading a Maori tribal design over her chest.
“You’re good,” she said, impressed by the design.
“I’ll enjoy cleaning it off even more. Want a top up?” He gestured at the bottle.
“Sure.” She did a flirty eyelash flutter. “What are you going to do with me?”
He tapped the side of his nose, his lips curving into a charming grin that warmed her insides and tightened that coil of lust again. So, maybe she’d wait and let things unfold at his pace. The man had skills—that was for sure. With their champagne topped up, she nibbled on another strawberry, letting the juices drizzle across her tongue. “This was a great idea.”
Tyler took her glass and rearranged her on the mattress. He sat back and cocked his head to the side. “Hmm. The line of your body isn’t quite right.” He paused. “Try this. Hands above your head and hold onto the headboard.”
Desire roared through her at his words. The certainty in his tone told her he expected her to obey. Slowly she raised her hands and curled her fingers around the long bar on the head of the bed. His gaze stroked her body from head to breasts to the tips of her red toe nails.
“Perfect,” he said, a touch of reverence in his voice. He backed away from the bed and crouched by his bag. An instant later, he returned with a sketch pad and a pencil.
Susan stared, felt her mouth drop open. This wasn’t about sex? Then she saw the glow in his eyes, the excitement in his face and she decided to wait before she told him he was crazy and wasting good sexy times.
He grabbed the upright chair, dragging it from the desk over to the bed and plonked his naked butt on it. Then he looked at her again and slowly smiled. “Perfect.”
Susan’s chest tightened with a blast of hope. She’d decided to meet Tyler because she’d liked the tone of his emails. Meeting him in person had been better than her expectations. He was sexy, funny and intense too. Sleeping with him was no hardship and breaking the dry spell—excellent.
This was something else. She frowned a little. The tipping point, maybe? The moment in time when a relationship tipped from casual into serious?
“Why are you frowning? Are your arms hurting?”
“What?” Susan came back to the present. “No, I’m fine.” She consciously smoothed her expression. “How would you like me to look?” The question emerged in a purr and was immediately trailed by a spike of heat in her cheeks.Jeepers!She was way too old to blush.
“Like that,” he said. “Flushed and heavy-eyed as if you’d just had a bout of hot sex.”
“And that would be the truth,” she murmured.
His head lifted from his drawing and grinned. “Glad to hear it.”
She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. “I’m hoping we can do it again. Soon.”
“Flirt.” His pencil flashed across the page.
“Only with you.” She wished she could see his drawing. “Are you any good?”
