He gave himself an internal high five. “That so?”
“Yes.” She wrapped a hand towel around the neck of the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Then she went up on her tiptoes to take two champagne flutes out of a top cabinet and filled them. “To an evening of sugary experimentation,” she said, holding one of the glasses out to him.
“Sounds a bit kinky,” he said with a grin as he clinked his glass against hers.
“Indeed.” She took a drink as a smile played about her lips. “You are always full of surprises, Ryan Blake.”
“You bring it out in me.”
They stared at each other for a moment. Then she walked into his arms. “What the hell are we standing around in the kitchen for?”
“Good question.” He picked up their champagne flutes and waited for her to lead the way to her bedroom. She paused in the hallway to pick up the bag of goodies he’d brought. He followed her through the doorway into a very girly bedroom with a flowery bedspread, lacy curtains, and a pissed-off-looking gray cat sprawled in the middle of the bed, regarding him through icy blue eyes.
“Get lost, Smokey,” she said, shooing the cat with her hands. It glared at her and slunk off into her closet. Emma pulled the bottle of chocolate syrup out of the bag, squirted some onto her finger, and sucked it into her mouth.
His dick surged against his zipper. “Strip.”
Her eyes widened. She set the bottle on the table beside her bed then reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. With a little smile, she eased it down over her hips, revealing white, lacy panties. It was all he could do not to put his hands on her, but watching her undress herself was its own form of foreplay.
She dropped her skirt to the floor then slowly lifted her top over her head, leaving her in nothing but panties, and,fuck, she was stunning. That tattoo…
She wiggled out of her panties, and then, completely naked, she sat on the edge of her bed, crossing one leg over the other. “Your turn.” She pointed a finger at him. “Strip.”
He shucked his clothes in record time, his dick growing even harder beneath her heated gaze. As he watched, she pushed the comforter off the end of the bed and beckoned for him to join her. He slid onto the bed beside her, his thigh skimming hers, and that contact alone was enough to make his pulse pound.
Emma reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup, a wicked smile on her face. She pushed him down flat on the bed and drizzled sauce across his chest, stopping just short of his dick.
He sucked in a harsh breath. “Fuck. Maybe we should have warmed it up first.”
Her mouth formed a sexy little O. “Cold?”
Yes, but indescribably hot at the same time. “Not anymore.”
“I’ll warm you up,” she said, and bent her head. Her tongue swirled across his chest, licking at the sauce.Holy fucking shit.He fisted his hands in the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut. By the time she’d reached his belly button, he was done for.
He sat up, flipping the tables before she took him past the point of no return.
“My turn.” He reached for the bottle.
Emma lay back, her cheeks already flushed, her breathing rapid. He trailed syrup over her breasts and stomach, making her squirm. “Okay, you’re right. It’s cold.”
He kissed her breast, then tugged her nipple between his teeth and gave it a slight nip. Emma lurched beneath him, her hips arching up to meet his. He took his time sucking all the chocolate from her breasts. At some point, he dipped his hand between her legs, stroking her as he followed the chocolate trail across her body.
Emma writhed beneath him, her hips pushing against his hand. He gave her the pressure that she needed, sliding two fingers inside her as he went.
He kissed his way down her belly, and she arched up off the bed. “Ryan—”
“Go ahead, baby,” he murmured. “Come for me.”
And she did. Her hips bucked against his hand, and the expression on her face as she came was so fucking gorgeous. He pressed himself against her, letting her pleasure fuel the need already pounding in his dick.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“That was hot.”
She rolled over, squirted chocolate syrup onto her palms, and wrapped her hands around his dick. “You know? I think I’m a fan of chocolate sauce.”
He groaned. “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”
