The soft scent of her perfume tantalizes my senses. “I…”
“You need to slacken your wrist. Relax into it as you whip it.” Fuck, the thought of this girl and a whip has me hot under the collar.
“Like this?” Her voice betrays her, echoing the tremble of her fingers against mine.
“Yes.” My pulse quickens as I stand at her back, the urge to kiss her long, elegant neck getting stronger with every passing second.
I pull back, letting her continue with the egg whites. “What next?”
“Once they are soft peaks, mix in the yolks and sugar.” I struggle to keep my breathing level.
“Yes, Sir.” Fucking hell. I force myself to walk away, adjusting myself, my cock aching for some action. I’ve busied myself with work, but Jesus, this girl is making me want to do things she’d never agree to.
I grab the mascarpone cheese from the refrigerator and the bottle of Vin Santo I picked up on the way here. “I was impressed that you knew amaretto wasn’t the best choice for this dessert.”
“I’m obsessed with the simplicity of Italian food, but the complex flavors take everyday basic ingredients and elevate them. The right oil and a dash of the perfect herb become a taste sensation.” I’m intrigued.
“Okay, so we’re going to add the Vin Santo to the mascarpone and gently whip them together.” I set the ingredients down, then grab a small shot glass and a biscotti from the pantry. She watches as I pour a little and dip the biscuit in the wine.
I step closer, holding it out to her. “Taste it.” Instead of taking it from my hand, she leans forward, wrapping her lips around the biscotti, and my mind goes to all the wrong places.
“Mm.” Her eyes flutter closed as she experiences the different flavors on her tongue, and it’s such a turn-on.
“Mix in two tablespoons with the mascarpone, and then we add the eggs.” I stand behind her, trying to think of anything else to calm my erection before she notices I’m hard as a rock.
As she whips the mascarpone, a little flicks up onto her face, her cheeks blushing as she tries to wipe it off.
She turns to look at me, her proximity overwhelming when we are face-to-face. “Did I get it all?”
“You still have a little on your cheek.” She rubs it with the back of her hand but manages to miss a spot.
“Now?” She looks up at me with her big, beautiful eyes, and all restraint goes out the window.
I lean in, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her flawless skin, removing the last of the mascarpone. I drink her in, the rapid rise and fall of her chest letting me know she feels it too—the palpable attraction in this moment.
“You smell good enough to eat,” I whisper in her ear.
Her arms slip around my waist. “Then take a bite.”
The second the words leave her lips, I grab her face in my hands and kiss her with a hunger so fierce it takes over all coherent thought. Her hands roam my back as she pushes up onto her tiptoes, so I reach for her waist and lift her onto the countertop, her legs splayed on either side of me, one of the bowls behind us crashing to the floor, but I don’t give a fuck. I want her. I fucking need her in this moment. My lips crash down on hers, needing more. Ready to devour her.
She tastes like heaven—after weeks of denying my attraction to her—a soft summer breeze on my tongue. The scent of her hair and the subtle aroma of her perfume are a heady cocktail as I claim her lips, harsh and unforgiving, begging entrance, which she welcomes, her tongue darting out to stroke mine in a sensual, devilish caress.
My hands find their way up into her hair, tugging her head back to give me the perfect angle to kiss her with everything I have. It’s been a long time since a woman has disarmed me and I’m completely lost to the sensation.
Our tongues twist and tangle, her hands clawing at my back as she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against myrock-hard erection. She moans at the feel of my cock, and it’s enough to send me into a tailspin.
“Take off your panties.” She doesn’t question the command, pushing me back just enough to close her legs and remove them. When she lets her legs drop open again, there’s a dark, sultry smile on her face. Fuck, she looks amazing.
Without another word, I drop to my knees, grip her thighs, and splay her legs as wide as they’ll go before leaning in to take her with one, long, languorous lick, and she’s fucking soaked. She wants this just as much as I do.
“Oh, God, Ryder.Fuck!Yes.” That’s it, baby girl, moan for me.
Chapter 11
ASPEN
The warmth of his mouth on my pussy has me on the verge of orgasm within seconds. I’ve wanted this for so long and denied myself the possibility, but I can’t hold back any longer. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted a man in my life.
