I stood silently, watching as he yanked out a beer. With the door standing open, he threw a look over his shoulder at me, offering a cold bottle.
“Why not.”
After he grabbed his, we stood a few feet away, taking cautious sips as if we were on a first date and had no clue what to say. I hid behind the bottle, taking a few sips until I noticed the box of chocolate-covered cherries.
He’d tried to do something sweet, forcing the poor delivery boy to stop and hunt down a box. Maybe he was trying to say he was sorry or appease me. Oh, why not? The chocolate was callingmy name. I ignored his presence and my beer, tearing open the box and plucking one delicious-looking chocolate ball into my fingers.
When I caught him staring, I shrugged. “I told you. I love chocolate. Have you ever had one before?”
All he did was shake his head with such slow and even precision that if I’d blinked, I would have missed it.
“You’re missing out,” I whispered, laughing softly as I brushed the back of my hand down my neck, tingling from the filthy thoughts that lingered.
He was paying very close attention.
I purposely turned toward him when I nibbled on the end, gathering a few shards of chocolate in my mouth. His chest rose and fell, his eyes becoming hooded. It was the way his nostrils flared that created additional warmth between my legs.
When a few drops of the delicious cherry cordial oozed from my lips, my hero took a deep breath. Hero. That had a nice ring to it. Allowing a slight husky moan to escape, I dragged my tongue through the luscious liquid, refusing to lose a single drop.
He tilted his head, the hold on his beer tightening.
When I chomped on the cherry inside, a soft yet distinctive sound flowed past my lips. There was something magnificent about the ooey-gooey chocolate, much more of an aphrodisiac than anything else I’d ever tasted.
Just as I opened my eyes again, I realized he’d taken a step closer. Perhaps teasing him was a very bad idea, but I was unable to help myself, using the tip of my pinky, sliding it around my lips. His beer disappeared, unwanted.
Unneeded.
He remained silent, his insufferable mood driving me almost as crazy as the scent of his aftershave. Why did men choose to wear it when they weren’t interested in taking a step outside the house? Just to drive women crazy? Well, he was doing a very good job of it.
When I dared grab another chocolate, he followed the line of my hand, taking a deep breath the moment I wrapped my fingers around the candy. Before I could plop the second one in my mouth, he snapped his fingers around my wrist, easily able to pull me toward him.
As he peered down at me, he lifted my arm, forcing me to feed him the chocolate. What could be more enticing than watching a man chomp down on a piece of candy he’d never experienced before?
The moment he did, fondant slipped past his lush lips and it was as if a dam was broken.
Only this time, I was the aggressor.
On my tiptoes, I captured his open mouth, forced to lean into him to keep my balance. Together, we shared the piece of candy, our lips colliding, our tongues entwining.
Within seconds, he’d yanked me even closer, fisting my hair and tugging my head. Between the taste of his mouth and the chocolate, I was high on the sweetness.
The kiss became explosive as the hunger we shared refused to be denied any longer. I’d never wanted a man as much as I’d experienced with Kendrick and right now, I was nolonger capable of keeping my distance. No matter the justified rationale.
With the candy finished, he devoured my mouth, taking full control as he’d longed to do. I’d seen the look in his eyes, the hardcore famished yearning that had been the very reason he’d kept his distance.
He wasn’t any more patient than he’d been before, yanking the hem of my dress. I wiggled in his hold, fighting with him. But all I was doing was driving the thick bulge between his legs against me, creating unimaginable friction.
There was even more of a controlling need in him. I could smell the power on him, a perfect combination with the musk of his aftershave. His actions became rougher, greedier. Even more dominating, the kiss was just a reminder that for the time being, I was his. Why was it that every time I thought about his possession of me, I tingled all over?
When he finally broke the kiss, I was so breathless I couldn’t think clearly.
“You taste divine.”
I tugged at his shirt until I could reach my hand underneath. A smile slowly curled across his face as he studied me, allowing me to press the tips of my fingers against his chest. But as soon as I did, a deep growl rumbled from the depths of his chest.
“You taste like sin,” I responded, no longer tolerating his shirt. As I yanked the thin material, I was shocked it ripped in my hands, laughing nervously. “Oops. I hope that wasn’t your favorite.”
“In fact, it was. You owe me. More than just a shirt.” He yanked it away, ripping the rest until he was able to toss it aside.
