“What kind of payment will you take?” I brushed my fingers across his collarbone, drifting them ever so slowly to his chest. As I darted my eyes to his face, I could read his thoughts clearly and loved every one of them.
“Anything I want.”
“Mmm… We’re playing with fire.”
“And suddenly, I just don’t give a damn.”
He shoved me against the island, cupping both sides of my face, his eyes shimmering before he darted them back and forth.
It was another moment where all time stopped, the echoing sound of my rapidly beating heart heard the only sound besides his labored breathing. Tiptoeing around each other had been nothing more than a powerful draw, an intolerable force of nature.
“I can’t wait to drive my cock into your wet pussy. And tonight, I’ll claim your tight asshole as well.”
His filthy words made me shudder. He lowered his head slowly, breathing across my face. When he captured my mouth once again, I was torn between the building lust and the rational woman who knew letting go was likely not a good idea. Yet all sense of purpose faded as he kissed me as if he was taking his dying breath, the sensations tearing through me impossible to describe.
As his tongue explored, I closed my eyes, wishing that this could last forever. The roaring passion continued until suddenly, I couldn’t feel him any longer. The loss of explosive heat and hisbody weight was tremendous, and I blinked several times before realizing that he’d backed away by several feet. I pressed my fingers across my lips, still in a fog from the scintillating French kiss.
Nothing about him should surprise me, including when he yanked off my dress or when he raked his arm across the kitchen island, careful to avoid the special box of chocolates. The sound of items falling made my breath even heavier. It seemed his patience was all but shot, as he ripped at the straps on my bra, exposing my breasts. As soon as he did, he shook his head, cupping both. The hard squeeze brought another scattered whimper to my lips.
Reaching back, I grabbed the island to keep me from falling. Even with the weight of his body so close, I feared my legs would give out. That’s the kind of effect he had on me. As he lowered his head, I closed my eyes, the feel of his hot, wet mouth on my nipples amazing.
I was barely aware he’d removed the piece of lingerie until he pinched my nipples. The man knew exactly how to create a heated pool of wetness between my legs.
There was even more of a sense of urgency in him, the sound of lace ripping assaulting my senses as he yanked down my thong. Why was it that the thought of being naked in front of him while he was still lounging in jeans and boots was so thrilling?
He certainly wasn’t interested in taking his time. After sucking on one nipple then the other, biting down only once, I realized he’d grabbed something. A chocolate.
With a slight purr slipping past my lips, I watched intently as he popped the chocolate with his fingers, lifting his heated gaze while he drizzled my already swollen nipple with the liquid.
Another rugged growl.
Another intense look of possession.
Another drizzle before he engulfed my hardened bud.
“Oh, my God.” Every sound he made as he sucked the cordial from my body brought a wider smile.
How naughty of him.
He didn’t stop there, dragging his tongue between my breasts, crawling his fingers behind the trail he’d created. The bastard was toying with me, teasing me as I’d done with him.
Lifting his head, he drizzled the last of the liquid, waiting for a few seconds before sweeping his tongue through the scattered drops.
I wrapped my arm around his head, holding him in place, but he was having none of me being in control.
This time as he looked at me, he shook his head. “You’re such a naughty vixen. You’re right that you need practice in learning to surrender to my every need. Plus,” he continued as he rolled the tip of his finger down my nose, “I think you need a reminder.”
When he flipped me around, pushing me over the edge of the counter, my toes barely managed to touch the floor. Pushing up, I almost managed to escape, tormenting him even more.
He was too quick for me, tossing me down and crushing the full weight of his body against mine. Another round of noise hadme tossing my head over my shoulder. “What are you searching for?”
“The perfect implement. A man must improvise from time to time.” He lifted his arm, twirling the spoon in his hand.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Somehow, I managed to shove him back, rushing around the edge of the island.
But he was too quick for me, prepared for my little game. As soon as he dragged me back, hoisting me over the counter again, he wasted no time in bringing the spoon down on my buttocks.
“Oh, you are a horrible man.” I was shocked at the level of pain running through my system, in mild shock for a few seconds. “Stop. Just stop.” But a smile was on my face and a deep throbbing pulse between my legs.
