Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
He didn’t miss the sensual, almost daring look in her eyes, the slight bounce of her breasts, or the sway of her hips as she closed the distance between them. She was holding two empty wineglasses in one hand and the dessert plate in the other and set the drinkware in the sink.
A heap of fluffy mousse remained on the dish and he automatically said, “You still have one bite left.”
She tossed the fork into the sink and handed him the plate. “Then feed it to me.”
The words came out like a dare since, without the fork, she clearly expected him to use his fingers. Who was this bold, sassy woman, and what had she done with the Jessica he thought he knew?
Was she aware that he was not the type of guy to back down from a challenge? She was about to find out. With his index finger, he swiped the last piece of chocolate mousse on the plate and brought it up to her mouth. “Open up,” he ordered.
To his surprise, she did, letting him push his finger and the last bit of dessert into her waiting mouth. With her seductive gaze holding his, she closed her lips around his finger, and instead of pulling it back out like he should have, Derek waited to see what she’d do next.
She didn’t disappoint. Her soft tongue curled over the tip, and his brain went straight into the gutter, imagining she was licking his stiff cock instead. The swipe of her tongue might as well have been directly on his already throbbing dick. As she took the length in her mouth and sucked off the sweet, chocolatey mousse with greedy enthusiasm, a soft moan of pleasure echoed from the back of her throat.
It was all he could do not to drop the plate and adjust his straining erection with his free hand. And when she finished, she released him with a pop and licked her bottom lip, as if not wanting to miss a single dollop of chocolate. It was an erotic invitation, and his entire body vibrated with the need to taste her. After setting the plate on the counter, he slid his hand to the side of her neck, wishing for a moment that she’d left her hair down so he had the opportunity to know what those silky strands would feel like tangled around his fingers.
He grazed her jawline with his thumb, then pushed her chin up, raising her mouth, giving her every opportunity to stop the madness. She didn’t. Her lashes fell to half-mast, and she waited, unmoving, for him to close the short distance between them.
Fuck it. Done resisting their attraction, he finally kissed her.
At first touch, she gasped, then moaned, her lips parting to let his tongue sweep inside. She tasted sweet, like chocolate, and so addicting he craved more. Pressing his body to hers, he backed her up until they hit the counter, and when he had her cornered, he rolled his hips, letting her feel the thick length of his cock straining the front of his shorts. She let out a soft, kittenish mewl and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, tilting her hips to his, as if trying to fit his erection between her thighs to find some kind of relief.
Their mouths hadn’t parted, and God, there was so much hunger in the kiss. So much heat and passion in her response, it lit his blood on fire. Need spiked through him and damnable thoughts flew through his head. Thoughts of spinning her around so she faced the counter. Of shoving her lounge pants and panties down her legs, ditching his shorts, and discovering how warm and tight her pussy would feel wrapped around his aching cock. Or how her lush ass would cushion his hard, driving thrusts as he fucked her from behind.
Knowing he was teetering on the edge of doing something far more reckless than a kiss, he tore his mouth from hers.
She moaned a protest. “Derek,” she whispered, and he didn’t miss the aching need in her voice.
“I know.” He pressed his forehead against hers and groaned, and when their heavy breathing subsided, he lifted his head and framed her face in his hands. “But I shouldn’t have touched you. I shouldn’t be kissing you. And I damned sure shouldn’t be thinking about all the dirty, filthy things I want to do to you,” he said, hoping that if he heard the words out loud, he’d convince himself to do the right thing and let her go. Because when he’d slipped his finger between her lips with that chocolate mousse, he hadn’t been thinking at all. Not of the consequences or all the reasons he had not to give in to temptation.
Until she tried to obliterate his good intentions. “What if I want you to?”