Page 31 of Dirty Chef
When Adam came back, the first thing he did was to hook his hands under my knees and swiftly pull me closer to the edge. A gasp got lodged in my throat, and I steadied myself with my hands on his body—one on his bicep, one on his chest, more accurately.
“Keep your hands there,” he ordered quietly when I’d begun reluctantly moving away.
I sucked in a breath, elated, terrified, turned on, hopeful beyond belief. And I kept my hands on him.
“Open,” he whispered.
I parted my lips, and he slipped a small square into my mouth. It was another explosion of flavors, and the tip of his finger was still between my lips when I swept my tongue around the treat. Adam whispered a low curse and gripped my hip.
My chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths.
Dark chocolate mousse, creamy strawberry filling, tequila, and a slightly crispy shell of white chocolate. This was a finalist. It was amazing.
“You’re missing one ingredient.” His words barely registered, because he chose that moment to step closer and slide his nose along my throat.
I bit down on my lip to stifle a whimper.
“You can do it, Alessia,” he murmured in my ear, but I fucking couldn’t. He was everywhere, and I was finally touching him. I slipped my hands up his broad chest as he stroked my thighs sensually. I wasn’t mistaking things; it was impossible.
“I don’t know,” I croaked.
“Yes, you do.” His teeth scraped against my jaw. “Think, baby.”
I trembled and pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. At the same time, my head grew too heavy. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.
He shivered.
The taste was so light, and it was—it was floral. A contrast to Adam’s masculine scent.
“Rose wat—no. Combier Rose, we have a bottle of it downstairs.”
“I knew you’d figure it out.” He cupped the back of my neck and inched away, only to come at me again and cover my mouth with his in a fiery kiss.
The sensations and everything that’d transpired tonight swirled up inside me and caused me to implode right then and there.
I locked my arms around his neck and pressed my body as close to his as I could, and I threw myself into the kiss.
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Adam Grady
She drove me fucking crazy.
I let my hands travel her stunning body, at goddamn last, and I deepened the kiss. I tasted her; I tasted the chocolate, the alcohol, everything—her sweetness and her urgency. Jesus fuck, one kiss with Alessia and I was done for. I swept my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers, and I legit got dizzy.
My pulse had gone through the roof ages ago, and my heart threatened to pound its way out of my chest.
Slipping my hands underneath her knees, I yanked her closer and wrapped her legs around my hips. Then I ripped off the dumb blindfold and kissed her again. Screw air. She was all I needed.
The passion she poured into each kiss pushed at my mind-set. The way she touched me, the way her hands roamed my chest, her shallow little panting noises—if she didn’t watch it, she’d turn me into a savage in no time.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I eased her back with a tug and kissed my way down her neck. I heard her sharp intake of air and her subsequent moan as I sucked on her skin. With my free hand, I finally got up close and personal with her spectacular tits. I cupped the underside of one breast and brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it constrict under my touch.
It wasn’t enough. We hadn’t exchanged a damn word since I’d kissed her, and I was already wondering how long I’d have to wait until I could bury myself inside her.
I wanted to consume her.
The heat radiating from her spurred me on. It taunted me. Same with her touches. When she raked her fingernails over my scalp and tugged at my hair to meet her in a kiss again, I nearly lost it. She bit my bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. I shuddered and pressed my cock between her thighs. Fuck, we had to lose our clothes ASAP.
I kissed her hungrily and kneaded her breasts, pushing them together and pinching her nipples, and she arched into me and gasped. The sound was so fucking sexy that I couldn’t take it anymore.
Maybe she couldn’t either. A beat later, I felt one of her hands slip up under my tee.
Instinct took over. I inched back, breathing heavily, only to yank my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. The wildfire in her eyes settled shit for me. I grabbed ahold of her delectable ass and lifted her off the counter, then dropped to my knees and pulled her down on the floor with me. I covered her in an instant, and she cried out hoarsely as I pushed my cock against her pussy.
