Page 36 of One Night Stand After Another
He held it out to her. “I dare you.”
“Easy.” She took the cup and tipped it to her lips. Warm. Thick. Sweet bliss. She savored the sip, using her tongue to catch every drop. “Want some?”
“Please.” But instead of taking the cup, he kissed her, teasing her upper lip with a quick, tantalizing brush of his tongue. It was a perfect, public kiss and not the kind she wanted at all. Her appetite vanished.
“That’s just not fair.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Chocolate is one of my very favorite things on earth, but right now I want you even more.”
A dangerous smile broke across Zane’s face. “Same. But I don’t feel this way very often, and I want to savor it. I love spending time with you, knowing you are enjoying yourself as much as I am. I love anticipating smelling chocolate on your skin and tasting chocolate in your mouth. I can’t wait to get you back into bed, but we’re going to visit every, single station. Next up: hot chocolate shots.” His gaze dared her. “Think you can handle it?”
“Game on.”
With every bite, every decadent morsel, every rich sampling of pure sin, her desire for him grew. She was ravenous, bottomless, hungry for each glancing touch or light kiss he bestowed on her as they meandered around the room.
Finally, they collapsed onto a cream-colored leather loveseat. He put his arm around her, and she snuggled into his side. “I’m all about the buttercream,” she said. “That cake. That crunch. Unforgettable.”
“Truffles,” he countered. “I’m a chocolate purist. But I want a box, not just a pair.”
“Do they sell them by the box?”
“You’re a genius.” He stood. “I’m on it.”
She looked up at him through her lashes and imagined a truffle melting on her tongue as she melted on his tongue. As if he’d caught the wave of her thought, he made a strangled noise. “Be right back.”
…
Zane waved his phone at the door of their room and crowded her inside. Every moment in the chocolate bar had been sweet torture for him. She laughed, hanging on to him for balance as he muscled her toward the bed. He tossed the box of truffles onto the mattress and caged her in his arms as he flattened her.
“I love your dress, by the way. I’ve been imagining it around your hips all night.” He half carried, half bounced her toward the top of the bed. “Would you like to play out my fantasy?”
She nodded, violet gaze glowing.
He began with her ankle, circling it with his fingers and raising her leg, looking up her skirt to where her thighs met, hiding the treasure he couldn’t wait to uncover. “Mmm…” He whispered kisses over her ankle, up her calf, lingering at the back of her knee, where he already knew she was ticklish. She jumped, and he grinned against her skin.
He toed off his shoes and stretched out between her thighs. Her dress still covered her, but she made way for him as he kissed his way up one thigh and down the other, staying inches away from her center. He wanted his first touch of her to be silken wet, which meant he needed to torment her a little bit.
He eased her dress up above her tiny black panties. He hadn’t seen any lines, but if he’d known she was wearing a thong, he wouldn’t have made it through every chocolate station. He closed his eyes and buried his face between her thighs, breathing deeply. He loved her scent, pure woman. He used the tip of his tongue, his sweet spot, to taste her through her panties. She squirmed. He pressed deeper.
He worked his hands under her round ass and squeezed and kneaded happily, tonguing the tender skin of her thigh where leg met panties. Her head was thrown back, and she watched him through half-closed lids.
“Best sight on earth,” she murmured, sighing, lifting her hips toward him.
He couldn’t wait any longer, not when she was wearing a sweater inspired by orgasms he’d given her. Not when her scent made him instantly hard. Not when they still had time.
He rose up onto his knees and yanked her panties down her hips. He backed up until he could get them off her legs, and then she lay spread wide open, just for him.
He opened the box of chocolates and selected the one she’d coveted on his plate. With one hand, he reached for her. With the other, he gently held the truffle to her lips. “Open wide.”
The chocolate entered her mouth at the same time his finger slipped into her heat. They both groaned. He slid down onto the bed and lowered his head. He’d imagined doing this slowly, but he changed his mind. He wanted to drive her up fast, with the taste of a great night on her lips. He fastened his lips around her clit and sucked, strongly, tonguing hard. At the same time, he thrust against her G-spot, rubbing firmly. It wasn’t nice. He was playing dirty, but she drove him wild, made him sharply aware of how much he’d been missing, how much more there was to life, how much he didn’t like being in the one-night-stand category for her.
When he was done with her, she would never be able to eat chocolate again without thinking of him. Maybe he wanted to make her pay a little bit, suffer in the best way possible, make her feel as powerless as he felt, in the grip of unexpected emotions.
Her orgasm was nearly instant. It was the fastest he had ever made anyone come, but he didn’t feel triumphant. He felt desperate as she screamed his name. He eased up, removing his fingers and gentling his tongue, licking everywhere but the tender spot he’d just ravaged.
Her fast pants slowed, and she sighed. Her hips began to roll, a signal he loved.
