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Flavor of the Month. Tori Carrington
Читать онлайн.Название Flavor of the Month
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isbn 9781472028655
Автор произведения Tori Carrington
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Blaze
Издательство HarperCollins
“Take a sip of wine.” He took her hand and placed the wineglass in her fingers. She slowly drank, then he took the glass back. “Open.”
She swallowed hard, her heart beginning to pound at the easy cadence of his words. His voice was deep and more intoxicating than the fine wine. His closeness did strange things to her, making her feel as if she stood in the beam of an electrical current. Her skin felt alive and tingly, her toes were curled up in her tennis shoes, and it seemed to take all of her concentration to keep her breathing from becoming a rasp.
Seafood.
Shrimp.
No, a prawn.
Cooked in a sweet coconut mixture that set her mouth to watering and her throat to humming.
While she’d always been a great lover of food, sweets had always been more her thing. The more sugar the better, was her motto. And her mother had come from a sturdy meat-and-potatoes background, with lots of cabbage stuck in for flavor. Having Ben introduce her to a whole new spectrum of culinary delicacies and tastes made her shiver in anticipation.
She slowly chewed the food. “So, um, how did the desserts go over at the restaurant? I hope there weren’t too many complaints?”
“Shh. It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.”
She giggled then caught herself. “Who died and made you the manners police?”
He slid the fork inside her mouth again, filling it with a mixture that would take her a half hour to try to identify. Then she felt his breath against her other ear, indicating he was no longer sitting but was moving behind her. “No, I’m just a man hoping you’ll let him sample some of your…desserts when I’m done.”
Oh, boy…
“In fact, do you mind if I take a little taste now?”
Reilly gasped when she felt his tongue against the right side of her neck. A long, probing lick that nearly melted her into a puddle at his feet. The sensation was doubly powerful because she hadn’t known it was coming.
“Mmm. Just as I thought.”
What? she wanted to ask, but found that she couldn’t. Did you pick up baking grit?
“You taste as good as you look.”
She somehow managed to swallow the bite in her mouth and crossed her arms over her breasts in case he could see how very powerfully his attentions were affecting her—that is, making her nipples fully erect. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
She heard his chuckle on the left side, throwing her equilibrium off even further. “On the contrary, Reilly, you’re the most appetizing thing I’ve seen…tasted, in a long, long time.”
She couldn’t help an indelicate snort, the sound ringing loud in the cavernous room.
Oh, now that was sexy.
She cleared her throat, wishing she could disappear as easily as the world had behind the blindfold. “Sorry.”
“You’re determined to ruin this seduction scene, aren’t you?” he whispered, making her shiver all over again.
“Is this, um, what this is? And here I thought it was just dinner.”
His abrupt chuckle told her he could still be surprised. “It will be if you don’t shut up.”
He put another forkful of food into her mouth when she might have said something. She ignored his earlier rebuke about talking with her mouth full and said, “You and my mother will have to have a talk. Because she wasn’t very good at getting me to be quiet, either.”
She felt fingers against her knee and nearly hit her head on the kitchen ceiling.
Had she thought, oh boy? Yes, she had. But this definitely deserved a more panicked one.
Reilly had never been very good with seduction. Neither as the seduced nor the seductress. She’d quickly found out she was too high-strung for that. While she was patient with nearly every other aspect of her life, when it came to sex she liked it fast and hard and spontaneous. Something that didn’t require her to think. Or didn’t call for her to sit still without squirming for an extended period of time.
“Tell me what you’re tasting, Reilly,” Ben said.
She realized that she hadn’t registered that bite. “I don’t know. All I can think about is your hand on my knee.”
He moved to her other ear. “Then tell me how you’re feeling.”
Like I want you to remove your hand. “Like I want to jump out of my skin.”
Another quiet chuckle. “Not quite the imagery I was after.”
Of course it wouldn’t be. He was probably thinking more along the lines of hot ovens and temperature probes. But all she could think about was how…awkward she felt having one of L.A.’s hottest men trying to seduce her.
She whispered, “Sorry. That’s all I’ve got to give.”
His fingers budged up the inside of her leg.
Oh, God.
“How do you feel now?”
Like ripping off this blindfold and having my way with you on my kitchen island…
The thought caught Reilly so far off guard that she gripped the sides of the stool to keep from falling off. Was she, inexperienced Reilly Chudowski, really considering taking Ben Kane up on his offer for hot sex?
Yes, she realized, she was.
And as he inched his hand farther up her inner thigh, the desire inched up along with it. Oh, yes. She liked that. She liked that very much. She reached out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt then pulled his mouth down to hers, deciding that his idea of skipping straight to dessert was a pretty good one after all.
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