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  Reaching out, she laid her hand on him. The muscles beneath her fingers jumped before hardening to steel and the heavy thump of his heart beat against her palm. Placing her other hand on his stomach, she slid it upward, enjoying the feel of the crisp line of hair that ran from the center of his chest downward and disappeared into his pants. The hair was blond but slightly darker than the hair on his head.

  He captured her hands in his and kissed them before stepping back. “Much more of that and you won’t get dessert.” His voice was deep and husky with desire and she shifted uncomfortably as her body clenched with need.

  Turning from her, he lit the candle under a small fondue pot that was set up on the upper part of the counter before he went to the refrigerator and pulled out several containers. While he was rummaging around the cupboards, setting up a few more things, she took the opportunity to study him further. The man was as fine from behind as he was from the front. The muscles in his back and arms rippled as he moved about the kitchen, and his butt was tight enough to make any woman drool.

  But it was the tattoo that captured her interest the most. It wrapped around his entire upper left arm and seemed to be barbed wire, if she wasn’t mistaken. It definitely enhanced his bad-boy image. “Was it painful to get?”

  He placed a plate on the counter next to her. “Was what painful?”

  “This.” She traced her finger over the design.

  “Not really. I was young and brave and stupid.” He laughed, but the laughter didn’t reach his eyes. Reaching over, he plucked something off the plate and held it to her lips. “Taste.”

  Candy was smart enough to know when someone wanted to change the subject, so she didn’t mention the stylized Celtic knot tattoo on his left shoulder. Maybe he was embarrassed by it. After all, lots of people did things when they were younger that they wished they hadn’t. She dismissed it from her mind as something smooth and cool touched her mouth.

  Flicking her tongue out, she tasted chocolate and strawberry. Taking a bite, she savored it. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth for more and he obliged, feeding her the entire treat. “That was delicious.”

  Twisting around, she looked with keen interest at the plate he’d laid there. A cream-filled, bite-sized pastry sat next to what looked like another one of those amazing brownies. There was another chocolate-covered strawberry as well, but this one seemed to be dark chocolate on one side and white chocolate on the other. Candy moaned in anticipation.

  Lucas chuckled as he picked up the pastry. It looked ridiculously tiny in his large fingers, but he held it firmly yet carefully as he raised it to her mouth. “Open.” She automatically parted her lips and he popped it inside.

  It occurred to her then that she trusted Lucas. Not just in a superficial way, but deep down all the way to her core. The way he handled the food said so much about him. He’d touch her the same way— firmly but gently, making sure she found satisfaction before he did. After all, up until now, she was the one who’d had all the pleasure. He was the one who’d been left unfulfilled. But not once had he mentioned it or complained. He seemed to get great enjoyment out of pleasing her and that made him a very unique man in her eyes.

  Too many men were in it for their own pleasure without any thought of their partner. A quick wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. She’d been lucky not to have that experience often, but it had happened to her while she was in college. Not all men were as giving, caring if their partners found pleasure. As long as they came, they didn’t care. She’d heard that complaint more than once from her few female friends, and the women’s magazines were filled with letters griping about just that thing.

  Theirs might not be a forever kind of relationship, but it would certainly be a mutually pleasurable one. And she’d never realized just how erotic it was to have a man feed her. The pastry practically melted in her mouth. The soft cream filling was slightly sweet and there was a touch of peppermint that made her mouth tingle.

  Lucas bent forward and licked her lips. The single stroke made her nipples tighten as she imagined his rough tongue tasting them, touching them. As if he could read her mind, he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and stroked her distended nipple through the fabric. This time she moaned aloud, unable to swallow back the sound of her pleasure.

  She almost cried out at the loss when his hand slid upward, cupping the back of her neck. His other hand joined the first and he slowly, methodically began to unhook her dress. When he was done, he lowered the bodice, exposing her breasts to his view.

  “Now for the real dessert.”

  Lucas could feel his mouth water as he lowered the top of Candy’s dress. Her breasts were large and full, tipped with pale pink nipples that were puckered into tight nubs. Nothing would stop him from having her this time. He had the entire night to discover all her secrets, to touch every inch of her velvety skin, to taste her and to savor her.

  His cock, which was already rock-hard, pressed against the zipper in his pants, straining to be released. He’d take her, and soon. But first, he had to taste her.

  His fingers looked large and rough against her creamy skin as he cradled her breasts. He plumped the soft mounds with his hands as he leaned forward and traced around the edge of one of her nipples with his tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he knew her short nails would leave a mark. Nuzzling his way to her other breast, he repeated his action.

  He smiled when she gripped his short hair and tugged his mouth to the tip of her swollen nipple. He knew what she wanted and was more than willing to oblige. Stroking the hard nub of one breast with his thumb, he rasped his tongue across the other before capturing it with his mouth and sucking hard.

  Candy moaned and arched her hips toward him, trying to get closer. With his free hand, he pushed beneath the skirt of her dress, shoving it high, until his fingers found her sex. Damn, she was so hot and wet it took all his control not to come in his pants. He found it incredibly exciting that she held nothing back, but gave herself completely.

  His fingers traced the swollen, slick lips of her labia before slipping past her tight entrance and deep into her core. Using his thumb to stroke her clit, he thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, her inner muscles clenching tight around them.

  Candy was panting hard now as she hooked her legs around his waist and pumped her hips against him. He knew she was close by the desperate way she gripped his head, holding him to her. A bead of sweat rolled down his back as he continued to pleasure her. Capturing her nipple carefully between his teeth, he flicked the bud with his tongue. A high, keening noise escaped her lips as she tightened herself around him. He pushed his fingers as deep as they would go. Then she came.

  He could feel the gush of liquid from her core, coating his hand. She cried out again, the sound music to his ears as he kept his fingers in motion to bring her the maximum pleasure. “Enough,” she finally groaned. “I can’t take any more.” She seemed to melt in his arms, almost becoming boneless against him.

  Carefully, he withdrew his fingers from her as he raised his head from her breast. She gave him a sleepy, sated smile as her eyes drifted shut. Lucas captured the lobe of her ear between his teeth, giving it a slight nip. Candy moaned, her neck arching to give him better access. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered.

  Chapter Ten

  All remnants of sleepiness fled as Lucas growled in her ear. He sounded hungry for her, and even though moments before she’d been totally sated, she could feel her body already beginning to respond to him again. The hunger, so recently appeased, was returning. Once again, Lucas had given her pleasure. Now, she wanted to give it to him.

  “Lift me off the counter.” The sultry command sounded strange coming from her lips, but she knew what she wanted to do. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her down, holding her steady until she found her balance.

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back a step and was surprised at how easily he moved. His chest and torso gleamed with a lig
ht sheen of sweat. He was so large and strong, there was no way for her to make him move if he didn’t want to. His hands hung by his sides, his fingers clenched into fists. But she felt no fear, only anticipation.

  Her dress hung around her hips, leaving her naked from the waist up, but Candy didn’t feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she felt womanly and powerful. Lucas’ eyes were like blue fire as he watched her, heating her skin until it was almost burning.

  Giving her hips a quick shimmy, she loosened her dress, letting it drop around her ankles before stepping out of the folds. She stood there clad only in her thigh-high stockings and high-heeled shoes. With her hair still piled on top of her head, there was nothing to hinder his view of her.

  “You are so beautiful.” His words washed over her like a physical caress. Usually, she felt self-conscious about her ample curves, but not with Lucas. He made her feel sexy.

  One step brought her directly in front of him and she placed her hands on his chest, kneading the muscles beneath her fingers. Leaning forward, she flicked his flat nipple with her tongue and smiled when his hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. Taking her time, she nibbled and licked her way down his washboard abdomen. He sucked in his stomach as she worked her way lower.

  Standing straight again, she smiled at him and then lowered herself gracefully to her knees. “Candy,” he groaned as she positioned herself in front of him, using her dress to cushion her knees. She made quick work of his button and zipper and his cock thrust out in front of him. The man did like to go commando!

  Wrapping her hand around his length, she stroked him from base to tip. He was a big man in all ways and his erection was no exception. The head was like a large plum and as she watched, liquid seeped from the tip. Leaning forward, she licked at it with her tongue. She savored his taste— salty and warm.

  “Take me in your mouth, sugar.” His low command sent a shaft of desire pulsing through her core. She wanted to do everything with him. Anything he wanted.

  Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid the head of his cock past her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. As she learned his size and shape with her mouth and tongue, she kept her hands busy. She cupped and stroked his swollen testicles with one hand while continuing to stroke the base of his cock with the other.

  “That’s it, baby,” he moaned. “Try to relax. You can take more.” He flexed his hips forward and she found that she could indeed take him deeper.

  His movements got jerkier as his hips pumped faster. She could feel his scrotum getting tighter to his body as his cock throbbed harder. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her steady as he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. “I’m coming.” He started to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. She wanted all of him, everything he had to give her.

  He came hard and fast, his cum shooting down her throat. She gagged reflexively, but recovered quickly and swallowed. She kept sliding her hand up and down his length as he emptied himself. When he was done, she gave the head of his cock one final swipe with her tongue before sitting back on her heels. She felt as satisfied as a cat that had just eaten a bowl of cream.

  Lucas reached out his hands and grasped the counter for support as he struggled for breath. While she was waiting for him to recover, she admired the view. He really was an exceptionally good-looking man. He was so hard everywhere, it gave her shivers just thinking about it.

  Finally, he hitched his pants back up and zipped them closed. His eyes were unreadable as he stared down at her. “Thank you.”

  For the first time, she realized how vulnerable she was just sitting naked at his feet. “You’re welcome.” She struggled to stand and he was right there, practically lifting her back to her feet.

  “Are you ready to continue dessert now that we’ve taken the edge off?” There was a glint in his eye that told her he was up to something, but she’d come too far to stop now.

  Trying to seem sophisticated and nonchalant about standing around in the kitchen in the nude, she nodded. “Sure.”

  Before she could blink, he had her sitting back on the wide, low counter as he turned away and fiddled with the fondue pot he’d set up earlier. She supported herself with her hands as her legs dangled over the edge.

  “Lie back.”

  She blinked at him, uncertain she’d heard him correctly. “Lie back?”

  He didn’t ask again. Reaching out, he gripped her by the shoulders and lowered her until her back was touching the wide countertop. It felt cold against her back and she arched upward. Lucas tweaked her nipple with her fingers, making it pucker even tighter. “Perfect.”

  He reached out and took the small pot off the flame, holding it carefully by the handle. “Chocolate is an aphrodisiac.” Grabbing a small brush off the counter, he dipped it into the melted chocolate and began to paint around the edges of her nipples.

  Candy sucked in her breath as the chocolate touched her skin. It wasn’t hot enough to burn, but it was incredibly warm. The soft bristles of the brush stroking her flesh, combined with the heavenly smell, was incredibly arousing as Lucas continued to paint her breasts with the chocolate, leaving her nipples bare. “Lucas,” she moaned as the side of his hand “accidentally” brushed her nipple as he worked.

  “Shhh,” he admonished. “I’m an artist at work. I put in this lower counter so I could sit if I was doing any intricate decorating work on cakes and such. But I can see now that it has many other possible functions.” He stood back and admired her breasts before beginning to paint around her bellybutton. “Baking and decorating are art forms much like painting or sculpting, you know.”

  No, she didn’t know. How could he expect her to think, let alone try to follow a conversation with that brush tickling her sensitive skin? But he didn’t seem to expect her to answer as he kept on working. He set the fondue pot back of the counter before carefully placing a candied cherry in her navel.

  Leaning over her, he licked both tips of her nipples until they were wet before dusting them with sugar. She looked down at herself unable to believe what he was doing. Her breasts were dark with the chocolate rimming her nipples while the tips themselves shimmered white in their sugar coating. She could just see the cherry peeking out of her navel.

  “Almost done.” Her eyes flew to his. “Then I get to eat.” Her head went back to the counter with a thunk and she closed her eyes. Surely, he didn’t mean what she thought he did.

  Warm liquid oozed between her thighs and she forced her eyes open again. Lucas was holding a bottle of honey, letting a slow trickle of the golden substance dribble between her thighs. “Lucas!” she wailed as she tried to close her legs, but with him standing between them, it was impossible.

  He placed the bottle back on the counter and leaned forward. “I’ve been dreaming of this dessert for days.” Candy cried out as he took one of her sugared nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. He slowly and methodically ate his way outward, licking and sucking all the chocolate from around her breast. Then he did the same to the other one.

  Candy writhed and moaned, feeling her cream seep from her core and slip between the globes of her behind. It mixed with the warm honey and the smell of both permeated the air.

  He worked his way down her stomach, kissing and licking a path to her navel. She sucked in her stomach as he plucked the cherry out with his teeth. Holding it securely, he surged upward and kissed her, slipping the cherry past her lips before retreating once again.

  The cherry was sweet and sticky in her mouth. She managed to chew it up and swallow it just before Lucas’ mouth moved between her thighs. His tongue swiped up one side of her labia and down the other. She thumped her feet against the cupboards as she arched her hips toward him.

  “Delicious,” he murmured as he sucked her swollen lips. “Your essence adds the perfect flavor to the honey.” Candy could only shiver as he sucked the hard nub of flesh at the apex of her sex.

  She felt so empty and desperately wanted t
o feel him inside her. “Lucas,” she wailed as he continued to taste her. “I want you. Now,” she added forcefully, tugging at his hair.

  His hair was standing up in small spikes and his lips glistened from the combination of honey and her cream as he straightened. A smear of chocolate covered his cheek. Reaching into his back pocket, he yanked out a condom. He had his pants open, his erection sheathed and was poised at her entrance before she could even blink.

  He wrapped his hands around her upper thighs, holding them wide open as his cock probed at her opening. He inserted the blunt tip, stretching her. He was so big and it had been such a long time for her. But she wanted him, all of him. “More.” She was unable to reach him with her hands, so she tilted her hips upward, trying to drive him deeper.

  Lucas didn’t hesitate. Holding her legs wide open, he thrust himself forward one inch at a time until his cock was buried to the hilt. Her inner muscles flexed and relaxed, accommodating his girth and length. It was almost uncomfortable, but it felt so good. But it wasn’t enough. “Move, Lucas.”

  He pulled back until just the head was still inside her, then he surged forward. “Harder,” she moaned.

  “Tell me what you want,” he ordered as he pulled back once again and held himself still, poised at her entrance.

  She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. “Fuck me, Lucas. Hard.” She’d never said those words before, but found it surprisingly liberating.

  It was if a dam broke within him, shattering his reserve. This time he plunged hard and deep. Over and over, he hammered into her. It was fierce and wild and elemental and she loved it. She’d never felt anything like it in her life.

  He shifted, leaning over her and wrapping his arms beneath her, his hands cupping her shoulders as he held her steady for each thrust. She locked her ankles at the base of his spine, pushing him against her with every thrust. It was too much. It would never be enough.