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by Bourne, Phyllis


  “You can’t possibly expect me to eat this.” She stared at the cake, a look of awe on her face. “It’s too beautiful.”

  No, you’re beautiful, he thought. “You have to eat it. We had a deal, remember?”

  “Is this the only one you want me to try?”

  Adam shook his head. “I thought we’d start off with this one. I have two more in the kitchen. I’ll go get them,” he said.

  This time he was the one stepping away from her, hoping a few moments of distance would cool him off.

  In the kitchen, Adam slid his hand down over his face in frustration. How in the hell was he supposed to concentrate on cake with a raging hard-on and everything about the woman in the next room exciting him even more?

  He was a man who prided himself on always being in control, but this whole thing was getting out of hand, he thought, bracing his palms on the edge of the stainless-steel stove. Forget their deal. The best course of action was to march out there and let Brandi off the hook.

  Adam spun around to go into the dining room to do just that, but instead slammed into her. The impact of the collision sent the silverware in Brandi’s hands clanging to the floor and her against the kitchen island.

  Instinctively, he grabbed ahold of her arms to steady her. Their eyes met and held for a moment.

  “You okay? I didn’t see you behind me.”

  She nodded, her backside against the island. “I thought I’d make myself useful by getting the forks.”

  He looked down at her upturned face. Her lips were slightly parted and he could feel the warmth of her breath.

  “Brandi, maybe you should go. My mind isn’t on chocolate this evening.”

  “Neither is mine,” she said softly.

  “The truth is, all I can think about is how badly I want…”

  She silenced him with a brief touch of her fingertips to his mouth.

  “Don’t tell me,” she whispered. “Show me.”

  Adam swore hoarsely under his breath and clasped a handful of her hair. The thick, glossy curls felt like silk against his fingertips. Pulling her to him, he seized her mouth in a kiss that was both long and deep. Unlike their first brief kiss, he had the luxury of time to savor her sweet taste and the feel of her tongue mingling with his.

  She moaned deep in her throat. One of her hands cradled the back of his neck and the other drifted down to his butt, both wrenched him closer until his body was flush with hers. The move made it unmistakably clear. She wanted him just as badly.

  He ground his erection against her and she arched forward. Adam could feel her taut nipples against his chest, and he tore his mouth from hers.

  As if she sensed his next move, Brandi grabbed the edge of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders as the discarded garment fell to the floor.

  Adam stared down at the red lace bra encasing her breasts and sucked in a sharp breath. He caressed them with his eyes before allowing his hands to touch her bare skin. Aah, satin smooth. Just as he’d imagined it.

  Cupping her breasts in his palms, Adam balanced their delicious weight in his hands as he smoothed his thumbs over her beaded nipples. He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts not covered by the sexy red bra, running the tip of his tongue along the scalloped edge where lace met skin.

  God, she tasted good. His hands continued to explore her breasts while his lips kissed a path to the pulse point on her throat he’d spent the last weeks dreaming of putting his mouth on. The sweet spot thumped an erratic beat against his mouth as the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume, mingled with a scent that was uniquely Brandi, consumed him.

  “Adam,” she gasped.

  The sound of his name on her lips cut through the sensual haze enveloping him, and he reluctantly pulled away. He closed his eyes to rally his strength before taking a step backward. His cock twitched in protest at being deprived of her inviting warmth.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

  Adam looked from her lace-encased breasts to her face. He held her gaze a moment, and the vulnerability he saw within the depths of her eyes reaffirmed his decision to do right by her.

  “Are you certain this is what you want?” he asked. “At this point, we can put the brakes on and go back to being simply neighbors.”

  There was a beat of silence, which crawled by like hours, before she answered with a nod.

  “Say it,” he said, wanting to make absolutely sure.

  Her eyes never left his face as she reached down and palmed his heavy erection. He locked his knees to keep them from buckling. Just when he didn’t think he could get any harder, he did.

  “I want you to do what you promised,” she demanded.

  With little or no blood left in his brain, Adam couldn’t recall his own name, let alone what he’d apparently told her.

  “Exactly what did I promise?”

  Releasing his cock, Brandi leaned back against the edge of the counter and undid the front clasp on her bra. Adam swallowed as he watched her big, beautiful breasts bounce free from their lacy confinement.

  His mouth went dry at the sight of the round globes, the areolas surrounding taut nipples darkened by passion. She let the bra straps slip off her shoulders before removing it and flinging it to the floor on top of her discarded sweater.

  “You promised—if I came over to taste your chocolate—

  to give me an experience I wouldn’t forget.”

  Chapter 11

  The air left Brandi’s lungs with a whoosh as Adam effortlessly picked her up by the waist and deposited her onto the island’s granite countertop.

  She didn’t know a woman alive who didn’t want to feel feather-light in a man’s arms, and up until now, she’d thought it was an impossibility for her. They’d barely gotten started, and already the man had kept his promise and given her something to cherish forever.

  Adam skimmed his hands along Brandi’s thighs, causing her skirt to ride up. His fingertips continued their advance until he reached the waistband of her hose.

  “Lift,” he commanded.

  Leaning backward, she braced her hands behind her and did as she was told. She raised her bottom off the countertop allowing him to pull the panty hose down over her hips.

  Adam licked his full lips, sending a shudder through her. He slowly peeled the offending stockings off her legs and added them to the growing pile of clothing on the kitchen floor.

  Her skirt pushed up around her waist, she watched his gaze zero in on her skimpy bikinis, a perfect match to the red lace bra.

  An appreciative gleam lit his dark brown eyes.

  “Pretty panties.” He stepped between her legs. “I was afraid you’d have on granny panties in one of your attempts to dissuade me.”

  “And would they have?”

  Adam grasped her legs and yanked. Her bottom slid along the smooth countertop until his erection collided with the apex of her thighs.

  “Do I feel like a man dissuaded?”

  Brandi moaned as excitement dampened her panties at the concrete feel of him. He swallowed her cry with his mouth. The kiss was rough and possessive in contrast to his achingly gentle hands, which kneaded her breasts while his thumbs teased her nipples.

  Just when she thought she’d pass out from sheer pleasure, he replaced his thumbs with his mouth. She gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer. However, her urgency didn’t hurry him. He languidly sucked her breasts, lavishing each one with rapt attention.

  Instinctively, she gyrated her core against his hardness. The exquisite friction made her tingle all over. Layers of cloth still separated their lower bodies, but it felt so good she could come from this contact alone.

  He tore his mouth from her breast.

 
; “Oh, no you don’t,” he said. “If anybody’s going to make you come, it’s going to be me.”

  He deftly removed her lace panties and added them to the heap on the floor. The move left her naked, except for the skirt still bunched around her waist. Her thighs were splayed open, but before she could feel self-conscious, he quickly repositioned her. He placed the backs of her knees on his shoulders, leaving her legs dangling over his broad back.

  “I know you’re supposed to do the tasting tonight, but I can’t resist going first.”

  He leaned in and dropped a kiss to the top of her mound.

  “Adam, please,” she said, his name a breathless plea.

  Brandi heard a growl vibrate low in his throat before he covered her innermost spot with his mouth. It was all she could do not to buck off the counter as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive folds and feasted on her.

  He made love to her with his mouth.

  His lips.

  His tongue.

  Each touch, each kiss, each suck and every lick arousing her to heights she didn’t know existed. She dropped back onto her elbows, arched her back and pressed her slick, swollen folds against his superbly talented tongue.

  Brandi came fast and hard, shouting his name over the shockwaves of the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  He caught her boneless body before it collapsed on the hard countertop and hugged her close. Brandi melted into him, her arms around his neck and legs wound tightly around his waist.

  Tucking a knuckle under her chin, he raised it and grazed her lips with a whisper-soft kiss that tasted of her.

  “That was…” Brandi searched her brain for an adjective big enough to describe what they’d just shared and how it made her feel.

  “Only the beginning,” he finished for her. “I made you a promise, and I fully intend to keep it.”

  His large hands cupped her bottom and he carried her out of the kitchen and through the dining room, her body still wrapped around his. He paused in front of a door before kicking it open and striding through it.

  Brandi exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh when he laid her in the center of his king-size bed. The plush comforter beneath her felt like she was sinking into a cloud.

  He switched on a bedside lamp bathing the room in amber light. While the majority of his place was a decorating work in progress, the bedroom, like his kitchen, was complete.

  Brandi soaked in her surroundings. The room reflected the man. The dark wood of the heavy furniture was reminiscent of his smooth, espresso-brown skin, while the faint scent of chocolate she’d forever associate with him clung to his pillow.

  “I think we can get rid of this.” Adam stood at the edge of the bed and tugged at the hem of her skirt.

  Brandi lifted her hips and it shimmied down her body, and he flung it aside. He stared down at her nakedness. Goose bumps erupted on her bare skin under his scrutiny.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.” His deep voice took on a husky quality, and she had no doubt he meant what he said. Then again, Adam Ellison had proved to be a man who’d never been anything but completely honest. “I could spend hours just looking at you.”

  Brandi realized she was the only one devoid of clothing. He was still completely dressed, including the black, bibbed apron hanging around his neck.

  “I can hardly believe you’re finally in my bed.” He continued to look at her nude body as if he were committing every inch of it to memory.

  “Neither can I,” she confided, emboldened by his stark appraisal. She looked over at the wall separating their bedrooms. “Do you know how many times I lay in my bed on the other side of that wall thinking about you?”

  “Really?” He sounded surprised.

  She nodded. “I came close to knocking on your door in the middle of the night again.”

  He raised a brow. “What for?”

  “To see you without those clothes.”

  He chuckled and the rich timbre made her core tingle in anticipation. Brandi rose and then leaned back on her elbows to watch as one by one, every item of clothing joined her skirt on the carpet.

  The man’s nude body was a work of art, and she paid homage to it with her hungry gaze. From his wide shoulders down to his flat abdominals and lower to the massive erection jutting out from between his muscular thighs, the fact he was hers for tonight overwhelmed her senses and flooded her with desire.

  Brandi felt the bed dip as he joined her. Immediately, her hands reached out to touch what up until now only her eyes had taken pleasure in. She skimmed eager fingers over his defined chest and broad back, before letting them roam below the waist to his lean hips and taut rear end.

  Saving the best for last, she took his steely length in her hand and heard his sharp intake of breath in her ear. The long, thick feel of him shoved her first orgasm into the distant past, and all she could think about was her next one.

  “If you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over before it starts,” he warned.

  “I want you inside me,” she said, squirming on the bed, “now.”

  Adam reached between them and brought the hand wrapped around him to his lips. Slowly, deliberately, he kissed the tips of her fingers one by one. “So what else did you think about on the other side of that wall in the middle of the night?”

  “Please,” she begged, wanting what only he could give her. “Don’t tease me. I’ve spent too many nights in bed alone tormented by fantasies of you and chocolate.”

  He reached past her to retrieve a condom from the nightstand drawer, and she unconsciously licked her lips watching him sheath himself.

  Positioning himself over her, he nudged her opening with his incredible hardness and everything female in her clenched in excitement.

  “If it’s chocolate you want…” He paused. “There’s plenty in the kitchen.”

  The heat of his muscular body surrounded her, and any self-control Brandi had left was trumped by overpowering need. Gripping his behind with her hands, she thrust her hips upward, uniting them.

  The hoarse sounds of their collective gasps filled the room.

  “God, you feel good,” he rasped.

  “Oh, yeah,” Brandi said breathlessly. “This is the chocolate I’ve craved all along.”

  Adam surged forward, deeper. “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

  * * *

  It was after midnight when Adam awoke, a sleeping Brandi snuggled deep within his embrace.

  He lifted his chin off the top of her head, and peeled his body away from hers. She stirred, but the pull of sleep was too strong.

  Gingerly pulling back the comforter, he got out of bed and re-covered her naked body. He fought the urge to let his hands slide over the spectacular curves he’d touched at least a hundred times last night and already committed to memory. He felt himself getting hard again and crossed the room for his robe.

  She deserved her sleep, Adam thought. He’d ridden her hard last night, and she’d given as good as she got, matching him stroke for stroke. Her cries of passion still rang in his ears.

  What kind of loser would leave a woman like her at the altar? he wondered as he picked her clothes up off the kitchen floor. No doubt her ex would eventually realize his mistake, but it was too late.

  Brandi was his now, Adam thought and hoped like hell it was true. That thought brought him to his real reason for not waking her up. He didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.

  As if she read his mind, Brandi appeared in the bedroom doorway. Her nude body was wrapped in his bedsheet. The vision brought to mind ancient statues of voluptuous goddesses art lovers traveled across Europe to view.

  “You’re up.” He stated the obvious, taking in her tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips.

  She had the look of a
woman who’d been thoroughly made love to, and he felt honored she’d trusted him with her body.

  Now he had to convince her to trust him with her heart.

  “I was looking for my clothes,” she said. “I’d better be getting back to my place. It’s past midnight, and my alarm goes off at five.”

  “You can’t go yet.”

  “But it’s a school night.” She lifted a brow and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “And thanks to you, I’m exhausted.”

  “Too tired for cake?”

  Her eyes widened, and her face lit up like a kid who’d been offered keys to a candy store. “I think I can stay a bit longer,” she said. “Just let me get dressed, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  Adam ate up the distance between them in two long strides. He picked her up caveman-style and tossed her over his shoulder.

  “Oh, my God! What are you doing?” She giggled as she kicked her legs and pummeled his back with her fists. “Put me down.”

  He gave her a playful smack on her backside. “Don’t fight me, woman.”

  Adam strode back into the bedroom and dropped her onto the sex-rumpled bed. “Lay back and make yourself comfortable while I round up the cakes.”

  “But my clothes?”

  “Are off-limits until further notice.”

  He returned with a tray with two of the cakes he’d intended for her to taste before they were sidetracked, accompanied by a tall glass of water and a saucer of unsalted water crackers to cleanse her palate between bites. Brandi was sitting up in his bed leaning against a cluster of pillows, the sheet wrapped enticingly around her breasts and tucked under her arms.

  She smiled as he walked in the room, and his heart split open with a burst of sheer adoration.

  “I hope you’re not going to worry yourself over calories,” he said.

  Brandi rubbed her hands together as she stared at the cake-laden tray. “Just this once, I’m not going to fret over a single one,” she said. “I’ve been working out like a maniac for weeks waiting on this, so I plan to enjoy every bite guilt free.”

 

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