The moment his mouth claimed hers, she met his intensity with her own and he recognized the raging passion burning beneath the surface. With fingers that burrowed in his hair and held tight, with lips that parted to accept his tongue, with her body that rubbed against his in a sensual dance, she urged him to take what she freely offered.
Her dress came off in one swift movement and her underwear followed suit. No use wasting time. If she liked his size, he was sure she’d want to see what he could do with that big boy. He crushed her to his chest so she could appreciate the full impact of his hard body.
“Ohhh!” She giggled.
Her form molded to his like they were the two halves of the yin and yang symbol. Her skin was soft and supple and he couldn’t stop touching her hair, her back, her ass. And then there were those big, beautiful breasts pressing against his chest that gave him a wet dream the first night he met her. God! She had a fabulous body. He wanted her so badly that it hurt.
His fingers flowed down the flat plane of her stomach and into the soft curls covering her pussy. He parted the dual lips to tease the nub of her clit then sought entry to her inner heat. Once deep inside her, he wiggled his fingers and she whimpered against him and shivered in his embrace. Her liquid drenched his hand.
In her heels, she was just the right height to allow his throbbing rod to slip between her legs so he could stroke from her pussy to her anus. Ah, she was warm and wet! Her heart beat rapidly against his chest as he rocked back and forth against that slick cocoon at the apex of her legs. The friction was heavenly, but almost more than he could bear. He wanted desperately to be inside her.
“Make love to me,” she whispered as she arched back to offer those magnificent breasts to him.
He smoothed his hands over her body and cupped a breast. His lips closed over her nipple and she moaned as he suckled. He growled his response. God, he loved the taste of her skin, the smell of her sweet cologne, the wet heat between her legs. Her body responded so eagerly to his foreplay that couldn’t wait to feel her inner muscles wrap around his cock as he slipped inside.
How he wished he hadn’t left the condom in his pants! There was only one way to get it. He lowered her gently down to the couch and reached for his pants. She moaned softly as his mouth left hers to reach for the prize.
Success!
Dana gasped as the cool air flowed over her when he leaned away momentarily. But the chill left promptly as his body covered hers and his warmth seeped into her. A knee parted hers as he settled between her legs. He seemed much taller than she when standing, but now all the important body parts lined up perfectly.
He slid his hands up her legs, following the curve of her thigh, the dip of her belly, the rise of her breasts. When he squeezed her nipples, her inner muscles constricted. As his mouth descended upon hers for yet another mind-blowing kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to bliss.
She loved the weight of his body resting against hers, the tickle of his pubic hairs on her mound. The man was an impressive combination of smooth skin over taut muscle and long, sleek lines. And he smelled as wonderful as he felt against her.
She ached to have him in her, to fill her with that amazing, hard dick.
For a moment, he fussed with something between his legs and she realized he had slipped on a condom. How considerate!
His lips were urgent against hers, as if wanting to devour her. She tried to concentrate on the way his tongue supped on her mouth, but the heat from his hand as he palmed her breast and worked his way down her body distracted her. Without his asking, she raised her mound to meet his searching fingers. Ah yes, right there, on that nub of euphoric pleasure, which begged to be circled, flicked and pinched. The moment his fingers found it again, she cried out in ecstasy.
There was nothing—not even chocolate—that she loved more, though chocolate held a close second. As his talented fingers teased and taunted that pleasure spot, she was lost in a daze, holding her breath, then remembering to breathe. When two fingers slipped inside to pump in and out, her womanly juices flowed like liquid chocolate in a fountain.
His mouth descended upon her breast and took the tip between his teeth. A slight nip shot a bolt of electricity to her clit and she arched into him. He suckled on that nipple until it bloomed in his mouth, then turned his attention to its twin. While one hand encircled her breast, his other hand guided his cock to her dripping cunt. She was more than ready to have him inside her and lifted her hips to meet his.
“Ahhh,” he moaned against her neck as he bent her knees and gently entered her. That thick cock eased its way in and seated itself deep inside her core. The inner muscles of her pussy squeezed it tight and coated it with her cream.
“Oh yes!” This was what she had been anticipating all night long. She rubbed against him in a primitive dance as her womb throbbed.
His movements started slowly, then gradually increased in momentum. She dug her nails into his skin and raked them down his back until she reached his buttocks. Grasping his undulating rear, she rocked her body to meet every stroke. He knew exactly how to rotate that big boy so that every sensitive nerve inside her was lit like a firecracker. Blood roared in her ears.
The tips of her breasts swelled against his chest as he rubbed against her. She moaned her pleasure against his cheek and he turned to kiss her. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his cock. Ah, what an amazing lover!
Until this moment, she didn’t realize how much she missed having sex. Making love was like eating chocolate—sometimes sweet, sometimes bittersweet. While she was enjoying it, there was nothing better. The aroma, the taste, the exquisite smooth texture all added to her pleasure. It was after the last swallow that she noticed if there was a bitter aftertaste. The momentary thought flashed through her mind and she shook it off, not wanting to think about anything but the handsome man in her arms.
He leaned back and pulled her onto his lap, rearranging slightly for comfort.
“Your turn to be on top.”
Dana smiled. She eagerly assumed her favorite position, giving her control of exactly where that hard shaft would rub. Yes, there’s that G-spot! While she did a little pussy lap dance, he grasped her breasts. Each time he squeezed her nipples, her breath hitched and she released more of her feminine moisture. Her inner muscles contracted around him at the same time and he groaned his pleasure.
“Oh, oh…!”
“That’s it.”
She looked down at him and saw the intense concentration on his face. He glanced up at her with rapt desire and gave her a momentary half smile before gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.
His hands flowed down her sides until his fingers pressed into her hips. He now controlled her movements, increasing her speed as she moved up and down on his cock.
Dana heard the soft slap, slap, slap as their bodies made contact. She tossed her head back and opened her mouth, her full concentration centered on the blissful feeling of his cock totally consuming every inch inside her.
His thumb worked tiny circles on her clit until it extended into a highly sensitive nub. She closed her eyes to savor the exquisite sensation. Between the teasing of his thumb and his shaft working its magic inside her, Dana teetered on sensory overload.
“You like?”
She nodded, unable to speak as an overwhelming need built deep inside and flowed through her entire core.
“Yeah? That’s good because I’m almost there. Are you close?” he ground out between heavy breaths.
She squealed her response as the tension inside unfurled. He helped her over the edge by bucking his hips to seat his cock deeper in her core. Behind her closed eyelids, Dana saw light shatter into a million brilliant pieces as her release claimed her. His loud groan and arching back confirmed his climax too.
As the last of the tiny quivers dissipated in her core and her ragged breaths calmed, Dana fell like a limp rag doll against his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her and she h
eard his heart pounding against her ear. His skin was damp from his exertion and she tasted his salty sweat. Oh sweet release! A brief kiss on her forehead made her sigh deeply as she remembered how good it felt to be held so tenderly.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear. She turned to look at him. All she could see was the outline of his face, but she sensed his smile.
“And thank you. I needed that.”
His chest jumped as he chuckled against her. “Glad I could be of assistance. So did you get a good enough feel of my body to know if I’ll be the perfect subject for your next sculpture or do you need further examination?”
She smiled as she twirled his chest hair around her finger. “Well, I’m not certain. I may need a few more close inspections before I can say for sure.”
His cock bobbed against her stomach. “That can be arranged. Just say when.”
“I’m glad to hear that because I’m very fussy about my work. I pay very close attention to detail.”
He drew a line down her spine with his fingertip and she shivered against him. “I noticed, remember?”
“Yes, now that you mention it, I do recall you saying something about how my chocolate penises were a very accurate interpretation of the real thing.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m thinking of doing you in a different medium…one more permanent. If you don’t mind, I may even enter it into a contest.”
“I’d be flattered.”
She circled his tattoo. “Good. I always do a few sketches first to decide just how I want to form the piece before I begin the actual sculpting. I’ll get to work on it and we’ll schedule a sitting soon.”
He hugged her tighter. “I can’t wait.”
She rose and kissed him lightly on the lips, then lay back down against his chest. “Neither can I.”
* * * * *
Trace stepped back from peering through the window. No wonder his brother wanted him out of the house so fast! He was after a piece of that lovely body and Trace was an unwanted interruption. He saw a smile curl his brother’s lips as he wrapped his arms around the blonde. Was there more to this than met the eye? Trace scowled. He would definitely have to check out that situation. If this woman was going to be a problem, he needed to know soon. But to do that, he’d have to get close to her. Yep, time to turn on the charm. He straightened and walked away, a smirk lifting his lip.
Chapter Four
The jingle of bells announced his entrance into her store, but he needed no introduction. Trace marched directly to the counter where Dana was arranging fudge in the glass case and waited patiently until she acknowledged his presence. Her smile turned into a not-so-subtle glare before she stood to greet him.
“May I help you?” Her tone could have frozen a waterfall.
“I came to apologize.” He gave her his most apologetic, little-boy look that worked so well on women.
Only it didn’t seem to work on this one. No ice was melting. Damn! She propped one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes.
“So, apologize.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s all you have to say?” She turned away from him and tossed a hand in the air as if dismissing him.
“Okay, how’s this? I’m truly sorry for my behavior last night. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She twirled to face him, a tray of cherry whips in her hands. “How do I know you’re sincere? Are you still drunk?”
He took one look at the candy and couldn’t help thinking about what he could do with those gems. A wry smile lifted his lips. “Why don’t you come closer so you can smell my breath? That will answer your question.”
She gave him an assessing look, one that told him he was treading on dangerous ground. His apology hadn’t gotten him out of the woods yet.
“Why should I? I’m no fool. The last time you got close, you tried to kiss me.” She dropped the tray on the counter and took a step back. Her arms crossed over her chest and Trace realized she still didn’t trust him.
He chuckled. “Hey, we got off to a bad start. Can we begin again? After all, I’m just a guy. You can’t blame me for trying.” Now he tried his penitent look. Sooner or later he figured he’d find the right expression to convince her of his sincerity. It might take a while to go through his portfolio, but he had dozens of looks to choose from.
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and back at him. “Boy, you and your brother are so alike in that regard.” She sighed heavily. “All right. You’re forgiven. Just don’t let it happen again.”
Don’t worry. Next time, you’ll beg me to kiss you.
He smiled widely at her. “Whatever you wish, beautiful.”
Those big, blue eyes seemed a little warmer after that comment. He knew beneath that tough exterior beat the heart of a passionate woman. Last night was evidence of it, though he wouldn’t let her know that he had seen her in action. No, he was going to play it safe and show her why every woman wanted him. She would be no exception. It would be a matter of time before his brother decided she wasn’t worth the heartache and accepted his offer to come back to modeling. Problem solved!
Dana regarded the mirror image of the man she made love to last night. Though their features were identical, there were subtle differences that helped her distinguish the two. Trace did not have one hair out of place, probably due to a habit of having to be ready to be photographed at the drop of a hat. His walk was much more cocky and confident than Trevor’s. But most important, Trace took what he wanted without asking.
She had dealt with men like that in the past—men who thought that she owed them something just because of who they were. Well, he was in for a rude awakening. She despised them for that.
“Now that we have that settled, is there something you want? I really have to get back to work.” His eyebrows lifted at the comment. Geez, she really needed to watch what she said around the brothers! She cleared her throat. “Let me rephrase that…”
“No, I get your drift. I’m not here to purchase anything. Remember, there’s a candy store in the family. However, I’d like to make up for last night by offering my assistance. I’ll do anything you want without question. I can stock shelves, take out the garbage, or whatever. I worked at my uncle’s store when I was a teenager, so I have plenty of experience.”
Dana contemplated his offer. Being a one-woman show was wearing thin on her energy. She worked day and night with little downtime because she couldn’t afford to put an employee on the payroll yet. But she recalled Trevor’s attitude toward his brother when he came on to her last night and the heated argument she heard coming from the kitchen. There was something going on between the two of them and she didn’t want to get in the middle.
“Thanks for the offer, but that’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t think your brother would approve.”
He sighed. “Look, I know my brother a lot better than you do. Trev and I have our differences, and I’m not sure why he hates me now, but I know that we’ll make up. We always do. I also know he wouldn’t have a problem with this. In fact, he’d probably think it’s a good idea because he’s all about doing the right thing.”
Dana analyzed the handsome man standing before her. She sure could use the help. An offer like that didn’t walk through the door every day.
“All right. I just received a shipment of supplies and I haven’t had a chance to put them away. Could you please stock the shelves for me?”
Trace’s smile brightened his face. “See, I knew you needed a strong man around here. I’ll get right to it. It’s that’s way, correct?” he said, pointing to the door in the back.
She nodded. In one fluid movement, he hopped over the counter and headed to the back room. She watched him disappear behind the swinging door.
Dana sighed, assessing the situation. As long as he stayed away from her, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. She knew quite well that he couldn’t be trusted, so she would keep her defenses up. The man might think he was something els
e, but she recognized a dog when she saw one.
She focused on the work at hand, knowing that her busiest hour was about to begin. She wanted to have everything set perfectly. The holiday treats were drawing a lot of attention, especially with the notes she set strategically around the store, suggesting what one might do with her naughty confections.
The hours seemed to fly by and Dana didn’t have time to check on her helper. He hadn’t come out during the entire rush and after things slowed down, she decided to see what he had accomplished. Surely it shouldn’t have taken that long to put the supplies away.
She found him in the storage room, his shirt off, rearranging everything on the shelves. Some of the heavier boxes that had been blocking the aisle were gone. He had broken the big boxes down into easy-to-carry smaller cartons, organized the supplies by category and placed them on the shelves. She walked down the aisles and inspected his work closer. Dana was impressed and very grateful.
Her attention was drawn to his naked torso covered in a fine sheen of moisture. The artist in her observed and analyzed the way his muscles flexed and extended when he bent down to pick up a box, then reached up to put it on the shelf. She wanted to memorize the long lines of his legs, the perfect vee of his back and the well-formed buttocks so she could put her impressions down on paper later that evening. An idea formed in her mind about the sculpture she would create.
He turned suddenly, sensing her presence. A sly grin slid across his face as if he knew she had been studying him and liked it. She cleared her throat.
“I was wondering what took you so long. I didn’t expect you to do all of this work.”
He walked toward her, his eyes capturing and holding hers. “I told you I would do anything for you. I meant it.” A shiver ran down her spine at the deep, sexy tone in his voice.
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