Sinfully Sweet

by Janelle Denison

  She wore a fire-engine red dress that hugged her curves in a five-alarm way. With its high neck and long sleeves, the dress showed no skin at all, yet the way it showcased her form earned it the title of Sexiest Damn Outfit He’d Ever Seen. Strappy silver heels made her toned legs appear endless. A memory of those legs wrapped around his hips, urging him deeper into her body flashed through his mind, leaving a trail of steamy heat in its wake.

  Her glossy curls looked soft and had “mess with me” written all over them. A shimmer of gloss that matched her dress made her lips look like a delicious candy apple, filling him with an almost painful anticipation of tasting that luscious mouth.

  “P.B. and J. are happy to see you,” she said loudly, to be heard above the noise.

  “Every guy likes an enthusiastic greeting.”

  “Oh? Then you’re gonna love this.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and kissed him.

  Those candy-apple lips tasted as good as they looked, and with a groan, his arms went around her, pulling her closer, pressing the flowers into her back, deepening the delicious kiss she’d initiated. Her delicate, musky, floral scent filled his head and it flashed through his mind that he’d never again be able to smell flowers and not think of her. When he finally lifted his head, his glasses were-no surprise-fogged over. After pulling them off, he looked into her gorgeous eyes, which she’d outlined with some sort of smoky color that made them appear larger and more luminous than usual.

  “You were right,” he said, slowly rubbing himself against her. “That was very much enthusiastic. And I loved it.”

  She waggled her brows. “Wait till you see what I have planned for later.”

  Later…when they would say goodbye. He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead then forced a smile. “Can’t wait.” After releasing her, he stepped back and presented the bouquet with a flourish. “For you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  She accepted the flowers, then buried her face in the blooms. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. And speaking of beautiful…” He ran his fingers down her sleeve. “You look incredible.”

  Her gaze tracked over his charcoal-gray suit, white dress shirt, and red paisley silk tie. “I was about to say the same thing to you. C’mon in. I’ll put my flowers in water and then we can leave.” She turned and headed across the threshold.

  “That sounds…” His voice trailed off. Her dress, which completely covered up the front of her, left her entire back-from her neck to her hips-completely bare.

  “Sounds what?” she asked over her shoulder as she headed toward the kitchen.

  “Er, great.” With his gaze fastened on her gorgeous bare skin, he entered the house, closed the door, then followed her into the kitchen. P.B. and J. scampered ahead of him, racing toward their food bowls, sliding across the hardwood floor. He came up behind her as she reached up to pull a glass vase from an upper cabinet, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her fragrant hair.

  “That’s some dress. But I think it’s on backwards,” he said, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

  She laughed, reaching back to encircle his neck, then tilting her head to afford him better access. “Now that would cause quite a stir at the restaurant.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re causing such a stir right here, we might not make it to the restaurant.” To prove his words, he pressed his erection more firmly against her buttocks, then groaned when she wriggled against him. “Are you wearing anything under this?” he asked, skimming his hands over the silky material.

  “Mmmm…you mean besides skin?”

  “Yeah.”

  She turned around and, with her eyes dancing with mischief, slipped her hands beneath his suit jacket to skim her palms up his back. “If I told you, it would ruin your Valentine’s Day surprise.”

  “The only thing that’ll surprise me is if you make it out of this kitchen without my finding out.”

  “I see.” She reached behind her, then drew forth a package wrapped in shiny red paper. “Then I guess this won’t come as any big shocker.”

  His brows shot up. “What’s that?”

  “A present. For you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  Surprised pleasure washed through him as he accepted the rectangular-shaped gift. “Are you a magician? Where’d it come from?”

  “It was right there on the counter the whole time.”

  “Ah. That explains it. I was mightily distracted.” He moved to stand next to her, leaning his hips against the counter. “Should I open it?”

  She looked toward the ceiling and blew out an exaggerated breath. “Clearly you don’t know what the heck a ‘present’ is.”

  A sheepish grin tugged his lips. “Okay, silly question. I’m officially a dork.”

  “True. But you’re adorable.”

  “I guess that makes me…adorkable?”

  She laughed. “Exactly. Now open your present so we’re not late for our dinner reservation.”

  His gaze tracked down her luscious form. “If you didn’t want to be late, you seriously wore the wrong dress.”

  Her lips twitched. “Would it help if I took it off?”

  “That depends on what you’re hoping to help. If it’s our punctuality, definitely not. But leave it on. I want to be the one who takes it off you. In the meantime, I’ll try to focus.” Turning his attention to his gift, he removed the wrapping paper and found himself holding a hardcover book with a dark brown glossy cover that looked so much like a chocolate bar, he was tempted to take a bite.

  He ran his fingers over the gold embossed letters on the cover and read “Nothing is Better Than Chocolate.”

  “I bought it at Sinfully Sweet,” she said. “It has tons of great pictures and Ellie Fairbanks said it provides an interesting history of candy-making. It’s sort of a dual Valentine’s Day-going away gift. A little something to remember me by.”

  Her words brought an odd lump to his throat. As if he stood any chance of forgetting her. “Thanks. It’s great.”

  “Like with anything chocolate, I couldn’t resist. Besides,” she added, bumping his hip with hers, “I think we actually proved the title wrong. At least a few times.”

  “At least.” He turned to look at her. He wanted to smile, to keep the moment light, but the instant his gaze found hers, all remnants of amusement faded. “Actually, as far as I’m concerned, we proved that title wrong every time.” He set the book on the counter, then snagged her into his arms and lightly kissed her soft mouth. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” When he moved in to kiss her again, she leaned back and pressed her fingers against his lips. “Oh, no. You have that look in your eye. I know that look.”

  “I bet you do. And you should. You put it there. You and. his hands skimmed over her hips, “this dress.”

  “Good. I’m glad, seeing as how that was the point.” She splayed her hands against his chest and shot him a stern look. “But this dress stays on until after dinner.”

  “How long after?” he asked, mentally calculating the number of seconds he’d require to peel the soft, stretchy fabric off her.

  She considered for several seconds, then with a wicked grin said, “Until we get home.”

  He groaned.

  “And inside the house.”

  He groaned again. Damn. There went any plans to get her naked the instant he parked in the driveway. “You’re killing me. Seriously. I may be dead by then.”

  She shot him a saucy wink that revved his pulse into the danger zone. “Don’t worry, Mr. Adorkable. I’ll revive you.”

  8

  THROUGHOUT THE ELEGANT meal at The Delaford’s five-star restaurant, Carlie felt as if she’d been divided in two. Part of her enjoyed the fabulous seven-course meal; the romantic atmosphere, courtesy of the luxurious surroundings, soft music, muted lighting and candle glow; the delicious, chilled champagne; the stimulating conversation with Daniel whose undivided attention and heate
d, admiring gaze made her feel feminine and desirable, interesting and witty.

  Hot and bothered.

  But during the entire evening, another part of her was consumed by the ticking of that incessant internal countdown clock, while her brain silently repeated the words, He’s leaving tomorrow. This is your last night together.

  Over and over, the words reverberated through her mind, a haunting mantra that taunted her with the knowledge that each moment of this magical evening was one that wouldn’t be repeated. There would be no more romantic dinners, no more flirting over a champagne toast, no more holding hands between courses, no more intimate glances, no more smiles and laughter over a shared joke.

  No more Daniel.

  By the time they left the restaurant, she felt as if a weight sat on her chest, and a heavy silence swelled between them during the ride home. She remained quiet thanks to the lump that had settled in her throat, but what was his excuse? She peeked at him from the corner of her eye. He was frowning and a muscle ticked in his jaw. Tiny tendrils of something that felt suspiciously like desperation licked at her insides. By the time he pulled into her driveway, the ticking clock and the mantra echoing through her mind had reached epic proportions.

  The instant he put the car in Park, she unfastened her seatbelt, then reached over to unclick his and turn off the ignition. The headlights flicked off, leaving them ensconced in intimate darkness. Before he could move, she grabbed his lapels and dragged him toward her.

  “You kiss me now,” he said, his voice a deep, warning growl, “and I swear we won’t get out of his car until-”

  “Perfect,” she said, shifting her butt over the console and settling herself across his lap. “Can’t wait.”

  “Perfect.” His mouth came down on hers in a wild, demanding kiss that stole her breath. In a heartbeat, his hands were everywhere: cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the stretch jersey material, gliding up her legs, over her thighs, then beneath her hem. When his palms glided over her bottom and discovered she wore nothing under her dress, his feral-sounding groan vibrated in the air.

  He yanked the stretchy material upward, and she rose onto her knees and straddled him. With her two remaining brain cells that still functioned, she grabbed her small satin purse and pulled out the condom she’d stashed there-no easy task with his magical fingers skimming over her bare bottom then slipping between her thighs to caress her slick, swollen folds.

  Heart pounding, breathing choppy, she slapped the condom against his chest. “Want you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Now.”

  The few seconds it took him to free his erection and roll on the protection nearly sent her over the edge. The instant he finished, she took him into her body with a heart-stopping, breath-stealing downward glide that perfectly matched his upward thrust.

  The ride was wild and fast and hard. Her orgasm crashed over her, pulling her under, dragging a ragged cry from her lips that echoed Daniel’s harsh groan.

  With pleasurable aftershocks still rippling through her, she dragged open her heavy eyelids. At some point one of them must have tossed Daniel’s glasses aside. A thrill of feminine satisfaction trilled through her at his glazed expression and flushed skin. His dark hair was rumpled from her frantic hands and a lock fell across his forehead. Reaching out, she gently brushed back the silky strands with fingers that weren’t quite steady. When her gaze again found his, she discovered him watching her through very serious eyes.

  For several long, intense seconds they simply stared at each other, and to Carlie’s horror she felt moisture pushing behind her eyeballs. The urge to say something overwhelmed her, but anything breezy or lighthearted was beyond her. And she had to forcibly press her lips together to contain the completely unacceptable words that trembled there, aching to be said.

  Please don’t leave.

  Something of her distress must have shown on her face because he frowned. “You okay?” he asked, his fingers drifting over her cheek.

  No, damn it, she wasn’t. She felt…ambushed. Hijacked. And it was all his fault. Him and his gorgeous dimples and sexy smile and the way he made her feel…and all the wonderful stuff that made him Daniel.

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  One corner of his mouth pulled up. “I’d like it noted in the record that even though it nearly killed me, I had every intention of honoring your request and waiting until we were in the house before pouncing on you. As it was, I did manage not to take off your dress.” He ran his hands over her bare butt. “Yet.”

  She gave a solemn nod. “It shall be duly noted.”

  He leaned back against the head rest and studied her for several heartbeats, then said softly, “You’re beautiful.”

  Her heart tripped over itself. “Says the nearsighted guy who isn’t wearing his glasses.”

  “That’s not what I meant, although you are undeniably gorgeous. Anybody can be beautiful on the outside. You’re beautiful on the inside.”

  Damn it, that moisture was pushing at her eyeballs again. “Thank you. So are you.”

  “These past two weeks have been…great.”

  “Really great,” she agreed in a rush, relieved to say it out loud. “I’m…I’m going to miss you.”

  He didn’t say anything right away, just looked at her with an indecipherable expression that rushed embarrassed heat right up to her hairline. Why, oh, why had she blurted that out?

  “I’m going to miss you, too, Carlie. Very much.” He hesitated, then said, “I wish I didn’t have to leave so soon.”

  His words tossed another brick on the heavy weight already pressing against her heart. “Me, too. But you do. Have to. Leave.” She’d tried to sound light and breezy, but failed miserably.

  “Yes, I do.”

  She cleared her throat and tried again for light and breezy. “And we both knew that.” Another failure.

  “Right. It just seems like the two weeks have gone by so fast.”

  “In a heartbeat,” she agreed softly.

  He looked troubled, confused, and for a brief instant an insane flicker of something hopeful flared in her. But then his expression cleared. “Why don’t we go inside and see what we can come up with for our last night together?” he suggested.

  His words extinguished the ridiculous, fragile flame of hope and she forced herself to nod. “What do you have in mind?”

  His lips quirked upward and his dimples flashed, but the smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I’m thinking you. Me. Chocolate. Naked. And not necessarily in that order. For starters.”

  “Sounds…great.” Except for the fact that when the him, her, chocolate, naked thing was finished, she knew there’d be no more Daniel.

  9

  AT NOON ON the day after Valentine’s Day-five hours after she’d awakened to find herself alone-Carlie sat on her sofa and listlessly clicked the remote, watching talk shows and game shows flash by. Dressed in her rattiest, faded sweatpants, thickest wool socks and a faded green sweatshirt that warned Give Me the Damn Chocolate and No One Gets Hurt, she felt as frumpy and dumpy as she looked. Her normally bright den seemed dismal and dark from the lack of sunlight, the gray, overcast sky outside perfectly matching her mood.

  Good grief, had only five hours passed since she’d awakened alone? It felt more like five years. She’d been crushed to find him already gone, but her common sense told it was for the best. He’d saved her the embarrassment of what undoubtedly would have turned into a messy, tearful goodbye on her part.

  She’d spent the first two hours clutching the pillow that still bore traces of Daniel’s clean scent, re-reading the one-line note he’d left on the pillowcase. Thanks for a beautiful night. And it had, indeed, been beautiful. She’d tortured herself reliving the magic while tears had tracked silently down her cheeks. Their frantic mating in the car. Their leisurely lovemaking in the shower with warm water cascading over them. Then Daniel carrying her to bed and making tender, exquisite love to her that said “goodbye” more clearly than
any words. Falling asleep nestled in his strong arms.

  Then she’d spent the last three hours here on the couch, sipping coffee that had long turned cold, and further tortured herself by replaying in her head the highlights of the entire past two weeks. More tears had soaked her cheeks, and all she had to show for the time was a stuffy nose, a wad of used-up tissues and a nagging headache. Even P.B. and J. had eventually tired of listening to her sniffles and were now sleeping on their favorite blanket in the corner.

  With a sigh she turned off the TV and forced herself finally to admit the reason for her abject misery, because there could only be one explanation for why her heart felt as if it had been surgically removed.

  She’d fallen in love.

  “Argh!” Closing her eyes, she thumped her head against the back of the sofa. Fabulous, Carlie. If falling in love at the wrong time with the wrong guy were an Olympic event, she’d win the freakin’ gold medal. Her only hope was that this bout of love would fade quickly. Maybe it hadn’t had time to really grab hold of her and, like a bad cold, she could shake it loose with some TLC. Like a hot bath and a piece of chocolate.

  Oh, yeah-that would help her get over him. Not. An image of them together in the bathtub materialized in her mind’s eye, and she groaned. And probably for the next fifty years or so she’d think of Daniel whenever she ate chocolate. Okay, so maybe her TLC would have to be something more along the lines of a glass of orange juice and a vitamin pill.

  Heaving a sigh, she rose and shuffled toward the bathroom, determined to splash some cold water on her face and get her butt in gear. She had a chapter to read before her class tonight. And having class tonight was good. Nothing like a couple of intense hours of organic chemistry to take her mind off Daniel and her battered heart. She’d concentrate on school and forget all about him. Yes, that was an excellent plan.

  Walking into the bathroom, she slapped on the light and grimaced when the bright glare hit her in the eye. Then she looked in the mirror. And recoiled in horror.