off his second piece and reached for a third.
'I'm, um, glad you like them.' She came back up to the table, her gaze watching him attentively.
For what, he had no idea. Unless he'd been too presumptuous in sampling the candies. 'I'm sorry, was I not supposed to eat them yet?'
'No… no, that's okay.' Her smile reappeared. 'In fact, I'll have one, too.'
She tossed a Love Bite into her mouth and chewed. Yet despite enjoying a candy of her own, she seemed to watch him out of the corner of her eye as she cut a generous portion of the dessert and put it on a plate.
The slice of cake broke apart, and she grimaced in obvious disappointment. 'Damn,' she muttered. 'This cake might be too moist, but I'll readjust the recipe if you like the taste.' A worried look creased her brows. 'Looks like this particular piece will be a bit messy with the raspberry filling. I hope you don't mind.'
Oh, he didn't mind one iota. Especially when she'd just presented him with a prime opportunity to increase the intimacy between them-which he had a sudden driving urge to do.
He examined the cake thoughtfully. 'I have to agree. It does look a bit messy.' He transferred his gaze, to her face and let a slow, sexy grin ease up the corner of his mouth. 'I'm thinking maybe you ought to feed it to me,' he suggested. 'Remember the problem I had with the Pink Squirrel sauce?'
She laughed, obviously realizing where he was heading with this whole scenario. And with that silent acknowledgement, something about her whole, demeanor changed… turned sultry and seductive and oh-so- confident. 'I remember.'
'Good.' Certain they were both thinking the same thing, he grasped her wrist and tugged her gently toward him. 'Then what do you say you come here, sit on my lap, and feed me my dessert?'
Chapter 5
Much to Jack's pleasure, Kayla came to him willingly, without an ounce of resistance, and settled her bottom on his hard, muscular thighs. The thin material of her dress didn't provide much of a barrier against the thickened shaft already straining against the fly of his jeans. And judging by the spark of desire he saw in her green eyes, she was well aware of his erection-and all it suggested. She turned him on and he wanted her.
'I'm ready for my first bite,' he encouraged huskily. She lifted her hand toward the cake, then frowned. 'I forgot a fork.'
Before she could move off his lap and spoil the seductive moment, he settled a hand on her waist and held her in place. 'Who says you need one? Your fingers will do just fine.'
'All right,' she agreed with a smile that was as naughty as it was nice. After scooping up a small portion of the cake with her fingers, she lifted it to his mouth.
His lips parted, and she pushed the confection onto his tongue for him to taste. God, she made the most amazing, decadent desserts-this one a perfect combination of raspberry glaze and smooth white chocolate buttercream that made him moan in appreciation.
Her eyes were bright with expectation, her breathing deeper than normal, causing her breasts to rise and fall enticingly. 'What do you think?'
'I'm not sure,' he teased, just because he wanted her to feed him again. And because he enjoyed the touch of her cool, soft fingers against his lips. 'I think I need to try another bite just to be certain.'
She lifted a brow, obviously seeing past his ploy, but said nothing as she broke off another piece of the moist cake and slipped it into his mouth.
He swallowed, caught her hand before she could pull it away, and met her darkening gaze. Awareness swirled between them, an exciting, shimmering vibration that heightened the throbbing heat settling low and deep in his belly.
'Umm, looks like I missed some… right here.' He slowly licked the pad of her finger, then nibbled on the tip, and she squirmed restlessly on his lap. 'And a spot right here…' He slid his tongue between her index finger and thumb to clean up a wayward morsel, then scraped his teeth along her palm.
She shivered and gasped, but he wasn't done tantalizing her yet. No, he'd only just begun-and he'd take this seduction as far as she was willing to go.
Dabbing his finger into the frosting and raspberry filling, he touched the sweet mixture to her bottom lip, prompting her to open for him. 'Your turn to taste.'
Her lashes fell to half-mast, an irresistible smile on her lips as she brazenly took his finger into her mouth, deeper than he'd expected, and used the swirl of her tongue and a light suction to eat off the dessert.
He closed his eyes on a shudder, feeling that erotic pull all the way down to his groin. He dipped his head closer to hers, and skimmed his lips along her cheek. 'I
She released his finger, and turned her head so that her mouth was right below his. 'Yes,' she whispered, the one word filled with intense longing.
She slid her palm against his jaw as their lips met in a slow, nuzzling kiss at first, an unhurried exploration that quickly grew deeper, wetter, until having his mouth on hers wasn't nearly enough.
Lowering his hand to the front of her dress, he then popped the first button free, making his intentions known, but deliberately hesitating a few seconds to give her the chance to stop his advance if she wasn't ready to take this next step with him. When she didn't issue a protest, he slowly unfastened another one… and another one, until the material finally gaped open.
He was dying to look at her and see what he'd uncovered. But for the moment he was content to continue kissing her while brushing his fingers over the generous swells of her breasts above the lace edge of her bra.
She made a soft purring sound in the back of her throat, and he took that as permission to proceed. Keeping his mouth fastened to hers, he pushed her bra straps and sleeves off her shoulders, until the fabric caught in the crook of her arms. Then he slipped his hand into the sheer, stretchy material of her bra and eased it down, freeing a full, taut breast before repeating the process with the other side.
Then, and only then, did he end the kiss and take his first look at what he'd revealed. His stomach muscles clenched at the sight of her bared breasts, so plump and creamy, with rosy nipples puckered tight and begging for attention.
'God, you are so beautiful,' he whispered reverently, and heard her sigh at the compliment, which made him smile. Swiping a finger into the buttercream frosting, he smeared it around her areolas and crowned the tips of her breasts with a dollop before licking the last of the sticky sweetness from his own finger.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he glanced up at Kayla's flushed face and grinned with lascivious purpose. 'Now
'Go ahead,' she dared in a low, breathless voice.
Curving a hand around a breast, he lifted the soft flesh to his mouth and used his tongue to remove the mess he'd made. He lapped over and around her hard nipple-slowly, thoroughly, before tugging on the hard peaks with his lips and teeth.
She whimpered and fisted her fingers in his hair. Her back arched to get closer, and he opened wider, taking as much of her as he could into his mouth so he could suckle her hard and strong.
He released her nipple and rubbed his jaw along the plump curve of her breast. 'God, I can't get enough of you,' he growled, and ran his tongue over her nipple again.
'I know,' she panted. 'Me, too.'
'I have to feel you against me.' Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, he yanked it over his head and tossed the wadded-up material aside. Then he splayed a hand over the center of her back, pulling her close so that her lush breasts crushed against his hot, hard chest.
Their mutual groans of pleasure echoed in the kitchen, and she brought his mouth back up to hers to engage him in another long, deep, tongue-tangling kiss that only seemed to make her more restless, more needy.
Desperate to touch her intimately, to make her come apart for him, he pulled the skirt of her dress to her knees and slid his hand beneath the hem. She sucked in a quick breath, but let him traverse his way up her soft, smooth
