“What are you thinking about?” He watched the seafood sauce trickle down her flesh as sparks shot through his body.
She looked at him with pure desire. “That maybe you could come over here and lick it off.”
His heart almost failed as a jolt of desire fired through his blood. He could hardly believe how bold, how wild she really was.
She pushed the plate away and arched into him. One sexy brow rose. “I’m hungry, Kale. But not for shrimp.” Her voice had taken on a raspy edge.
His body moistened. His cock throbbed. He was on his feet in less than a second. His chair went clattering to the floor. Damned if he didn’t love a woman who knew what she wanted.
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, dipped a hand under her dress, and stroked. “I believe you promised to make me scream.”
Chapter 8
With predatory movements, Kale kicked his chair out of the way and came toward her. Erin’s pulse leaped in her throat as he inched closer. She braced herself against her seat. God, he was so hot, so feral. His every movement was seductive, arousing, and heart-stopping.
He gripped her wooden seat, eased her chair away from the table, and sank to his knees until they were eye to eye. He urged her thighs farther apart and insinuated himself in between.
“Maybe we’d better get this dress off you before you spill sauce on it.” Equal amounts of fear and excitement coiled through her when she heard the dark desire in his voice.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and touched her fingers to the thin spaghetti straps. The quick shake of his head stopped her.
“Don’t,” he commanded in a gentle voice. “Like I said earlier, I’ll take care of that for you.”
Kale twirled the straps in his fingers and slowly drew them down until he exposed the milky swell of her cleavage. She listened as his breathing hitched.
“I’ve lost sleep over your gorgeous breasts,” he said. He tugged the dress until it fell to her waist. Sitting back on his heels, he took his sweet time to gaze at her dark, engorged nipples.
Erin cupped both her breasts, kneaded them gently, and ran her fingers over her hard, protruding nipples in an effort to ease the sexual ache.
A deep growl sounded low in his throat as he watched her pleasure herself. “You are so naughty, Erin.” Grabbing both her hands, he held them hostage at her sides. A shudder rippled through her as he nuzzled his face close to her cleavage. She threw her head back and moaned. Her skin grew tight as she waited for him to close his mouth over her puckered mounds. The first touch of his velvety, talented tongue sent fire spiraling through her.
With excruciating gentleness he licked one plump nipple, tasting it, savoring it, teasing it until it tightened painfully in his mouth. He ran the puckered bud across his teeth, nipping until she gasped in pleasure and pain. She squirmed, wanting more, wanting him to answer all the urgent demands in her quaking body.
The ache between her legs grew until the sensations overtook her. She pulled her hands free from his and tore at his sweater. Kale lifted his arms, allowing her to pull it off. His chest was magnificent, just as she knew it would be. She stroked and massaged his hard pectorals. Edging closer, she flicked her tongue out and circled his tightening nipple. His muscles convulsed and bunched under her tongue. She could feel his heart pound against his chest. The fast, erratic rhythm matched her own.
She’d never been so hot, so turned on, in her entire life. She put her lips over his and whispered, “Take me to your bedroom. I want to have sex with you on the bed you’ve been sleeping in.”
“Follow me.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. It took a moment for her to figure out how to walk again. Kale hustled her down the hallway, pushed open his bedroom door, and pulled her inside. The light from the hallway spilled in, bathing the bed in warm, sensual hues. The scent of his aftershave hung in the air. As she stepped over the threshold, her gaze was drawn to the unmade bed. Visions of herself writhing for him, the way he liked, on those unkempt sheets made her ache deep between her legs.
He circled his arms around her waist and pushed his erection against her. “Do you know how much I want you?” His voice was tangled with emotion.
“Yes.” She reached out and placed her hand over his impressive bulge and massaged. “I’d say about as much as I want you.” She positioned her pelvis against his, right where it counted.
He groaned and gyrated against her. “You are so fucking wild.”
“You make me this way.” She’d never before been so bold or aggressive. She liked this side of herself. She liked the confidence he brought out in her.
Kale gripped the sides of her dress and dropped to his knees. He tugged, pulling the dress to her ankles. His face was only inches from the seat of her desire.
He trailed his fingers over her calves. “Lift your legs for me, babe.”
She stepped out of the dress, and Kale tossed it aside.
His gaze locked with hers as his large hands touched her inner thigh. His blue eyes were so very dark, so richly seductive. She instinctively widened her stance.
“I’ve been dying to taste you. It’s all I could think about since the minute we met.” His warm breath caressed her swollen folds. He buried his face between her legs and licked all the way from the back to the front, lapping at her syrupy arousal. She moaned and quaked as his thumb climbed higher and higher until he stroked her swollen clitoris.
He eased back, licked his lips, and groaned appreciatively. “You taste better than candy.”
Her heart beat in a mad rush as her whole body turned to liquid. She
