Anxious to indulge in the shameless fantasies dancing in her head, she pressed her fingertips to his chest and gave him a light push backwards. “Lie down on the bed for me,” she said huskily.

He did as she asked, stretching his long, lean body in the middle of the mattress, and she didn’t hesitate to crawl up onto the bed after him and straddle his hips. She’d never been so bold and presumptuous with a man before, but the heat and desire darkening Connor’s eyes, along with the hard shaft pressing against her bottom, urged her to be as uninhibited as she wanted.

Reaching for the jar of body paint, she opened the lid, and the heady chocolate aroma unfurled a deeper hunger within her. With a provocative smile on her lips she dipped one of the brushes into the sauce and playfully swiped it across his chest, painting squiggly lines here and there before swirling the soft bristled tip around his nipples.

Connor sucked in a deep breath, and his hands clenched her thighs as she continued on, painting along the concave of his belly, and the cute indentation of his navel. When he was sufficiently covered in chocolate sauce, she leaned down and tasted him, using her lips, teeth and long, slow laps of her tongue to savor the sweet, delectable flavor of Connor dipped in rich, smooth chocolate.

“Ummm,” she murmured against his hard stomach. “You taste a hundred times better than those strawberries.”

The only response he could manage was a deep, throaty grunt.

Smiling, she swirled her tongue into his belly button, and nibbled along his lower abdomen until she reached the waistband of his briefs. Wanting them gone, she easily pulled his underwear down his legs and off, then directed her full attention to his jutting erection.

Mesmerized by the sight of that breathtakingly masculine part of him, she dabbed a finger in the chocolate sauce and circled the head of his penis with a light caress that made his sex jerk in surprise. Enjoying his reaction, she scooped up more of the body paint, took him in her chocolate-coated hand, and stroked the entire length of his shaft-once, twice, before lowering her head and taking him in her mouth to finish the job.

Chocolate had never tasted so good, so erotic and tempting. And she couldn’t get enough.

She drew him in deep, reveling in his low, rumbling groan of pleasure and the way he tangled his fingers in her hair. She licked at him leisurely, nibbled gently, and teased him with long, suctioning swirls of her tongue that had his hips rising off the bed and his entire body tensing with the onslaught of a pulsing orgasm.

“Not yet,” he rasped before she could send him over the edge. In an amazingly coordinated movement he reared up, pushed her back onto the mattress, and swung a leg over her hips so that he was now straddling her.

She stared up at him, surprise rendering her speechless.

“It’s my turn to play,” he said with a grin, and picked up the jar of chocolate sauce.

Instead of using one of the brushes, he drenched his fingers with the gooey substance and finger-painted her body. He covered her breasts with his coated hands and rubbed his thumbs over her aching nipples. Continuing downward, he playfully drew a heart on her stomach and added the initials “C” and “R”, and when he reached her panties, he quickly and efficiently removed them so she was as naked as he was.

He knelt between her parted legs and looked his fill of her, his expression a combination of adoration and lust. “I can’t wait to eat you up,” he murmured, and gave her a wolfish smile that made her feel like Little Red Riding Hood.

But first, he painted his wet, sticky fingers up the insides of her thighs, and found a sensitive, ticklish spot along the way that he exploited mercilessly, until she was laughing and writhing and begging him to stop the sensual torment.

Eventually, he did, but then replaced one kind of seduction with another equally provocative pleasure. Starting at her knees, he slowly licked away the chocolate he’d smeared on her skin. He took his own sweet time, making sure that he lapped up every last drop. He grazed her flesh with his teeth and used his warm, soft tongue to clean up the chocolate mess he’d made on the inside of her thighs, until he finally reached that ultra-feminine place he’d yet to taste.

He did so now. Settling more comfortably between her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulders, lowered his head, and made good on his promise to eat her up. He took his time, building her need to excruciating heights, and she gripped the covers in her hands, her hips arching, her body silently pleading for the release he kept just beyond her reach.

Finally, with a deep, intimate stroke of his tongue, and a deep thrust of his fingers, he gave her the orgasm she was desperate for. She tumbled over the edge, her entire body shuddering from the incredible force of her climax.

It took her a minute to come back to her senses, and when she did she found Connor kneeling between her thighs, sheathing himself with one of the condoms from the nightstand. She fully expected him to thrust into her and take his own release, but instead he lowered his head and began licking away the chocolate on her quivering belly. His tongue traced the outline of the heart he’d drawn, and lapped away the initials until there was nothing left except a smear of chocolate.

He moved upward, where he feasted on her breasts and sucked on her nipples as if she were a dessert for him to devour and enjoy. By the time he was done removing every last bit of chocolate that he could, she was trembling all over again, and more than ready for him to be inside her.

He stretched more fully over her, so that they were chest to breast, and his erection nestled in the vee of her thighs. His eyes blazed with need, and a deeper emotion that made her heart beat hard and fast in her chest.

He didn’t give her time to dwell on what she’d seen in his gaze. In the next instant he threaded his fingers through her hair and crushed his mouth to hers in a demanding, rapacious kiss. At the same time he drove deep, deep inside her, making her think of nothing but the way he filled her so completely. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs high around his waist as his hips pumped against hers in a hard, rocking rhythm that sent them both spiraling out of control.

Another stunning orgasm rippled through her, causing her inner muscles to clench around Connor’s shaft. Groaning against her lips, he thrust against her, harder, faster, and gave himself over to his own scorching release.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and damp against her skin. It took him longer than her to recover, and in time he lifted up onto his forearms and stared down at her, his slumberous gaze filled with a warmth and tenderness that made her ache for this kind of intimacy on a regular basis.

A slow, lazy smile curved his lips. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She’d never had such great, mind-numbing sex before, so she knew she couldn’t take the credit he was offering. “I appreciate the compliment, but I think that honor is all yours.”

He nuzzled his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, “How about we’re both amazing together?”

She liked the way that sounded. Too much. Not only was Connor an outstanding lover, but he definitely brought out the best in her, in ways she’d never thought possible. He was a great listener, as he’d proved earlier that night by the lake, and he made her laugh more than any man ever had before. And yes, they were amazing together.

She could easily fall for Connor Bassett, if a part of her hadn’t already, and that realization terrified her.

Unable to come up with a snappy reply, she shifted beneath him and winced when she realized that the chocolate sauce had nearly glued their skin together. “We sure did make a mess, didn’t we?”

“Ummm, that we did.” He lifted his head, a satisfied smile on his lips. “What do you say we take a nice, long, hot shower together? I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.” He waggled his brows lasciviously at her.

She laughed, unable to resist his flirtatious charm, or those boyish dimples. So, for now, she didn’t even try. “I’d love to take a shower with you.”


THE SOUND OF soft footsteps prompted Connor to glance up from his laptop computer to find Rebecca walking out of the bedroom, looking sleep tousled, well loved, and incredibly sexy in the cotton T-shirt he’d worn earlier. There was something so intimate and seductive about seeing her in his clothes, particularly how the soft material emphasized her full breasts and the way the hem ended mid-thigh. He couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties or not, and the thought of her being completely naked beneath his shirt caused a surge of heat to spiral straight to his groin.

He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted Rebecca-in his bed and in his life. They’d finally succumbed to the physical attraction between them, proving without a doubt just how compatible they were sexually. Emotionally, however, he knew he still had his work cut out for him, and he only had today and tomorrow to make her realize that what was between them was more than just a passing fling.

Stifling a yawn, she approached where he was sitting on the couch. “It’s after three in the morning,” she said, her voice still husky with sleep. “What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” For the most part, he tended to be a night owl, and that’s when he came up with some of his best computer game ideas. Tonight, he’d been working on a glitch in one of the newest games he’d created. “What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?”

“I woke up and you were gone.” She sat down next to him, tucked her legs beneath her on the couch, then smoothed the T-shirt over her knees. “Since this is your hotel room, I figured you couldn’t have gone far.”