All's Fair in Love and Chocolate (Marietta Chocolate Wars #1) - Amy Andrews Page 0,25
breath as the thick blunt nudge of his head notched at her entrance. His torso aligned with hers, the flats of his forearms taking his weight as he stared down into her face.
His eyes brimmed with the same kind of crazy runaway lust she knew must also be brimming in hers.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming all over her face, lingering on her glasses.
Viv knew she was busty and curvy and a lot of men liked that. Some men had even told her she was beautiful. She just hadn’t believed it. Not from them. Because, well…she didn’t really believe it either.
Until now. Reuben Price made her feel beautiful.
He lowered his head, pressing a light kiss to her mouth and then her nose and her cheeks and her eyelids. Then he moved lower to her chin, drifting kisses down her neck until he got to her breasts where he used his tongue and his teeth on her nipples teasing them to taut, wet peaks until she was crying out, her fingernails sinking into his shoulder blades as she shamelessly arched her back and begged him for more and then, just when Viv thought she might actually come from that alone, he was kissing her mouth again as he slid deep, deep inside her.
“Reuben!” She gasped as she clung to his shoulder blades, little pinpricks of light exploding at the backs of her eyes as she absorbed the delicious shock of his entry. How could just that first act of penetration alone feel so damn…enough? “God. I want… I need… I can’t…”
Viv honestly didn’t know what she needed or wanted or couldn’t. Her body was a giant nerve ending—excruciatingly exposed, deliciously raw. They could stay like this forever and it would still be better than it had been with anyone else and yet there was a hungry kind of restlessness building in her muscles, too.
But Reuben knew. “I know,” he whispered, his voice low, his breath hot in her ear. “I know.”
And then he hunched over her, gathering her close and stroked in and out with smooth, precise strokes that built layer on layer on layer pushing them both so, so high that when they reached the peak together, which they did, the fall was all the sweeter as they twisted and twirled through a rainbow of color and light and pleasure so intense all they could do was cling to each other until they landed out the other side, gasping and shaking and spent.
“God.” Warm air puffed against her heated skin as Reuben collapsed on top of her breathing hard, his lips pressed to her neck. “We should collect the sweat on our bodies right now and put that in a block of chocolate and market it as an aphrodisiac. We’d be rich.”
Viv smiled, her breathing also erratic, her heart beating like a gong in her chest, his beating in unison directly over top of hers. “What shall we call it?”
“Something French.”
She laughed then. “Why French?”
“Because everything sounds more desirable in French, even sweaty chocolate.”
“Well…I’ll email the CEO, see what she says.”
They both laughed as he lifted up on his forearms again and eased off her. She protested a little as he slid from her body because she liked the feel of him both in her and on top of her but he shushed her with a kiss before ditching the condom and settling on his side between her and the back of the couch, his palm coming to rest flat between her breasts.
“Your heart is pounding,” he observed lazily.
Viv smiled as her eyes drifted shut. “I just had an orgasm that was the physical equivalent to running up to the summit of Copper Mountain only a lot more fun. My pulse is going to need some recovery time.”
“Only Copper Mountain? I’m clearly setting my sights too low.” She could feel his mouth breaking into a smile as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “Next time I’ll try for Everest.”
Everest. Good Lord. Even in the hazy realm between consciousness and sleep in which Viv was drifting that sounded alarming. Reuben Price sure had grit. “I think I’m going to need to be more fit for that.” Her lungs had felt like they were bursting at the end of it all.
“I’ll be your personal trainer. We’ll work up to it.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck and Viv smiled at the dirty deliciousness of that particular promise. “Sounds like a plan,” she murmured.