All's Fair in Love and Chocolate (Marietta Chocolate Wars #1) - Amy Andrews Page 0,5

drops—sweet and tangy—and he wanted to devour every inch of her. His tongue stroked into her mouth and met hers, which played an erotic game of hide-and-seek that shot a bolt of heat straight to his dick.

Reuben’s head reverberated with the deafening wash of his pulse and the harsh suck of their breathing, which was crazy loud in the silence of the room. His hands slid down and squeezed her ass, jamming the juncture of her thighs right against the hard ridge of his cock and she cried out, breaking their kiss as she clutched at his arms.

“God.” She was panting hard. “I need you there. Now.” Then she ground into him leaving Reuben in little doubt what she’d meant by there.

He knew exactly how she felt and not just because of the glitter turning those nondescript brown eyes into something altogether feral, or the fine tremble of her muscles or the dark pitch of her voice. But because he felt it too.

This insane answering roar in his blood.

And it didn’t matter that there was a bed mere paces away or that not a single item of clothing had been removed or that they didn’t know each other at all.

Only being inside her mattered.

He reached down and rucked her skirt up her legs, at the same time her hand found his fly, yanking it down. The rip was like a shotgun in the dark, silent room causing him to fumble as he reached in his back pocket for his wallet and the condoms stashed inside.

“Hurry,” she muttered as her hand found his aching length.

Reuben sucked in a breath and locked his knees to stop them from buckling as she pulled his erection out and palmed him. “Jesus…fuck,” he panted as his eyes practically rolled back. How could something bordering on painful feel so damn good?

“Mike was wrong,” she whispered against his throat, her tongue lapping at the shallow dip where his collarbones met.

Reuben grunted as he knocked her hand aside and applied the condom—a damn near impossible feat considering he could barely slip the room key between them. But he managed and she grabbed him again, bringing him to her center as he reached down to deal with her underwear only to find the warm silky feel of bare flesh.

Hell. She was commando.

He groaned as he pressed his forehead to hers. “You weren’t wearing any panties this whole time?”

“Nope,” she confirmed, her breath hitching as Reuben grabbed her leg, bending it at the knee, drawing it up and pressing her inner thigh to his hip to align their bodies. The brush of a stiletto heel against the side of his knee was like a testosterone bullet to his already overcharged system.

“I took them off in the bathroom when I spotted you at the bar.”

Reuben lifted his head and locked his eyes on hers as she slid him through the slick folds of her sex and notched him at her entrance. The tight heat of her taunted the throbbing head of his cock and he gritted his teeth at the perfect agony. “Did I have sure thing written in an invisible bubble over my head?”

“Nope.” She gave him a ghost of a smile as she lifted her hand to his face and traced his bottom lip with her index finger. “But I was hoping.” She squirmed a little, teasing him with the hot glove of her flesh as she wrapped her hands around his biceps.

Reuben’s hand slid to her other hip, steadying himself. “I don’t know what job you do but I bet you’re really good at it.”

She grinned. “The best.”

And then, his pulse spiking, Reuben thrust inside her. She cried out, her nails sinking into the backs of his arms, her head thunking back against the wall. “And you’re really good at that.”

Reuben smiled as he withdrew then quickly plunged inside again, rocking her head one more time. “The best.”

Then he pressed his forehead to hers and did it again and again and again as she chanted, “Yes, yes, yes,” and when she started to moan and tremble in his arms he slid his hands between their bodies, finding the raised little bundle of nerves he was seeking and he rubbed until she gasped and her eyes widened and her thigh tightened on his hip and she called out, “Reuben,” and bucked against the wall.

Watching this woman fly apart was the most goddamn beautiful thing Reuben had ever witnessed. Seeing those plain brown eyes glow suddenly with whiskey and gold