All's Fair in Love and Chocolate (Marietta Chocolate Wars #1) - Amy Andrews Page 0,53

stirrer out to find only a small portion remaining. Not enough to paint him from nipples to knees and really go to town but certainly enough to treat one particular part of his anatomy to a little sumthin’ sumthin’.

“Lift,” she said huskily, reaching for the waistband of his boxers.

He made some kind of strangled noise but eased all the way back to lift his hips, allowing Viv to ease the boxers down. She couldn’t get rid of them altogether given she was standing between his legs but she could push them down enough so they were well out of the way, which was what she did although how she was capable of anything with his big, beautiful cock lying primed and ready against his belly she had no idea.

It really was a magnificent specimen and Viv’s mouth watered some more.

His dick bucked and Reuben gasped as the stirrer touched down on the rigid flesh. Viv’s hands actually shook in anticipation as she ran the wooden spoon up and down the shaft streaking it in warm, minty chocolate. The thick pound of his abdominal pulse beat enticingly through his belly as his abs tensed and puckered, making Viv really sorry there wasn’t enough chocolate to do them justice. His hands reached for the sides of the bench, his fingers curling over the edge, his knuckles blanching white as she took her time, teasing and testing his endurance.

But too soon she was done with playing and only tasting would do. Tossing the stirrer, which was now practically clean as a whistle, aside, she leaned in and licked. His dick bucked again and his guttural groan hit Viv right between her legs, stoking the smoldering coals there to full flash point as she licked him clean.

The sweetness of chocolate, the zing of mint and the musky notes of clean, male skin were a truly heady combination.

“God,” she whispered, “you taste good,” before she swirled her tongue all the way up his shaft to the thick, spongy crown on top and taking him inside her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, his hands leaving the sides to sink into her hair now, his entire frame pulled taut.

That f-word and the way he held her head, emboldened Viv and when she tasted the salty tang of his arousal, she went deeper and sucked harder setting up a rhythm and a pace that built inexorably until he was groaning and panting and shifting and she knew he was close and the knowledge of it was like a jungle drum through her blood.

A fever in her head.

“Christ…Vivian.” He groaned and his entire body went rigid. “I’m coming.”

She moaned at his strangled admission, her pulse flying now, knowing that she had driven him to the point of no return, she had led him from arousal to ecstasy, she had pushed him over that edge. His shout of release echoed like an aria through her head and she tasted the salt of him as she swallowed, keeping up the rhythmic bobbing of her head until he was spent and gasping against the benchtop, his hands in her hair lax as the tension leached from his body.

“Jesus,” he panted as Vivian pulled away, nuzzling up the inside slope of his hip. “I’m never going to be able to drink hot chocolate again without remembering this.”

Viv smiled, propping her chin on the bony crest and looking up his body at the rise and fall of his chest still a little on the fast side. “There are worse crosses to bear,” she teased.

He smiled, his hand pushing into her hair again, his fingertips massaging her scalp, and Viv wanted to arch her back and purr it felt so good. It sure stoked the flames that had been burning in her core. “Well…” She straightened, her gaze taking another tour of his body before finally meeting his. “I’m heading back to bed for round three.”

Because Jesus she just couldn’t get enough of Reuben.

Viv was suddenly worried that two months wasn’t going to be enough to burn him out of her system. But, as Gaylene had pointed out—Bozeman was only thirty minutes away.

Maybe five months would be enough?

He gave a half laugh. “I’m probably going to need a minute or two to recover.”

“Sure,” Viv said stepping into his line of sight as she shrugged out of her gown, letting it drop to the floor. “I’ll get started without you.”

His eyes went round as he stared at her naked body, lingering on her breasts and the juncture