"I'll buy you a new blouse," he said. "A pretty one. One that shows off your beautiful breasts." He dropped the fork on the table and used his fingers to caress her, exulting in the heavy weight in his hands.
Triumph roared through him when Amanda moaned and threw back her head. He reached behind her blouse and opened her bra, certain that she didn't even notice as he continued licking each of her creamy breasts. With the bra loose, a feast was suddenly before him, and he took advantage. He licked up one slope, nosing aside the fabric that protected her no longer. When he reached his goal, he circled her pink nipple, around and around while the tight point poked his tongue.
She tasted so good. He sucked hard, a sudden flare of hunger almost causing him to lose control. Harder and harder. His entire body was clenched with the need to plunder her. He barely her her moans until she called out. "Logan!"
He released her at once. "Sorry," he muttered.
She mashed her breasts into his face. "The other side," she pleaded.
With a muffled laugh, he switched sides. There was nothing he loved more than sexual eagerness. Well, a climax was better. But, after an orgasm, he would have to withdraw completely, and be alone. So until then, he loved foreplay and the sights and sounds of a well-aroused woman.
"I want to try something," he said, his voice pitched low, to be soothing. He scooped up a dollop of ice cream. Before she could wonder what he intended, he spilled the cold ice cream onto one nipple.
She jerked in surprise. "Logan!"
He latched onto her breast, licked the ice cream off, and then sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned again.
"You taste so good," he murmured. He gave her other nipple the same treatment.
She grabbed the hair on his head. "What are you doing?"
He glanced up to see her eyes closed, and her head thrown back against the chair.
"I'm enjoying my dessert," he said. "And I intend to finish every bite."
He scooped up another dollop of ice cream.
Amanda heard his deep voice talking, but she barely comprehended the words. Her body was in the throes of a pleasure that was overwhelming her ability to think. She couldn't be sitting here, with her breasts outthrust while Logan played with them.
Her boss.
She started to straighten up from her leaning position. "Logan—"
But he seemed not to hear her warning, or to see anything amiss. He continued eating his dessert off her.
The cold of the ice cream contrasted with the warmth of his mouth, and the sensations were heightened by the naughtiness of what he was doing.
Cold, then hot.
The impersonal touch of the ice cream, followed by the deeply personal touch of his mouth. His lips. His tongue.
He played with one nipple, and then the other. Each time he dropped another spot of ice cream on her, he increased the suction he used to clean it off. First his tongue would swirl all around her nipple, then his mouth would close over it and he'd suck. Gently at first, and then with increasing pressure.
Until he was pulling her already peaked nipple into a stinging point.
She moaned as her body drew tighter and tighter. Her legs wanted to spread wide open, and her hands clutched his head, as if he might be her salvation, rather than her ruin. Her own head swam with both pleasure and a slight dizziness. A small voice in her brain tried to speak up and issue a warning, but every time the tiny voice intruded, another wave of delight swamped it.
She told herself she was safe. Logan was only playing with her breasts while enjoying his dessert. They were still seated at the dining room table. He was still fully dressed.
By the time Logan put his spoon down in the empty bowl, the clink against the china barely registered. She was tense with desire, overcome with the sensations he'd skillfully aroused in her body. She refused to think about sex, but she was needy and clingy and as empty as the bowl.
She opened her eyes to see Logan rise to his feet. Alarm barreled through her. Was he done with her? Would he make another of his abrupt departures? She glanced up at him, barely aware of what she was doing.
"That's quite an effective look of appeal," he said, his voice low. "I think I'm flattered."
She tried to clear her thoughts. "I should be going home,