Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,53
against her lips, “and I hope you don’t mind me saying it. Or showing it, because that’s what I intend to do tonight.”
“No, I don’t mind at all,” she said on a whisper, wishing she could say the words back, but knowing that accepting his love seemed to be enough for Dan at the moment.
He led her into the bedroom, and she gasped at the sight she found there.
Champagne chilled in a bucket, and there were rose petals on the bed. Dan smiled, lit several candles and then turned off the lights. He picked up a remote, and soft music played in the background.
He took the chocolate sauce out of the bag and set it on the side of the bed.
Jodie caught her breath long enough to say, “You did all of this?”
“Do you mind?”
“Absolutely not. It’s beautiful.”
She was used to one-night stands and the quick, frantic sex that happened when things were just about sex. No one had ever done anything like this for her before, and she registered an emotional tightness in her throat that she had to fight back.
“It’s so…romantic,” she said, still taking it all in.
This wasn’t just about sex and, surprisingly, that was okay with her.
“Come here.” Dan stood by the huge bed looking so handsome she felt like she had been lifted out of real life and into a fairy tale.
She walked over to him, happy to comply. He seemed so unlike her usual Dan. Commanding, sexy and in control. She wanted to do whatever he said, and gladly.
All she wanted was to please him, to be deserving of his love.
“Turn around,” he said softly, and she did. He eased the zipper of her dress down, pulling it gently from her shoulders and easing it down to her feet, where she stepped away from the pool of fabric.
She heard his sharp intake of breath as he ran a finger along the small of her back, tracing the pattern of the dark blue lace of her panties. She shivered under the light, teasing touch.
“I bought these just for you,” she confessed. “For tonight.”
No one else had ever seen them on her. No one else ever would.
“I’m glad you decided to wear them after all,” he said, raining kisses along her shoulders and down her back, nibbling all the way down as he pushed the lace to the floor, as well. Jodie was trembling for the caresses, but stood in place. “You’re so beautiful.”
He worked his way back up her body, slowly, and undid the bra, letting it fall away. He walked around her, taking her in in a slow, purely male perusal before he faced her, still completely clothed.
She could see the possessiveness in his gaze, and it made her even hotter. He started to say something, but words failed. For her, too.
Instead, he kissed her, and she moaned as her sensitive nipples rubbed on the fabric of his suit. It was wonderful, but she wanted him naked, too, and said so.
“In a little while, don’t worry,” he said. “We have time.”
He bent and slipped his arms under her back and knees, picking her up and carrying her to the bed, where he laid her down.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, as he was still dressed.
“I just want to remember every second of this night,” he said, undoing his tie, and then slipping out of the rest of his clothes, leaving the expensive suit in a pile on the floor as he reached for the chocolate sauce.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, pausing, then he left the room.
Jodie frowned, wondering what he was up to, but she heard the hum of the microwave and smiled.
He reappeared in the doorway, the warmed, open jar of chocolate sauce in his hand.
“I told you I planned to take my time over dessert,” he said. His weight on the side of the bed, he dipped a finger into the jar and considered where to start.
Each nipple was treated to a gob of warm chocolate, which he thoroughly sucked away, leaving her writhing.
He painted a chocolate path down the middle of her belly, and lower, following the path with his mouth, licking every bit of sweetness from her skin, but denying her the satisfaction that she craved.
“You’re evil,” she said as he rolled her to her stomach. He gave the same treatment to the length of her spine, and continued to kiss and lick chocolate from the backs of her thighs and the tender hollow of