Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,44

grinned, but already knew the answer. His moods were far from sweet.

She slid out of her chair and sidled up to him. “Oh, you’re plenty sweet. And I’ll be indulging in that sweetness”—she leaned in and nibbled his earlobe— “a little later.” She bit down, and the twinge of pleasure-pain shot straight to his cock. “On second thought, why don’t we have a little taste test right now?”

She grabbed the champagne bottle and her glass, and walked over to the pillow bed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sexy sway of her hips.

That tiny red dress rode up her thighs and exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks when she bent over to set the champagne on the floor.

The hut had sliding shutters on three of its sides, and at that moment he was happy with his decision to keep only the main ones open. He didn’t want anyone getting a glimpse of her perfection, or catching them in the act, because every movement was on purpose. She even spread her legs a little to give him an eyeful of the black lace that covered her.

“We’re having mahi-mahi,” he said, trying to distract himself so he wouldn’t attack her on the spot. “With mango salsa.”

He started dicing the mango. The sweet smell of the fruit and the fresh tomatoes he’d chopped earlier wafted up and infused his senses. But she was pulling out all the stops to turn later into right now.

He did his best not to look at her ass and focus on cutting up the mango and red onion for the salsa, but she made it difficult to concentrate. He probably shouldn’t even be using a knife at the moment. He was liable to cut off one or more of his fingers. A trip to the emergency room was not how he wanted tonight to end.

“And pineapple fried rice.”

In another predetermined move to get him hard—mission accomplished—she kneeled, then crawled across the giant pillow, turning to settle in the center with her back against the wall. She made no attempt to close her legs. They remained wide open for his viewing pleasure. She crooked her finger at him, begging him with her eyes to come over and ravage her.

But there was ample time tonight to do what they did best. First, he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Wanted it to be built on something more than sex. Yes, once they set foot on home soil everything they had built here in Hawaii would end. But he needed to let her in and share this with her, because once they got home, he wouldn’t be able to do it.

But then she traced her finger up the inside of her thigh. The knife he was holding dropped to the cutting board.

“You are so not playing fair.”

She smiled coyly.

Well, two could play that game.

He strode over to her. His erection throbbed in his linen pants. His pulse had doubled, and he had no doubt that his need for her was written all over his face.

He dropped to the floor, his knees hitting the softness of the pillows. He crawled up her body, planting light kisses on her feet, her calves, her thighs. Tickling his nose along her warm, sweet skin until he was face-to-face with the sweetest part of her. She pulled up her dress so she could see what he was doing, exposing her entire lower half. He flicked out his tongue and ever so lightly grazed over the lace of her thong. She moaned, and her head fell back against the pillows.

“You’re not hungry?” he whispered against her core.

She moaned again. “You’re all the food I need.”

He didn’t stop there. His mouth moved up, pressing a kiss to her stomach, then the peak of each breast through her dress, until he reached more exposed skin. He laid open-mouthed kisses on the swell of her cleavage. He kissed her collarbone, her neck, her nose, and forehead. And finally, when she was panting and her fists were curled around the pillow under her, he placed his lips to hers. With the same rhythm, he ground his hips between her legs, letting her know just how hard, how ready, he was for her. And just when she whimpered into his mouth and reached for the fly of his pants, he retreated.

She whimpered again, not in ecstasy but frustration. Her bottom lip jutted out, and she looked up at him with disappointed eyes. “You’re so mean.”

He pressed