grinning. “You’re insatiable, woman.”
Matching his grin with her own, feeling that somehow he’d just given her a big compliment, she smiled a very feminine smile. “I know.”
Twelve
Thirty minutes later, they were sitting cross-legged on the colorful rug on Jason’s living room floor, a bowl of plump red strawberries and a smaller bowl of freshly whipped cream between them.
“I hope you’re planning on feeding me some of these. A guy needs to keep his strength up, you know.”
Laughing, Emma shoved a strawberry into his open mouth. Juice dribbled down his chin and she leaned forward to lick it off.
“You know what?” he asked in a low voice.
“What?” The word came out barely loud enough to reach him.
“I never thought I’d say this, but food can wait. This can’t.”
His mouth claimed hers as he greedily demanded more of what she was dying to give him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him, desperate as always for his touch.
He pulled her on top of him and then as he kissed her senseless he rolled them over. She moaned as his hard, muscular heat enveloped her. He made a growling sound deep in his throat as he grasped her cotton dress with both hands and ripped it open down the middle.
Emma was secretly thrilled at his loss of control. “You’d better be planning to buy me a new dress.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred new dresses if you want,” he replied, “but right now that one was in my way.”
Emma couldn’t fight back her grin. It felt so good to know that he wanted her enough to rip the clothes from her body. She was about to say something cute and witty, when all of a sudden, she felt something cool and wet on her lips, quickly followed by his tongue. He gently nipped at each sensitive patch of her lips, dipping his tongue into the corners to get at the whipped cream, taking small bites at her lower lip, running the tip of his tongue over the arch of her upper lip.
“Good?” she barely managed to ask.
“Very sweet.”
The next dollop landed on her ni**les and as he bent down to clean her off, the light stubble on his cheeks brushed against the underside of her br**sts. He ran his fingers over her hard sticky br**sts.
“You have the most amazing tits.” “I do?” she said, sincerely doubtful that her natural Bcups could ever compete with the silicone wonders she’d seen him photographed with over the years.
“Oh yes,” he replied, cupping each of them in his hands, sliding his thumbs over the taut tips. Running hot kisses down her stomach, he kissed the upper seam of her panties. “It would be a shame to have to rip these off.” Spooning whipped cream onto the lace he sucked at her mound and an orgasm whipped
through her, from zero to ninety in under a second. And then he was naked and rolling onto his back, pulling her up to straddle him. Slipping on a condom, he slid her sticky panties to one side and positioned her above his hard shaft.
She moved with an instinctive rhythm above him, slowly up then down on his shaft, then faster and more insistent as the wonderful pressure built up inside of her.
On the verge of release, Jason pulled her into a kiss and as their mouths connected he plunged his tongue in and out in the same rhythm that he was rocking his pelvis against hers, both of them losing control.
Gasping, he ground himself against her as he pulsed deep inside.
Minutes later, on the verge of falling asleep in the middle of his rug, Jason picked Emma up and carried her to his bed. Wrapping his arms around her, she closed her eyes, happier than she’d been in a very, very long time.
Emma woke up the next morning just as Jason was tucking his shirt in and fastening his belt. He was freshly showered and smelled so good that she wanted to pull him back down to the bed to make love again.
“Do you have to go?” she asked, hating the whine in her voice, but unable to keep it at bay.
“Duty calls,” he said on a grin, but she could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to leave either and that made everything all right.
The perfect day they’d had made her feel confident enough to tease him. “You world-famous chefs are in such demand.” She licked her lips, remembering just how in demand he’d been