say more, but her husband silenced her with a kiss and a squeeze.
"All right! Meeting adjourned. I just remembered some business we have at home."
The meeting was over, just like that. Rivka and Mick cleared out like their tails were on fire, and even Martin left with little delay. Promising to lock up, Lila and Tom were the only two left in the gallery.
"So," she said slowly. "Do you want to talk about food?"
The tension was nearly visible in the air between them.
"I’d like to talk about eating."
"Why talk?" Lila’s eyes were aglow with blue ice and her voice a husky intimation. "When you can do?"
Then there was nothing more to be said.
Chapter 5
The caramel wasn’t hot enough to burn her skin, but Lila definitely knew exactly where Tom was dripping it. It made a sticky puddle on the soft curve of her stomach and oozed lazily down her sides. The more she wriggled, the faster it slid across her skin. Unfortunately, the things Tom was doing to her with his hands and mouth made it impossible for her to stay still.
"Now for the best part," he murmured and paused in his exploration of her body to reach for the cardboard container beside him.
She nearly shrieked as the ice cream landed first on one breast, then the next. Her nipples rose like iron spikes. Lila let out a wheezing, shuddering laugh at the sensation.
"It’s cold!" Her complaint wasn’t very fierce. The frosty dessert was already melting on her passion-heated skin. "When you made me promise not to move, you didn’t say anything about freezing me to death!"
"I told you I wanted to make upside-down sundaes and you agreed." Tom bent his head to suckle the dripping ice cream off her nipples. "First we did the cherry, then the whipped cream. Then the caramel.…"
She forced a solemn expression to her face. "Then the ice cream. You’ve made a mess of me."
The glint in his eye promised lust. "I’m going to clean it up. Starting right now."
True to his word, Tom moved his mouth along her entire body and paused at every place he had dripped or slathered with food. First, he suckled and laved her breasts and nipples clean of vanilla, moving from one to the next until she had to physically clench her hands together to keep from clutching his head.
The rules to Tom’s game had been very simple. She was not to use her hands until he allowed it. Lila hadn’t asked what the punishment might be, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her word as he inched his way down her body.
After caressing her breasts, Tom slid his tongue down to her stomach. Pressing gentle kisses along the slope of her hip, he moved to the curve of her thigh. His every touch was a fire of sensation. Lila moaned, shifting her hips beneath his kiss. She was on fire, and it was obvious he knew it.
As if he could no longer wait, Tom parted her thighs and dipped his head to the spot where she ached most for his touch. He smoothed apart the soft tangle of her hair to expose her completely to his every motion. As he stroked her with his tongue, Lila jumped beneath his touch.
"Tom!" She forgot her promise and wrapped her fingers in the lush darkness of his hair. Nothing mattered except his tongue and fingers working their magic upon her.
His lips suckled her as he had her nipples. Exquisite pleasure rocketed through her. The world faded away to mere blurs of red and black as she raised her hips to his mouth. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, moving ever inward. The tight ball of her impending orgasm folded, tighter and tighter, in upon itself in every nuance of ecstasy as Tom continued making love to her with his mouth.
Tom slid his hands beneath her buttocks, and the heat of his fingers brought another delicious torture to her flesh. Pulling her closer to him, he moved his mouth away from her burning center. Though she whimpered, he merely blew a soft gust of cool air across her. Her thighs quivered.
Lila was poised on the edge of an incredible, tremendous orgasm. Aching with sensation, her entire body trembled. Tom puffed again, the air caressing her so delicately she would not have felt it had she not been so incredibly aroused. She wanted—no, needed—his lips and tongue on her again, but something held her back. She wanted to beg, but