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The rich, sweet smell of chocolate drugged her senses. She wanted to eat that bite of heaven in the worst way. But she couldn’t. A moment on the lips...and it went straight to her hips. She didn’t keep chocolate in the house for a reason.
“Open,” he instructed. “None of these calories count because honey, I promise you’re about to burn them all.”
The temptation was humongous. She wrestled with it. And lost.
How could she do anything else but eat it? Chocolate burst on her tongue and a moment later, his tongue twined with hers, tasting the chocolate along with her in a delicious kiss.
The twin sensations of Dax and chocolate nearly pushed her over the edge. She moaned in appreciation. Desire. Surrender.
Trailing chocolate kisses back down her throat, he paused to line up several chips around her nipple and proceeded to lick each one, smearing more chocolate on her breasts than he got in his mouth. He proceeded to suck off the sweetness, sending her into a taut spiral of need that could only be salved one way.
As if he’d read her mind again, he lowered himself between her thighs, opened them and kissed each one. Muscles tight with anticipation, she choked on a breath, waiting for the sweet fire of his intimate kiss.
He didn’t disappoint her. She felt a chip graze her nub and then Dax’s tongue followed it, and her eyelids slammed closed as her senses pulsed with pleasure.
“You taste delicious,” he rasped and stuck another chip under his tongue, laving so hard, she came instantly in a starburst of sparkles that bowed her back and ripped a cry from her throat.
Immediately, he rose up and treated her to a chocolate, musky kiss, twining all the flavors together into an overwhelming, sensual bouquet.
“See how delicious you taste?” he murmured and cupped her with his hand, sliding fingers through her folds and into her damp center, yanking yet another climax from deep inside.
Still in the throes of a chocolate orgasm, she couldn’t sort one sensation from the other and didn’t want to. Finally the ripples faded, leaving her gasping and nearly blind as dots crowded her vision.
“Delicious,” he repeated. “Beautiful.”
Then he put the icing on it.
“By the way,” he said casually. “In case it wasn’t crystal clear, this was me showing you how gorgeous you are. Remember this every time you put chocolate in your mouth, which better be a lot. Because I don’t want you to ever, ever forget that you’re beautiful or that the sight of you eating chocolate is so hot, I’m about to lose it.”
She blinked and focused on his wolfish smile. He’d been trying to psychoanalyze her with this little stunt?
So now every time she thought about chocolate, she’d make all kinds of associations that it should never have, like unbelievable pleasure, a gorgeous man’s mouth tasting of sin and sugar, and the pièce de résistance, that watching her eat chocolate turned him on.
It was...brilliant. The benefits of sleeping with a man who understood both psychology and a woman’s body couldn’t be overstated.
And she wasn’t simply falling for him; it was more like being dropped off a cliff, straight into a mess of emotion she had no idea how to handle.
She would have thought herself capable of understanding love, if indeed that’s what was going on. Certainly she would have said she could recognize it. And it did not resemble this crazy, upside-down thing inside that was half thrilling, half terrifying and 100 percent Dax.
What if this wasn’t love but an orgasm-induced hallucination? Worse, what if she went with it, straight into a broken heart? Her fat-girl blanket usually kept that from happening, but she’d lost it.
Or rather, Dax had stolen it from her with chocolate.
And he’d completely piqued her curiosity as to what he planned to do with shoes.
* * *
Dax picked up Elise and took her to the bathroom, where he filled the tub and spent a long time washing the chocolate from her body. He wanted to sink into the steaming water and sink into Elise, but he was too busy breathing her in to stop.
She smelled like chocolate and well-loved woman and home, all rolled into one bundle he could not get enough of. He’d only meant to worship her gorgeous body and enable her to eat something she liked at the same time. He had not intended to forever alter his perception of chocolate, but he’d never taste it again without getting a hard-on.
Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Finally he couldn’t stand being separated from her any longer and stripped to slide into the tub. She watched him unashamedly, ravenous gaze flickering to his rigid erection as he bared it. Last night she’d had a hard time with that, as if nakedness were shocking.
