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“What, B?” Slowly, slowly he pulled the thin fabric of her undershirt down until her breasts sprang free, wrenching a sharp gasp from her throat as the lacy fabric scraped over her swollen tips.
“Please,” she begged, her head thrown back, her breath coming in little pants that made his cock twitch painfully in response.
God, this was torture and he loved it, couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this wild to possess a woman.
“Please what?” he teased, licking ever so slowly, ever so lightly around the darker skin of her areolas, inhaling the delicious scent of aroused female. It was a scent made even more perfect by the sugary candy smell that clung to Bella, enveloping him in a peppermint cloud.
“Touch me,” she begged, opening her eyes to gaze down at him, her lips parted and face flushed.
“Touch you where?”
Shit, he was losing it, losing his will to tease as he got lost in the hunger in her eyes. She wanted him, badly, and the knowledge made him wild to give her everything she wanted, everything and more.
“Everywhere,” she whispered, cupping his face in her hands before she dropped to her knees, bringing her mouth a breath away from his. Softly, she let her tongue trail over the crease of his mouth. He parted for her immediately, but she kept her pressure light, teasing, meeting the tip of his tongue, but never coming inside, never allowing him to mate his mouth with hers.
“Kiss me, Bella,” he demanded, capturing her face and drawing her closer, moaning with satisfaction as she finally slanted her mouth against his.
But after only a few moments she pulled away and rose to her feet.
Without a word, she turned and walked toward the bed, unbuttoning her long brown skirt as she went, stepping free of it as it pooled around her feet. By the time she reached the bed, she’d pulled her filmy top off as well, leaving her nude but for simple white briefs that stretched temptingly over her full hips, barely concealing the dark thatch of curls between her legs.
Heath lost the ability to speak as she sat on the edge of the bed, hands primly on her knees, long black hair spilling over her bare breasts and a smile tugging at the edges of her heart-shaped mouth. She was beautiful—exactly his type, with her full curves and wide, intelligent blue eyes. But there was something else about her that brought his excitement to a fever pitch, something that made him just the tiniest bit nervous.
Maybe it was because he had respected her for so long. Maybe it was because he worried that sleeping together would ruin his shot at convincing Bella to work with him.
Whatever it was, he suddenly found himself shifting his weight from foot to foot, wondering if he should go ahead and show himself out, after all.
Damn it, he wished he had time to do a quick headstand. He could use a little extra blood to the brain, especially considering most of his blood supply was presently surging toward his cock. He hadn’t had such a raging hard-on for a woman in years.
That alone should have been enough to make up his mind for him. So what the hell was wrong?
“What’s wrong?” Bella echoed his thoughts, a tremble in her voice. Slowly, her arms rose to cover her chest in a gesture that was painfully vulnerable. The doubt in her eyes made him physically ill.
Screw second thoughts. He wanted this woman and she wanted him. There was no way he’d let a case of performance anxiety—or whatever the hell this weird feeling was—make him pass up what would no doubt prove to be an amazing experience. He would have Bella in every way that he wanted her. In bed, and out of it. He would just have to find a middle ground and discover some way to claim her as his lover while still winning her as a colleague.
As he moved toward the bed, the kitchen table saved his life. Or rather, what was on the kitchen table.
He grabbed the bowl, not even bothering to ask what was inside. It smelled great, looked like it tasted even better, and what better way to prove to Bella he was for real than to show her exactly how he’d like to use her unique gifts?
She frowned. “What are you—”
“Shh. I have something to show you.” Heath dipped his fingers into the slightly warm, gooey white mixture and slowly reached out to her lips.
She laughed as she realized what he had in mind, a sweet sound that made him want to laugh right along with her. But then she opened her mouth and reached out with the tip of her tongue, banishing his sense of humor.
God, she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. He was seconds away from coming in his pants, and quickly changed his mind about how tamely he wanted to begin her tutoring session.
Stopping inches short of her already kiss-swollen lips, he dropped his hand, keeping his eyes glued to hers so he could watch her response when he slowly circled her nipple with the sticky peppermint cream. She didn’t disappoint him, jumping slightly and emitting a soft moan when his hand made contact with her swollen tip.
Even that quiet, hungry sound, however, was enough to ramp up his excitement another notch. Heath had to fight for control, struggling to keep his pressure gentle, his fingers whisper-soft on her skin. There was a time for ripping off panties and fucking like wild animals, and there was a time for foreplay and erotic torture.
This encounter was of the second variety, no matter how much his cock might try to persuade him otherwise.
“What is this?” he asked. Yes, talking was good, talking helped to keep his mind off how badly he wanted to taste something a lot more intimate than Bella’s latest batch of candy.
“Peppermint fudge.” Her lips trembled and her eyes grew an even darker shade of blue as he flicked his thumb back and forth over her nipple, coating every inch of her.
Heath was so turned on that he swore he could feel the same thrill of excitement that coursed through Bella as he touched her, feel when his teasing touch started to drive her over the edge.
