“And how do you know these brownies are for you?” he teased.
“Because torture isn’t your style. You’re too good to me to withhold such vital goodness.” Not waiting for permission, I grabbed a spoon, then dug into the pan. It was, I’d learned, the best way to eat Emilio’s sweet-and-spicy triple-chocolate brownies.
The warm, gooey, chocolatey goodness exploded on my tongue, chased with just the right kick of chili pepper. Orgasmic, as usual.
Emilio laughed as I shoved in a few more spoonfuls.
“Hey. Would you mind sharing?” he teased, nudging me in the ribs. “I did after all make them for both of us.”
I scooped up a spoonful for him, cupping a hand under his chin as I spoon-fed him. His mouth engulfed the entire end of the spoon, soft lips brushing against my fingers.
We took turns feeding each other, demolishing half the pan before we even took a break for milk. Then, we dove back in.
Finally, when I couldn’t take another bite of the rich, chocolatey perfection, I set down the spoon and leaned back on the couch.
“That’s it?” he asked incredulously. “There’s still at least a third left.”
“I can’t eat another bite,” I said.
“Lightweight.” Emilio leaned back, putting his arm around me. I snuggled in close, inhaling his sweet, outdoorsy scent. Everything about him was so good, so warm, so… pure. It was a strange way to describe a lone wolf shifter, perhaps, but it fit. At a time where everything was going dark, Emilio was goodness and light.
“What are you thinking about,querida?” He asked softly, brushing his knuckles along my upper arm.
I turned to look up at his face, his deep brown eyes shining, his glossy black hair catching the soft lamplight, chocolate staining the edges of his lips. In that moment, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. He made me feel lucky to be alive, to be here, to be sharing this moment in time with someone so incredible.
And he was looking at me in the exact same way.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my throat tightening.
He smoothed his thumb over the corner of my lips, undoubtedly smeared with chocolate, just like his. “For the brownies?”
“Yes, for the brownies. But also for being in my life. For taking such good care of me. For keeping me calm and sane when everything around me is falling apart. For… for looking at me the way you do.”
He cocked his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like…” I swallowed the tightness in my throat, my heart thumping, everything in me hoping I was right. Hoping I hadn’t misread his feelings. In a faint whisper full of that bright, gossamer hope, I said, “Like you want to kiss me.”
He watched me a long moment, his eyes intense, his smile receding. For one mortifying, terrifying instant, I thought I’d made the wrong call.
Then he traced his thumb along the bottom of my lip, sliding his fingers along my jaw.
“I will always be in your life,mi brujita. That is a promise. As for wanting to kiss you…”
He held my gaze another agonizing moment, then dipped his head, capturing my mouth in chocolate-infused kiss that was as hot as it was sweet, the spark of it traveling straight down to my toes.
I reached up and threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. Without breaking our kiss, he scooped me into his strong arms, lifting me up and carrying me back to his bedroom.
He laid me on the bed, kissing my lips, my neck, slowly working his way down my body as he unwrapped the bathrobe, revealing my naked flesh. He took his time, exploring every inch of bare skin with gentle kisses and soft caresses, his tongue swirling over my nipple, then sucking, his fingers trailing down between my thighs.
I parted for him, welcoming the touch of his strong hands, his warmth. He slid two fingers inside me, his thumb tracing slow circles over my clit.
Everything about his touch was slow and deliberate, gradually electrifying my nerves, winding me tighter and tighter until I was certain I’d burst if I didn’t feel him inside me.
He seemed to sense this, and gently made his way back to my mouth, capturing me in a deep, sensual kiss.
He pulled away just a moment, just long enough to strip off his own clothes. He stood before me then, naked in the moonlight, his beautiful, muscular form standing over me like a sculpture of a Greek god. I drank in the sight of him, my eyes tracing the broad lines of his shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the trail of dark hair that led down to his cock, hard and massive.
I nodded, giving him a soft smile, and he climbed on top of me, graceful despite his hulking form. Slowly, he lowered his full weight over me, his warmth sliding over my skin like water, like the hot bubble bath I’d just taken, and we lay like that for several long, blissful moments, our hearts beating as one.
