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“The sex is scorching”
- Romantic Times
Excerpt
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“Come, sit.” Using what had to be an expensive handkerchief, Beckett dusted off one of the marble benches and laid the fabric on the stone for Ashley to sit on.
He waited until she had settled herself and then bowed before her as if he were a waiter. “Mademoiselle, your dinner is served.”
She had to laugh. Who was the real Beckett Emery? Charming and funny one second, serious and enigmatic the next. He sat next to her and raised his champagne flute. “To new friends.”
Ashley echoed his toast, and they delicately clinked their crystal together.
“Try this.” Instead of handing her the tiny slice of bread covered in what looked to be chicken salad, Beck brushed it against her lips.
She took a tiny bite, the tangy chicken and Cajun-flavored creamy seasoning a delicious combination. “Mmmm.” She couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her throat.
“You want more, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question, and Ashley opened her mouth in anticipation. He slipped the tidbit into her mouth, staring at her as she chewed.
After the shrimp, Beck fed her a fresh mozzarella slice topped with ripe tomato and basil, fresh cantaloupe wrapped with salty prosciutto ham, and even a cold Vietnamese spring roll with crunchy cabbage and tender shrimp. “Oh, I’m starting to get full.” She put her hand to her stomach in protest.
“You need dessert. I bet you don’t get enough sweet things.” He was right. Conscious of her weight among other health-conscious South Floridians, she often denied herself any treats.
She started to agree, but he was already reaching for the mango cheesecake. Ashley stopped him. “I’ve eaten all this food. I want you to share dessert with me.” She picked up the mini-cheesecake and offered it to him. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and took a bite, his gaze never leaving hers. Her breath quickened. She had never realized how sensuous it was to feed a man, to watch his lips open and receive her gift, to see his tongue dart out to catch every drop of goodness.
“Now you,” he commanded. She turned the cheesecake around, deliberately putting her mouth where his had been. His grip tightened around hers and he quickly let go.
The last item on the plate was a fruit tart, the berries drizzled in a syrupy glaze. Ashley swiped some of the glaze off the top. “Try this.” She offered her fingers to him.
He slowly sucked the pads of her fingers, his tongue drawing tiny circles long after every bit of the food was gone. She fell under his spell, the warm, wet suction tugging at her nipples and lower between her thighs.
He pulled back and painted her mouth with the sugary liquid. But instead of waiting for her to lick it off, he swooped in with the swiftness she’d seen on the field and kissed her. Although Ashley had been waiting for his kiss, been longing for it, it still overpowered her.
She clung to his shoulders as he nipped at her lower lip. She opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside, delicately rubbing hers. She responded eagerly, sucking on him as he took possession of her mouth in a masterful way. It was a shocking first kiss—no tentative peck on the lips, but a full blown seduction.
He lifted his head. “I’ve been dying to taste you—red and juicy, sweeter than cherries.”
Ashley saw her lipstick smudged on his mouth even in the dim light, and she wanted to mark him further, tell every woman there that Beck Emery was hers, at least for a magical moment in the moonlight.
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