“Does this conversation mean I can call you my girlfriend? Scott’s been doing it for weeks now.”
She chuckled. “Your little brother?”
“Yes, he’s been dying to know more about you.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That you were a delicious dollop of chocolate I wanted to devour whole.”
“Jett!” Her head popped up. “You did not.”
“Nope, but you should’ve seen your face.”
She rolled her eyes. “I told him you were amazing, beautiful, intelligent, funny, and all mine, so he’d better not decide to get a case of wandering eyes.”
“You’re sweet.”
“No, I’m serious. Scott thinks the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.”
She released a strangled laugh. “You did not just say that!”
“I did.” He gripped her thighs and spread them wider. “And the way I consider it your berry is overdue for some harvesting.” Plump nipples hardened and poked out through her thin tank top. He swooped in, sucked one into his mouth and rolled the other between his fingers.
“Oh.” Her head fell back, exposing her long, graceful, neck. He nipped the tender pebble, continued to roll its twin, and moved up with soft kisses until he reached the heartbeat in her neck. His tongue laved, tasted the salty skin and sucked it into his mouth. A primal instinct to mark her drove him.
“Jett.” She gasped, writhed on the counter top, a wicked, wanton thing. He pulled away, admired the purple brush left behind.
“I want to be buried deep inside you, Kansas.”
“Bedroom is at the end of the hall to the left.”
He scooped her body up in his arms. She attached her lips, a frenzy of lips, and tongues. Loneliness faded away and a ragging inferno of want remained. Quick strides led him to her room. With reluctance he detached his mouth.
“Lights?” he rasped.
“Switch to your right on the wall.”
He clicked it up with his elbow, spotting the queen-sized bed a few feet away. Resuming the kiss, he stumbled toward the bed. Like a vintage bottle of whiskey her flavor got better with time and tasting. Her fingers settled into his overgrown hair and yanked. He growled.
“Need you now, Jett.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He set her down onto the bed, and they ripped their clothes off. Bending down he slipped the preplaced condom from his jeans and crawled on to the bed.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He leaned down, placed the foil beside her on the bed and kissed her belly. The muscles quivered, and he tilted his head back to meet her eyes and smirked. He kissed and nipped a path to her belly button and dipped his tongue inside. She hissed, her hips lifting off the bed, and he swirled his tongue around the shallow concave.
“Oh.”
The breathy sigh was music to his ears. “I’ve spent too many nights dreaming about your sexy little noises. You’ll be hoarse by the time that I’m done.” His traced a line up her body, between her full breasts. He sucked the skin into his mouth, and she arched.
“You tease.”
He released her flesh, moving down to the underside of her breasts. “Mhmm. The way you’ve tortured me with that silky voice of yours over the phone I figured it was payback time.” Her skin broke out into goose-bumps. Her thighs rubbed together beneath him. Wetness spilled from his tip. Giving her pleasure damn near sent him into an orgasm.
“Evil, evil man.”
“No, I only play one on television.”
“D-Dex Kimber is not evil.” He sucked her right nipple into his mouth, massaging its twin. “Oh!”