I should have argued, I should have done anything other than part my lips at his command.
“Good girl,” he growled and put the chocolate on my tongue.
My lips closed around the chocolate, catching the tip of his finger in the process. I moaned as the taste exploded in my mouth, chocolate and rum and coconut. “Damn, that’s good.
“Never wanted to be a piece of damn chocolate more in my life.” My belly clenched at the heat of his words, his gaze.
My breath hitched and I squeezed my legs together. Tight. “Next,” I demanded on a shaky breath.
Antonio’s smile was dark and promising and it never left me as he reached for another. “Open up.”
I did just that and stuck out my tongue.
“Augusta,” he growled.
“Yes?”
“Temptress,” he grunted and brushed the chocolate across my bottom lip. “Lick.”
I did. “Bourbon and coffee?”
“Impressive, but it’s whiskey.”
“More.”
He placed the candy in my mouth and I closed my lips around the chocolate and his fingers. “Mmm.”
It went on and on like that, the hottest experience of my life.
Dark chocolate and vanilla.
White chocolate and key lime.
“Which one did you like best?” Antonio asked the question, his dark gaze focused on my lips.
I looked at him and, feeling bold, I smiled. “I might need a second taste before I make up my mind.”
“Whatever the sexy lady wants,” he pulled me into his arms a flash of a moment before his lips crashed down on mine. It was a chaste kiss at first, no tongue but full of heat as our lips collided again and again, then his tongue teased me, back and forth, back and forth until my lips tingled.
Our mouths crashed together in a mash of lips and tongues and teeth, frantic and hungry, intense and needy. Oh, so needy. His big hands gripped my shoulders and slid down my back to settle at my waist to bring me closer to him. My hands went to his face, cupped his rugged jaw that was two days past needing a shave, and I let my thumbs slide up and down his jaw, the scrape against my thumbs sent a shiver through me.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes, dark with desire and need. “Antonio,” I whispered.
“I’m right here, Augusta.”
He was, right here, his gaze begged me to choose him. To kiss him.
“You are,” I grinned and nipped his bottom lip. In one swift move, I was on top of him, straddling his hips and deepening the kiss.
His hands slid down to my ass and pulled me right up against where he was long and hard between my thighs. I groaned into his mouth and ground against the erection that tempted me beyond all reason. We kissed like old lovers engaged in a familiar dance, instinctively we knew how to come together, how to execute the right move that would make the other just a little wilder. A little more aroused.
A little mad.
Madness was the exact right word for how I felt in that moment. Wild and reckless too, but mostly just madness. The chocolate and the man drove me to the edge, so consumed with his body and his taste, that I couldn’t think straight.
It was the only explanation for the words that left my mouth next. “Nothing better than a gorgeous man and handmade chocolates.”
Antonio flashed a crooked grin and stood, palmed my ass with a grunt. “Let’s test that theory,” he grunted and carried me to my room.
We spent the afternoon doing just that.
Antonio
Augusta stretched beside me, her tits jiggled and her hard nipples called out to me. The moan that accompanied the stretch went straight to my cock and I pulled her close. “You trying to tempt me again, woman?” Not that it took much for her tempt me, but her reaction to the chocolates was better than I had hoped.
“Me?” Her innocent tone as she rolled her hips into me was more than a temptation. “I’m no temptation.”
My hands went to her hips and a slow grin spread across my face. “We talked about your ability to take a compliment, didn’t we?”
“Was that a compliment?”
I thrust my hips up and my cock slid between her damp lips. “Did it sound like one?”
Augusta threw her head back and arched her back with a moan. “What was the question?”
A low growl escaped and I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around one hard pink nipple. Another moan escaped her and I sucked harder. Her hips rolled again, the move covered me in moisture. “Augusta.”
She moved to her knees and gripped me in her hands to guide me inside of her. “Yes? Oh yes.” Her question turned into a moan and my hips thrust up, settling deep inside her pulsing heat.
My phone buzzed and vibrated on the nightstand. As tempted as I was to ignore it, I couldn’t. “I have to check it.”