Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

“Since you’re here…” She walked inside and set the cake on the table.

But Huck stayed on the porch, like some gentleman—or vampire—that wouldn’t come in unless he was invited. Another oddly c

onsiderate action.

She should send him away. Allowing him in would lead to nothing good.

No, it’d lead to something mind-blowing.

She mentally groaned.

Well, as long as he was here, he could at least help her out of this damn dress. Then, his gentlemanly duty done, she’d send him on his way.

Maybe.

She walked back to the door and presented her shoulders to him. “Can you help me out of this?”

“Ah honey, I thought you’d never ask.”

“It’s stuck,” she clarified. But his hands were already working on the zipper, and the feel of his fingers sliding down her back as the material gave way made tingles race up her spine.

“What’s the other thing?” she asked, trying to keep focus and not give in to the amazing way he touched her. “You said there are two things that turn a day around. What’s the other besides cake?”

She felt his breath against her neck. “Orgasms, of course.”

She turned in his arms, holding up the bodice of her dress. Huck gently ran his knuckles along her spine, then found her long hair and combed through the ends.

Being within his strong grasp felt nice. Suddenly the house didn’t feel so big, and she didn’t feel so cold.

“That’s a pretty big piece of cake,” she said. He nodded but seemed content to gently stoke her hair while his green gaze ate her up. “Would you like to share it?”

“Yeah,” he said, but he wasn’t looking at the cake. His eyes were on her barely covered breasts.

If she was going to get rid of him, the time was now. Because if she waited a second longer, she wouldn’t have any willpower left.

She swallowed hard, turned…and gave in. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen. I just need to get dressed.”

She hustled to her room. She kept the leggings on but tossed off the dress and put on a black tank. No need to bother with a bra. She went back to the kitchen and found Huck sitting at the table with two forks.

Cake.

And Huck.

Hard to say which one looked more tasty.

She sat across from him.

“You like vanilla?” He stabbed the cake with his fork, and then took a bite, never taking his eyes off of hers. Nothing about this man seemed vanilla. And judging by his hot stare, they were talking about more than cake.

“It’s all right,” she said. There was a faint innuendo to the question, so she went with honesty. “My tastes are more dark. More bold.”

She took a small bite, and he watched her every move.

“That right? So more of a chocolate kind of girl?”

“Red velvet.”

“Of course you are.”