This Man (This Man 1)

His eyes sparkle and he grins that roguish grin. ‘This might be a little cold. ’ he warns, as he squirts a long trail straight down my middle. I inhale quickly at the initial shock of the freezing cold cream, running from the hollow of my throat, all the way down to the juncture of my thighs. He smirks, squirting a little extra where it counts. I look down at the long path of white puffs, feeling my nipples pucker tighter at the chilliness close by. He stands back, his eyes dancing with delight.

‘It’s a bit if a cliché, isn’t it?’ I look at his satisfied face.

He squirts some in his own mouth. ‘The old ones are the best. ’ He starts walking away again. Where’s he going? I sit on the breakfast bar coated in cream, watching as he rifles through cupboards. ‘Here it is. ’ he declares.

Here’s what? He opens a drawer, pulls out a spatula and walks back over, tapping a jar of chocolate spread mischievously. As he arrives back between my legs, he unscrews the lid and tosses it on the marble counter.

I arch a brow at him, questioningly, even though I know damn well what his intent is. He twirls the spatula in the jar, scoops out a big dollop and abruptly slaps it onto my breast.

‘Ouch!’ My boob stings from the smack.

He smirks as he starts circling the chocolate around my nipple, the sting mixed with the rhythmic swirls having me purring deep in my throat. His frown line makes its appearance as he begins to chew his lip, working the chocolate spread all the way up my body on both sides of the cream, swirling and smearing as he goes.

When the jar is completely empty and he’s satisfied he covered every part or my torso, he puts his instruments down and stands back to admire his handiwork. The smile that spans his handsome face makes me want to dive on him and tackle him to the floor. He looks thoroughly thrilled with himself.

‘My very own Ava éclair. ’ he declares, licking his lips.

I look down at my coated body and back up to his dancing eyes. ‘I guess, now you’ve had your fun, I should go take a shower. ’ I make to move and he’s on me in a flash, grasping me in his arms as I knew he would be. I’m locked to his chest, sliding all over the place. I give a little shimmy on a laugh, just to rub it in. And not in a smug way.

‘Sneak. ’ he mutters, pulling away, the chocolate and cream stringing between our bodies. He takes my hands, gently pushing me back until I’m flat on my back and looking up at him. ‘I’ve not even started with the fun part, lady. ’

I grin. ‘I’m filthy. ’

‘Oh, I love that grin. You won’t be filthy for long. ’ He leans over me, rubbing his erection against my core, scooping a trail of chocolate from my nipple with his index finger and keeping his eyes firmly on mine as he slides it between his lips and licks it off in the most spectacular fashion. ‘Hmmm, chocolate, cream and sweat. ’ he says hoarsely.

I shudder under his piercing eyes, the light throb of my sex kicking in to high gear, as I writhe on the bar under his intoxicating stare. I reach up to pull him down onto me. I need contact. He lets me take him, dropping his lips to mine and resting his chest on me so we slip and slide all over again. The warmness of his body all over mine catapults me straight to Central Jesse Cloud Nine.

I gently coax his tongue from his mouth with small butterfly flicks, smiling against his lips as he moans deep in his throat. His arm snakes under my lower back and tugs me up from the counter, supporting me as he suspends me and claims my mouth. My arms remain around his neck, working my fingers through his hair as he continues to ravish me, and I continue to writhe.

Straying away from my lips, he begins kissing his way up my cheek to my ear, making a point of grinding his ever loving hips against me, instigating the familiar heaviness to weigh down in my groin. I moan, long and low, as my fingers curl tightly in his hair and he bites my lobe, slowly dragging it through his teeth. Oh hell, I’m soaring on pleasure here.

‘Jesse. ’ I pant, arching myself into him.

‘I know. ’ he hums against my ear. ‘You want me to take care of it?’

‘Yes!’ I cry.

He drops a tender kiss on the hollow of

my ear, easing me down onto my back.

With his upper body braced on one arm at the side of me, he gently brushes the hair from my face. I watch as he studies me thoughtfully, his green pools swimming, the cogs of his mind turning.

‘Everything is so much more bearable with you around, Ava. ’ he says softly, his eyes searching mine.

I absorb his words, completely stunned by his confession. What’s more bearable? I can’t cope with the vagueness of this statement, especially not now. There is more than meets the eye with this man – not just confident and wealthy, possessive and gentle, controlling and dominate. I could go on forever. But there’s more.

I gaze up at him. I want to ask questions, but as I draw breath to speak, he drops his head to my breast, flicking his tongue over my already taut nipple, circling it and licking the chocolate away. I buck when his teeth clamp over my tight bud, the sharp stab arching my back and pushing my breast up further, forcing him to pull away slightly to accommodate me.

‘Feel good?’ he asks.

‘Yes!’

‘You want more of my mouth?’

‘Jesus, Jesse!’

He hums in satisfaction, spreading his attention between my breasts, lapping, nipping and sucking the chocolate, gradually and meticulously away.