Pure Indulgence

Chapter 5

Much to Jack's pleasure, Kayla came to him willingly, without an ounce of resistance, and settled her bottom on his hard, muscular thighs. The thin material of her dress didn't provide much of a barrier against the thickened shaft already straining against the fly of his jeans. And judging by the spark of desire he saw in her green eyes, she was well aware of his erection-and all it suggested. She turned him on and he wanted her.

"I'm ready for my first bite," he encouraged huskily. She lifted her hand toward the cake, then frowned. "I forgot a fork."

Before she could move off his lap and spoil the seductive moment, he settled a hand on her waist and held her in place. "Who says you need one? Your fingers will do just fine."

"All right," she agreed with a smile that was as naughty as it was nice. After scooping up a small portion of the cake with her fingers, she lifted it to his mouth.

His lips parted, and she pushed the confection onto his tongue for him to taste. God, she made the most amazing, decadent desserts-this one a perfect combination of raspberry glaze and smooth white chocolate buttercream that made him moan in appreciation.

Her eyes were bright with expectation, her breathing deeper than normal, causing her breasts to rise and fall enticingly. "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure," he teased, just because he wanted her to feed him again. And because he enjoyed the touch of her cool, soft fingers against his lips. "I think I need to try another bite just to be certain."

She lifted a brow, obviously seeing past his ploy, but said nothing as she broke off another piece of the moist cake and slipped it into his mouth.

He swallowed, caught her hand before she could pull it away, and met her darkening gaze. Awareness swirled between them, an exciting, shimmering vibration that heightened the throbbing heat settling low and deep in his belly.

"Umm, looks like I missed some… right here." He slowly licked the pad of her finger, then nibbled on the tip, and she squirmed restlessly on his lap. "And a spot right here…" He slid his tongue between her index finger and thumb to clean up a wayward morsel, then scraped his teeth along her palm.

She shivered and gasped, but he wasn't done tantalizing her yet. No, he'd only just begun-and he'd take this seduction as far as she was willing to go.

Dabbing his finger into the frosting and raspberry filling, he touched the sweet mixture to her bottom lip, prompting her to open for him. "Your turn to taste."

Her lashes fell to half-mast, an irresistible smile on her lips as she brazenly took his finger into her mouth, deeper than he'd expected, and used the swirl of her tongue and a light suction to eat off the dessert.

He closed his eyes on a shudder, feeling that erotic pull all the way down to his groin. He dipped his head closer to hers, and skimmed his lips along her cheek. "I have to taste you now," he said, and heard the aching need in his voice.

She released his finger, and turned her head so that her mouth was right below his. "Yes," she whispered, the one word filled with intense longing.

She slid her palm against his jaw as their lips met in a slow, nuzzling kiss at first, an unhurried exploration that quickly grew deeper, wetter, until having his mouth on hers wasn't nearly enough.

Lowering his hand to the front of her dress, he then popped the first button free, making his intentions known, but deliberately hesitating a few seconds to give her the chance to stop his advance if she wasn't ready to take this next step with him. When she didn't issue a protest, he slowly unfastened another one… and another one, until the material finally gaped open.

He was dying to look at her and see what he'd uncovered. But for the moment he was content to continue kissing her while brushing his fingers over the generous swells of her breasts above the lace edge of her bra.

She made a soft purring sound in the back of her throat, and he took that as permission to proceed. Keeping his mouth fastened to hers, he pushed her bra straps and sleeves off her shoulders, until the fabric caught in the crook of her arms. Then he slipped his hand into the sheer, stretchy material of her bra and eased it down, freeing a full, taut breast before repeating the process with the other side.

Then, and only then, did he end the kiss and take his first look at what he'd revealed. His stomach muscles clenched at the sight of her bared breasts, so plump and creamy, with rosy nipples puckered tight and begging for attention.

"God, you are so beautiful," he whispered reverently, and heard her sigh at the compliment, which made him smile. Swiping a finger into the buttercream frosting, he smeared it around her areolas and crowned the tips of her breasts with a dollop before licking the last of the sticky sweetness from his own finger.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he glanced up at Kayla's flushed face and grinned with lascivious purpose. "Now you look good enough to eat."

"Go ahead," she dared in a low, breathless voice.

Curving a hand around a breast, he lifted the soft flesh to his mouth and used his tongue to remove the mess he'd made. He lapped over and around her hard nipple-slowly, thoroughly, before tugging on the hard peaks with his lips and teeth.

She whimpered and fisted her fingers in his hair. Her back arched to get closer, and he opened wider, taking as much of her as he could into his mouth so he could suckle her hard and strong.

"Jack," she implored huskily.

He released her nipple and rubbed his jaw along the plump curve of her breast. "God, I can't get enough of you," he growled, and ran his tongue over her nipple again.

"I know," she panted. "Me, too."

"I have to feel you against me." Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, he yanked it over his head and tossed the wadded-up material aside. Then he splayed a hand over the center of her back, pulling her close so that her lush breasts crushed against his hot, hard chest.

Their mutual groans of pleasure echoed in the kitchen, and she brought his mouth back up to hers to engage him in another long, deep, tongue-tangling kiss that only seemed to make her more restless, more needy.

Desperate to touch her intimately, to make her come apart for him, he pulled the skirt of her dress to her knees and slid his hand beneath the hem. She sucked in a quick breath, but let him traverse his way up her soft, smooth leg and gently ease her thighs apart, until his fingers touched the damp barrier of her panties.

She moaned against his lips, the sweet, uninhibited sound telling him that she was all his, to do with as he pleased. Without further hesitation, he eased his hand beneath the elastic band of her panties and grazed his thumb along her warm, wet folds, before sinking one finger, then two, deep inside her slick heat.

She gasped and bucked against his hand, her body tightening around his seeking, gliding fingers in a way that told him she was close to climaxing. And because she was so primed and ready, that's exactly where he took her. With sure, skillful strokes of his thumb right where she needed it the most, with his mouth consuming hers, he pushed her up that peak, higher and higher, until she finally took a free-fall into along, gripping orgasm that left her body trembling and her thighs quivering against his hand.

When it was over, she buried her face against his neck and glided her fingers along his muscled torso, her hands inflaming a carnal hunger within him. Instead of her release exhausting her, it seemed to give her renewed sexual energy that amazed him.

She plucked at his nipples and whispered shamelessly in his ear, "I want more."

More of what, he wasn't sure. More orgasms? It would be his pleasure. But he was just a man, and he'd nearly reached the limit of his control. He was damned close to splitting the crotch of his jeans, and he didn't think he could watch her come again without going over the edge himself.

Framing her face in his hands, he pulled her away, just enough to look into her wild, glazed eyes. "I want inside you, Kayla," he said, his voice rough around the edges. "If you don't want that too, tell me now while I can still think straight enough to stop."

Awe and feminine wonder replaced the heat in her gaze. "You want me that much?"

How could she doubt his desire when the fiercest, hardest erection of his life was pressing so insistently against her hip. Then he realized that she was referring to the kind of passion that went beyond the physical. He felt that for her, too, and did his best to reassure her.

"Sweetheart, I ache for you," he said softly. "You drive me crazy with wanting you. I even came prepared to make love to you, because I knew after our last encounter that it was inevitable."

Her eyes widened in startled surprise at his admission.

He exhaled a deep breath. "But if you're not ready to take that next step, I'm willing to wait until you are," he said, leaving the decision completely up to her.

"I'm ready," she said, excitement infusing her voice.

Thank God. He urged her to stand up, and he straightened, too. She looked at him in bewilderment, and he explained what he had in mind. "Let's go to your bed." Where he could strip her bare, take his time, and worship every inch of her.

"No." She shook her head, appearing slightly panicked. "Right here. Now."

And then she was all over him, not giving him a chance to argue as she unfastened the button to his pants, then lowered the zipper over his burgeoning shaft. She fitted her mouth to his, kissing him wantonly as she slipped her cool hands inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around him, then squeezed and stroked his throbbing length until he feared he'd come without the pleasure of being sheathed deep inside her body.

He pulled her hands away before he lost it and managed to utter the word, "Condom."

She stepped back and worked off her panties while he shoved his jeans off his hips and quickly retrieved the foil packet he'd put into his wallet earlier. In record time, he had the protection rolled on, but every good intention he had of taking this first time with Kayla slow and easy went to hell in a handbasket when she pushed him back into the chair, then hiked up the skirt of her dress and straddled his lap.

She moved over him and down his shaft, her breath catching provocatively as he stretched and filled her until she was seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. The connection was so electric that shockwaves rushed through him, making his head spin. He'd known the moment he'd seen her that she had a body designed for hot, erotic sex, that her soft, provocative curves would fit him to perfection.

And he'd been right.

She hadn't given him a chance to remove her dress, which covered her hips, stomach, and thighs. And it was then that he understood her purpose, and her reason for not taking this into the bedroom. She wasn't ready to bare her body to him. Despite wanting him, she couldn't shake all her insecurities, even in a moment of passion. As much as he wanted to coax her out of her clothes, he'd let her have her way for now, and lavish attention on what luscious body parts he could.

Threading his fingers through her hair, he tugged her head back, forcing her to arch her spine, which gave him better access to her breasts. Pulling a taut nipple into his mouth, he teased the tip with this tongue and moved his free hand beneath her dress and between her thighs, caressing her slick flesh. She rocked against his hips, riding him with a quick building momentum that urged him to thrust his hips upward in counterpoint, each time driving higher, deeper.

Only when a hot, pulsing climax made her cry out did he let his restraint unravel. His entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, wringing him dry and leaving him wasted.

She collapsed against him and moaned, the soul-deep sound echoing within an empty place in Jack that she was beginning to fill, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by his need for this woman. Beyond the shattering sex they'd just shared, she made him feel… whole. And it was a sensation he wasn't willing to give up anytime soon. If ever.

Life was better than it had been in a very long time. Two days after Kayla's mind-blowing encounter with Jack in her kitchen, she was still walking around Pure Indulgence with a lightness to her step and a dreamy smile on her face. Concentrating on work took effort, since her mind seemed to drift to thoughts of Jack much too often. Especially the way he'd made love to her as if she were the most sensual woman on planet earth.

She sighed in remembrance as she pulled a sheet of cinnamon sugar cookies from the oven, placed them on a cooling rack, then slid another tray in to bake. Jack had most definitely sent her soaring-numerous times-but she had to give credit where it was due. Her Love Bites had no doubt spurred his lust, and her own unfettered passion, and the result had been combustible, spectacular sex.

Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to shed every inhibition with Jack. Sexually, she'd been insatiable, but when he'd suggested they take things into the bedroom she'd been stricken with a sense of dread at the thought of him seeing her completely naked, all her flaws and imperfections on display. Despite the effects of the aphrodisiac candies, some insecurities were harder to break than others, and she was grateful he hadn't pushed the issue.

Humming a cheerful tune, she cut up German chocolate squares and put them on a tray to go in the display case out front. Much to her delight, Jack's amorous behavior had carried beyond their night together. She hadn't seen him in two days because of their busy schedules, but he'd sent her a gorgeous bouquet of roses the day after with a note telling her what a great time he had, and he'd called three times since for no other reason than "just to hear your voice."

She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the attention, but a part of her questioned if his romantic overtures were due to the enhanced candies she'd been feeding him on the sly. She'd experienced enough proof to know that they could stimulate arousal, but she'd begun to wonder if the aphrodisiac could possibly have a lasting effect beyond sating sexual desire.

The possibility made her heart slam hard in her chest, forcing her to admit that her feelings for Jack were subtly changing, that outside of physical attraction he was a man she could fall hard and fast for.

If she allowed herself.

Which she certainly would not.

Jack was a temporary lover, she reminded herself. And she knew and accepted that once their business deal was over he'd have no reason to be in such close contact with her. No reason to eat her aphrodisiac candies. No reason to lavish her with arousing caresses, drugging kisses. No reason to be the lucky recipient of that magnificent body of his stroking deep within hers.

The thought caused an empty sensation to settle in the pit of her belly. Yes, she'd eventually have to give up Jack Tremaine-because she certainly couldn't feed him an aphrodisiac every day for the rest of his life to keep him as her own-but she still had a few more weeks until she completed his dessert menu and they went their separate ways. She needed to use that time wisely.

Her gaze drifted across the stainless-steel table to the new batch of candies she'd created earlier that day. She bit on her bottom lip, contemplating the sexual power of her candies beyond the arousal Jack experienced after eating one of her sweets. She wondered if her chocolate confections would affect him when they weren't in the same room together, and what the results would be. If he ate her candies without her being present, would he still want her?

She was more curious than anything, because her naughty thoughts went beyond any preliminary testing she needed to do. But she couldn't deny that she found the possibilities of her idea very intriguing. And too tempting for her to resist.