Night After Night by Janelle Denison Page A

rife with sensual possibilities. And damn if he didn’t want to follow along and indulge in whatever she had in mind.
    “It’s hard to say what I think, since I haven’t so much as kissed the cook.”
    The tip of her pink tongue skimmed along her bottom lip, dampening the pillowed flesh and filling Sean’s head with too many erotic thoughts and images. “You want to see if my kiss is better than my chocolate cake?”
    Her voice was breathless with anticipation, her eyes darkening with the same desire igniting a low, burning need inside of him. “It’s the only way I can make an informed comparison,” he murmured, using the gentle pull on the strands of her hair still wrapped around his finger to reel her in as he dipped his mouth closer to hers. “Your cake is probably the best I’ve had, but I have a feeling kissing you might be a whole lot more addictive.”
    She smiled, her lashes fluttering closed as his mouth brushed across hers, his teeth gently nibbling, tasting, teasing. Her cool palm touched his cheek, and her lips parted on a sigh, inviting him in, and he didn’t hesitate to give her more. His tongue touched hers in a slow swirling caress that drew a purr of sound from her throat and made him harder than hell.
    With effort, he pulled back, ending the kiss while he still had the ability to do so. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, the wanting in her gaze turning him inside out with a deeper, more insatiable hunger that threatened to consume him.
    “Well?” She dragged her thumb along his moist bottom lip, and it took monumental effort on his part not to suck her finger into his mouth. “What do you think?”
    Honestly, there was no comparison when it came to the flavor of her chocolate cake versus how rich and decadent she tasted. “I’m still not sure,” he lied, hoping like hell she’d offer up another sampling.
    She didn’t disappoint him. Her fingers slid into his hair and around to the back of his neck, her expression filled with a seductive yearning. “Then by all means, let’s try again until you’re absolutely certain.” She guided his head back down to hers.
    At first touch, both their lips automatically opened and he rolled his tongue into her mouth. She took it and gave him her own, coaxing him deeper into the wild and willing kiss. What began as a fun, sexy dare quickly flared into heated lust, the kind that tightened his groin and threatened his control. In the back of his mind, he could hear John Mayer singing about her body being a wonderland, and Sean couldn’t agree more.
    Lush curves and silky skin awaited his touch, urging him to stroke his hands over all those alluring dips and swells that made her intrinsically a woman. Pushing her back onto the couch, he moved partially on top of her and slid a hard thigh between her legs, entwining their bodies intimately. Tunneling all ten fingers into her hair, he tipped her head slightly, fitted her mouth precisely to his, and took their kiss to a deeper, hotter level of pleasure.
    Her soft moan of consent vibrated against his lips, and she shifted restlessly beneath him, seeking something more. He slid a hand along her thigh and over her hip, the clingy material of her sweatpants too much of a barrier when he ached to feel her naked flesh against his palm. Then his fondest wish was granted when his fingers grazed the soft, supple skin of her stomach, where her sweatpants ended and her camisole top began. He feathered his fingertips along that bared strip of skin, his pulse spiking dangerously high when she arched into him and wrapped a leg around his, so that his rock-hard erection had no choice but to nestle right up against her sex.
    Sweet Jesus. She was so damn responsive. So incredibly sensual and passionate.
    She rolled her hips against his, a slow, erotic undulation that made him growl deep in his throat and made him crazy with the need to shed their clothes and sink his cock to the hilt inside of her. Instead, he