finished about half of what he’d put on her plate, but was pushing
it away. “Did you have enough?” Could he ask a more stupid question?
“Oh yes. It was exactly what I needed. The spices in the red
sauce were perfect.” She lifted her wineglass and sipped. He noted that she’d
only drunk about half of what he’d poured. Good, he wanted her relaxed, not
tipsy.
“There are strawberries for dessert.” He stood and removed
both plates, dumping them on the kitchen counter.
She gave a small moan of pleasure. “I love strawberries.”
He knew that from his time with her last summer. It was why
he’d hunted around several grocery stores and paid a fortune to get the ripe
berries out of season. He had to remember to thank his brother for keeping an
eye on both sisters at the hotel while he’d run his errands. He owed Jake,
big-time. “I have whipped cream too.”
“Now you’re just spoiling me.” Topaz got up from the table
and walked to the large picture window, staring out into the darkness.
He wanted to spoil her, but she probably made as much money
as he did, if not more. He wasn’t the type of man to be bothered by that, but
he still wanted to provide for her and give her what she needed.
He pulled the bowl of strawberries out of the refrigerator
and spooned several dollops of cream onto them before taking the bowl into the
sitting area and placing it on the scarred coffee table. He wondered what she
was thinking about, but decided it was probably better not to ask. An intimate
atmosphere surrounded them and he didn’t want to do anything to jar it.
John turned off the overhead light, leaving a single lamp in
the corner lit. The room was wreathed in shadows but Topaz didn’t turn around. He
went to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Come have some strawberries.”
She looked up at him with questions in her eyes. He shook
his head, took her hand and led her to the sofa, relaxing slightly when she
followed him without comment. He sat and pulled her down onto his lap. She
squirmed around for a few seconds, settling herself into a comfortable
position.
He deserved a medal for not tossing her on the overstuffed
cushions, shoving up her robe and mounting her right then and there. His
control was near the breaking point and having her sweet ass rub against him
was pushing it.
John leaned over and pulled the bowl close so he could
easily reach it. For a brief moment, his mouth was only a hairsbreadth from her
breasts. It took a Herculean effort not to latch on to one of her hard nubs
pressing against the front of her robe.
Instead, he leaned back and carefully selected one ripe, red
berry. Cream swirled on the tip that he brought to her lips. “Taste.”
Chapter Five
Topaz opened her mouth and let John feed her the strawberry.
She bit down on the sweet juicy berry, savoring the flavor of it mixed with the
thick, rich cream. Strawberries always reminded her of a summer day and she
loved them. She licked her lips in anticipation of more.
Every muscle in John’s body was rigid beneath her and his
erection prodded her hip. Yet, he seemed to be in no hurry to get her to bed.
There was no pressure on her to do anything but sit here in his lap and let him
feed her strawberries.
She was relaxed for the first time in months, even with the
low sexual buzz fizzing through her veins. “Dinner was delicious. These berries
are divine.”
She knew he could cook because he’d taken over the chore
several times in the past few weeks while guarding her at her apartment, surprising
her each time with various dishes. He grilled a great steak and fried a crisp
chicken cutlet, but it continued to surprise her that such a big, tough guy
seemed so at home in the kitchen. She supposed she was guilty of stereotyping.
“You’re welcome.” His voice seemed deeper, rougher and she
fought the urge to simply turn and straddle his body. Her breasts ached to be
pressed against the hard wall of his chest, but she
it away. “Did you have enough?” Could he ask a more stupid question?
“Oh yes. It was exactly what I needed. The spices in the red
sauce were perfect.” She lifted her wineglass and sipped. He noted that she’d
only drunk about half of what he’d poured. Good, he wanted her relaxed, not
tipsy.
“There are strawberries for dessert.” He stood and removed
both plates, dumping them on the kitchen counter.
She gave a small moan of pleasure. “I love strawberries.”
He knew that from his time with her last summer. It was why
he’d hunted around several grocery stores and paid a fortune to get the ripe
berries out of season. He had to remember to thank his brother for keeping an
eye on both sisters at the hotel while he’d run his errands. He owed Jake,
big-time. “I have whipped cream too.”
“Now you’re just spoiling me.” Topaz got up from the table
and walked to the large picture window, staring out into the darkness.
He wanted to spoil her, but she probably made as much money
as he did, if not more. He wasn’t the type of man to be bothered by that, but
he still wanted to provide for her and give her what she needed.
He pulled the bowl of strawberries out of the refrigerator
and spooned several dollops of cream onto them before taking the bowl into the
sitting area and placing it on the scarred coffee table. He wondered what she
was thinking about, but decided it was probably better not to ask. An intimate
atmosphere surrounded them and he didn’t want to do anything to jar it.
John turned off the overhead light, leaving a single lamp in
the corner lit. The room was wreathed in shadows but Topaz didn’t turn around. He
went to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Come have some strawberries.”
She looked up at him with questions in her eyes. He shook
his head, took her hand and led her to the sofa, relaxing slightly when she
followed him without comment. He sat and pulled her down onto his lap. She
squirmed around for a few seconds, settling herself into a comfortable
position.
He deserved a medal for not tossing her on the overstuffed
cushions, shoving up her robe and mounting her right then and there. His
control was near the breaking point and having her sweet ass rub against him
was pushing it.
John leaned over and pulled the bowl close so he could
easily reach it. For a brief moment, his mouth was only a hairsbreadth from her
breasts. It took a Herculean effort not to latch on to one of her hard nubs
pressing against the front of her robe.
Instead, he leaned back and carefully selected one ripe, red
berry. Cream swirled on the tip that he brought to her lips. “Taste.”
Chapter Five
Topaz opened her mouth and let John feed her the strawberry.
She bit down on the sweet juicy berry, savoring the flavor of it mixed with the
thick, rich cream. Strawberries always reminded her of a summer day and she
loved them. She licked her lips in anticipation of more.
Every muscle in John’s body was rigid beneath her and his
erection prodded her hip. Yet, he seemed to be in no hurry to get her to bed.
There was no pressure on her to do anything but sit here in his lap and let him
feed her strawberries.
She was relaxed for the first time in months, even with the
low sexual buzz fizzing through her veins. “Dinner was delicious. These berries
are divine.”
She knew he could cook because he’d taken over the chore
several times in the past few weeks while guarding her at her apartment, surprising
her each time with various dishes. He grilled a great steak and fried a crisp
chicken cutlet, but it continued to surprise her that such a big, tough guy
seemed so at home in the kitchen. She supposed she was guilty of stereotyping.
“You’re welcome.” His voice seemed deeper, rougher and she
fought the urge to simply turn and straddle his body. Her breasts ached to be
pressed against the hard wall of his chest, but she
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