A Taste of You

by Sorcha Grace

  “Lattes, you said?” he asked, breaking the spell so I could breathe again. I gulped air and nodded. To my surprise—though why anything this man did should surprise me was a mystery—he turned and opened my refrigerator. He peered inside at the pitiful contents—a Styrofoam container of leftovers, three yogurts, a bottle of decent wine, an apple, and various condiments. No milk.

  Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. I hated to cook. I didn’t need to stock the fridge. But I was willing to wager everything I owned that William Lambourne’s refrigerator was never empty. I was sure he had gallons of everything from skim to buttermilk. I stormed over and slammed the door, an angry retort on my lips. “Look—” I opened my mouth to tell him to get the hell out, but when the refrigerator closed, a gust of cold air washed against my bare legs. My body trembled, and I remembered the way he’d kissed me in the freezer at Willowgrass the night before. I remembered the feel of his body against mine and the taste of the bourbon on his tongue.

  I was lost, and everything I was thinking clearly showed on my face. Before I knew what was happening, William pushed me against the fridge, and then his mouth was on mine. I was enfolded in the taste of sweet, baked croissants and warm chocolate. His lips were soft and persuasive, and I couldn’t stop from opening to take him in. Our tongues twined, and I wrapped my hands around him, digging my fingers into his thick, rich hair, pulling him closer until he pressed against me. His kisses went from light and playful to deeper and more demanding, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

  He pulled away, and I gasped for air, grasped for reason.

  “Open your mouth.”

  My gaze darted to his. His blue eyes were steel grey now. Even as I resisted his order mentally, I felt my lips part, and then sweet warmth exploded in my mouth. I groaned aloud at the taste of the pain au chocolat. I had never tasted anything so sensual, so rich, so addictive. I didn’t know if it was the food or the kiss, but I was on the verge of ecstasy. My whole body quivered, tensing, ready for more.

  William slid another bite of the delicious pain au chocolat between my lips, and the second taste was as good as the first. The flaky pastry was moist, the chocolate gooey, and I could feel a dribble at the side of my mouth. I watched William’s eyes turn to liquid silver as he bent close and flicked his tongue out. Electricity sparked through me as his tongue teased and his lips nibbled, and then he bent lower, trailing a hot path down my neck. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This felt like some sort of dream, and I knew I should end it, but I couldn’t do anything but what he wanted. Everywhere his lips touched turned to fire. His arms came around me, his lips returned to my mouth, and I was so lost in his kiss that I barely realized we had slid down the fridge to the floor. Then his lips were back on my mouth, and his hands… his hands were everywhere. He had skilled fingers. Everywhere he touched left me wanting more.

  I could feel the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator at my back, and William’s hot fingers trailed a path across my thighs. “Your skin is so soft, Catherine,” he murmured between kisses. His voice was low and husky. Hearing the need in his tone made me hotter. It thrilled me to think that this man wanted me. It made me feel sexy and powerful, even though I was completely at his mercy.

  He slid his hands under my shirt, the pads of his fingers grazing my hips and my belly, and I quivered in response. I gasped in a breath and tried to stifle the sounds in my throat. His touch was gentle and light, and I craved so much more.

  “Lift your arms.”

  “No,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious and grabbing my T-shirt to hold it in place.

  “Lift your arms,” he said again, his tone not to be challenged. Part of me was thrilled that he was telling me what to do, what I wanted to do, so I did as he ordered. In a moment my T-shirt was off and tossed over his shoulder. He hissed in a breath as his eyes went impossibly darker. For a few seconds, he just stared at my exposed breasts. With another man, I might have felt like an object, but with William I felt revered.

  “You’re stunning, Catherine. More than I’d imagined.” His voice was filled with awe. “I have to taste you.”

  My nipples hardened in anticipation, but he didn’t make a move to touch me. Instead, he pulled off his sweater and raked a hand through his hair, which was sexy and tousled. Then he reached for the bag of pain au chocolat again, dipped a finger inside, and withdrew it covered in chocolate and swiped his finger across one breast and then the other.

  The warm chocolate heated my skin, sending spirals of pleasure down to my core. I moaned, loudly, and though I should have been horrified, I wasn’t. I squirmed, feeling the need in me rising. William was beside me now, bending forward. He brought his mouth to my skin, licking the chocolate little by little until he reached my nipple. He took me in his mouth, sucking hard and long, until I cried out. My back bowed, forcing my swollen nipple deeper between his hungry lips.

  “Patience, Catherine.” His breath smelled like chocolate as it feathered over me. “Good things come to those who wait. You don’t want dessert before the first course.” His gaze met mine. “Or do you?”

  I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen. I should have been uncomfortable on the hardwood kitchen floor, but nothing except William’s touch, his voice, his body mattered. His hands hadn’t stopped their torment as he caressed my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were so hard they ached. When he took one then the other in his mouth again, I arched against him. He sucked harder, and I thought I might come then and there.

  “Where else should I kiss you?” he asked, more to himself than to me. I was too dazed to answer anyway. No one had ever talked to me like this. No one had ever catered to me so completely, and I couldn’t believe how much I liked it, how much I wanted to see what would happen next. I felt William’s arm wrap around me, supporting me as he maneuvered my body so that I was flat on my back next to the SubZero, and he was between my legs. Then his lips were on me again, delving lower, brushing against my abdomen, his tongue teasing my belly button. His teeth fastened on the little bow at the waist of my panties. “White lace,” he murmured. “I like these. But they’re not really needed, are they?” He didn’t ask this time, and I didn’t resist. In one deft movement, he pulled them down, then off, and tossed them behind us. I was completely naked. Then he parted my thighs. His gaze raked over me, and I whimpered, feeling as though I’d go mad if he didn’t keep touching me. I’d never wanted anyone so much. I’d never desired a man like this.

  His look, hungry and turbulent, met mine. “Do you want me to make you come?”

  I tried to speak, but I couldn’t make my mouth work. No one had ever directly asked me. No one had ever made my pleasure paramount or understood my body so well. So I nodded and closed my eyes.

  “Look at me, Catherine,” he said, as he swiped his finger against my inner thigh and teased my skin with warm chocolate. Kneeling before me, he bent and kissed the inside of one knee. I convulsed, knowing if I pressed my thighs together, my release would follow. But he held them open, kept me parted while he feasted on my skin, licking it, tasting it, tormenting me until I ached with need. I whimpered, tried to quiet the sound, and whimpered again.

  “Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to see those beautiful green eyes when you come.”

  I could feel the smooth floor under my bare back and bottom and his warm hands and mouth on my skin. I kept my eyes open, locked on William as he went to work between my legs. The scent of sweet pastry and chocolate infused the air and my senses, making me hungry for food and for him. When his hot tongue finally lapped at the chocolate on my inner thigh, I jumped. Pleasure shot right to my belly, and I writhed against him. He chuckled low, and his hot breath made my skin pebble. He kissed a trail of fire up my leg until he reached my center. Every one of my nerve endings fired, waiting for the feel of his mouth. He waited, poised just above my clit.

  “I love the way you smell,” he said, as he inhaled me deeply. “You’re lovely here too, Catherine.
So pink and lush. So soft.”

  “Please, please, just...”

  He stroked me gently, up and down, and I felt dizzy with need. I should have been embarrassed at the way he was talking, but I loved it, and I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t even complete a sentence. I loved how much he wanted me. Even though he was pleasuring me, I could see in his eyes he was as aroused as I was. The grey was so dark and liquid it was almost pewter.

  “I wonder if you’ll taste as good.”

  And then he flicked his tongue out, raking it across my swollen clit. I dug my fingers into the floor and bucked, but he held me steady. His mouth was on my sex now, and he swirled his tongue through my folds, stopping to gently spread me apart with his fingers, dipping his tongue inside, then swirling again. The pleasure slammed into me, hard and hot, I thought I would combust. It washed over me in wave after delicious wave, rippling through me. I’d never come so quickly before. I moaned, bit my lip, and arched my back, pressing hard against William’s mouth. I was shameless, and I didn’t care. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I realized I was naked on my kitchen floor with a fully dressed man I hardly knew between my legs. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I realized he’d just licked chocolate off my body, giving me possibly the best orgasm I’d ever felt. But I didn’t care. I’d never let go like this before. Never let something like this happen.

  I closed my eyes and let the last rolls of pleasure rise and spread through me.

  “That’s it,” William was saying, his voice seductive and reassuring. “You’re so beautiful right now, Catherine. I could watch you come all day.”

  I felt his hands on my mouth, parting my lips, and then he slid another bite of the pain au chocolat in my mouth. I barely needed to chew it. It melted, all the warm chocolate sliding down my throat. Then he kissed me, the taste of me on his lips melding with the taste of the bread and chocolate. It was sinful and erotic. I wanted more than anything to cover his body with chocolate. I wanted to lick every inch, slide his cock in my mouth with all the gooey chocolate and taste the two together.

  “Have you ever been tested, Catherine?” he murmured into my mouth.

  I opened my eyes. “What?”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  I shook my head, my thoughts jumbled. “I have an IUD.” I’d had it inserted when I was with Jace. It didn’t need to be removed for another year.

  “Have you ever been screened? I have. I’m clean, but I don’t fuck women who haven’t been screened.”

  Reason came slowly crawling back, and with it, a little of my dignity. Was I simply going to be one of the women he fucked? Of course, I was. And apparently, he required paperwork before he took a woman to bed. What the hell was I doing here?

  “I’m fine,” I stuttered. “I’m clean. But I’m not one of your women. And who said anything about fucking?” I put a lot of emphasis on that last word, and it felt raw and harsh coming out of my mouth. I seethed and rose to my elbows, pushing him back. “I didn’t ask you to come over. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

  “Well, we have to talk about it. The sooner we get it out of the way, the sooner we can move on to other activities.” He was grinning wickedly now.

  I sat up and started to scoot back to grab my T-shirt. It was drafty on the kitchen floor. That I was totally naked and William was fully clothed wasn’t lost on me. “Maybe you should go. I told you last night, I’m not into the fuck-buddy thing.”

  William was undeterred.

  “Oh, we’re not done yet.” One of his hands settled on my bare thigh, and I felt my resolve slipping. Who was I kidding? I’d just had the best orgasm of my life. I had no resolve, and I felt myself heating up again.

  “I want to keep you safe, Catherine. I want you to know you’re safe with me. And now, I know I’m safe with you.” His hand moved up my thighs, parting my legs again. “Doesn’t it feel better when you know we’re safe?” His fingers grazed against my swollen skin, and I moaned.

  He turned me on more than I could have anticipated. I said I wanted him to leave, but really I wanted him to stay and keep doing exactly what he was doing. I allowed my head to loll back. His fingers stroked me slowly at first, lightly. I felt my body quiver. There was no way I could come again. Not this quickly. Not after the orgasm I’d just had. But his fingers continued their torment, and I felt my body move to meet his rhythm.

  “I love watching you move,” he said. “I want to see you come again.”

  I shook my head. “It’s not going to happen.” I moaned as his touch became firmer and more insistent. There was no way. I’d never had two orgasms this close together.

  “You can.” One finger slid into me, and I cried out with pleasure. “You’re so wet for me, Catherine. I love how much you want me.”

  I let my legs fall to the sides, and I opened for him. I didn’t know what was wrong with me and why I was acting like this, except that his hand felt so damn good that I didn’t want the sensation to end.

  “You’re so tight, so greedy,” he said, sliding a second finger inside, thrusting up, stroking me, then sliding out again. “Has it been a while Catherine? Is that why you’re insatiable?”

  I didn’t want to go there, not now.

  Wasn’t it enough that he made me insatiable? I’d never acted like this before. He slicked his two fingers over my clit then thrust inside again. I felt my legs falling open wider, felt my nipples hardening, felt the white-hot pleasure rising. I hardly knew this man, and now, I’d not only let him go down on me, I was allowing him to finger fuck me on my kitchen floor. His fingers stroked me again, deep and hard, and then he stroked upward and hit that sensitive place on top. Instantly, I felt my pleasure peak, and I felt the building pressure and tightening again.

  “Open your eyes,” he said, and I did. “Look at me, baby.” I did. “Now, come.” I did. Completely. I rode his fingers, convulsing against them and shattering apart. His eyes were so dark they looked almost black as he watched me. I could tell he was aroused. I didn’t know why he didn’t unbutton his straining jeans and plunge himself into me.

  “Now,” he said, when I could focus again. “Come for me again.”

  I laughed, but I probably should have cried. I was weak, completely drained. Instead, I shook my head and uttered protests, which came out sounding like moans of pleasure.

  One of his brows rose as though he’d been challenged. “I’ll tell you when you’re done. You’re going to come again, Catherine.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t,” I whispered. But I felt his fingers slide over me again, felt my body betraying me. There was no way this was happening. But as William teased me and stroked me, I felt myself warm to him, felt my body tense and pull in. I was so sensitive now that it was almost painful. He slid his fingers inside, thrusting deep and long, and then he bent his head and tongued my clit.

  I moaned because it felt good. The pleasure was almost agony, yet I couldn’t find the strength to make him stop. The more his tongue raked over me, the more the pleasure built until I was panting with it, pushing myself into his mouth, and coming again.

  Six

  Oh, my God. My brain was still fuzzy with pleasure, but it was clear enough to realize what William and I had done—or rather, what he had done to me—in my kitchen. Between the hot yoga with Beckett that morning and the mind-blowing, shattering orgasms William had given me in front of my Sub-Zero, my legs were rubbery. I couldn’t think about moving, much less about getting off the floor. So I lay there and felt my face flush as I replayed every delicious detail in my mind. I couldn’t believe I’d let this happen, but I felt too good to care.

  “What are you thinking about, Catherine?” William’s velvety voice made my bare skin tingle, and I shivered. He had the sexiest voice.

  I opened my eyes. “You.”

  “Good.” His eyes darkened to deep blue, and he held out a hand. I took it and rose unsteadily to my feet. As I stood, I noticed the thick outline of his erection. It was hard to miss. The snug j
eans he wore looked ready to burst. There was something flattering about seeing him that aroused because of me. But it was confusing too. Why hadn’t he asked for anything in return? Why had he done all of that to me—for me? And how was it possible that I had come so many times? That had never happened. Ever.

  My legs were so wobbly he had to support me. This, too, was a first. I’d never been weak after sex. But then I’d never had an experience like the one I’d just had. I could feel William’s warmth where I leaned against him and smell the lingering scent of chocolate and spice on his lips. I wanted him to kiss me again, and I didn’t understand that either. How could I want more when I already felt better than I ever had after sex?

  And, realizing that, I felt a stab of guilt. I had loved Jace wholeheartedly, but he’d never made me feel like this. And that’s why sex wasn’t everything.

  But I couldn’t deny there was something between William and me.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice held a dark promise my body couldn’t help but respond to. I would have done anything at this point. I knew he could make me feel what I’d never felt before. He could take me to heights of pleasure I hadn’t known were possible. I definitely wanted that from him—all that and more. But at the same time, I needed to think, step back and get my head right. Everything was moving so quickly.

  And yet, I spread my legs for him, wantonly, feeling my breathing speed up. I wanted him to touch me again, to fill me with his hard length I could see straining for release.

  “Now, step.” He bent over.

  I frowned and looked down. He had my panties in his hand and positioned them at my feet. “But I thought—”