by Lynn LaFleur
“You think what?”
“It’s an apple.”
“Wrong.”
She leaned back and licked her lips again. He’d carefully kept the wedge from touching her lips and leaving the taste she’d surely recognize.
“It could be jicama with lemon.”
“Very good. You’re partially right.”
“About the jicama?”
“No, the lemon.”
She sighed. “Okay, what was it—a rutabaga, a raw potato?”
He picked up another wedge, sans the squeeze of lemon, and passed it quickly beneath her nose.
“You’re kidding, an onion?”
“You can’t tell them apart except by the fragrance.”
This time she laughed. “Next you’ll be telling me it takes like chicken.”
“And spoil the game? Never.” While he spoke, he dished a bite-sized piece of the oyster tempura onto a tiny saucer and covered it with a teaspoon of sweet black bean pudding. “Open wide.”
She leaned forward and parted her lips, then closed them around the spoon. She chewed once or twice before she smiled. “I don’t know exactly how this was cooked, but there’s batter around an oyster, and I know the base of that sweet stuff is black beans.”
“Very good.”
“I guessed right?”
“You guessed right, but I told you the first one would be easy.”
“So that means I don’t have to take anything off.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” He uncovered the next bowl, where four inch-long links of Italian sausage steamed in a piquant fig sauce.
“Wait a minute. Fair is fair, isn’t it?” she asked. “If I guess wrong, I have to take off a piece of jewelry, a shoe or part of my clothing.”
“That’s what you agreed to.”
“But what if I get it right?”
“What if you do?”
“Well I think if I guess correctly, you have to take off something, and I get to choose what it is. Deal?”
That wasn’t what he’d planned, but he’d go along with her. With all he wore, she’d be naked long before he was. “Deal.”
“So off with the suspenders and cummerbund.”
He couldn’t argue with her. He unbuttoned the suspenders, unhooked his cummerbund, and dropped them in her lap.
“So you’ll know I’m not cheating.”
“I’d never accuse you of that.” Her grin told him otherwise.
He uncovered the bowl again, drove a fork into one of the sausage links and swirled it in the sauce. “Are you ready for your next guess?”
She nodded. Brett held the morsel to her mouth. “Open up.”
Abby parted her lips but instead of dropping it on her tongue, he slid it in and pulled it back.
The next time he tried that, she clamped it with her lips, held it a moment, and then let his game continue. With each slide of the sausage, Brett’s desire grew. Raoul had placed two warmed figs on the plate, and slid a sausage between each of their lips. Brett had blinked twice the first time he’d seen that. Now his cock was blinking along with him, especially at the way Abby savored the sausage he slipped in and out of her mouth. Finally, she captured the link and chewed.
”Linguisa,” she said, a note of triumph in her voice.
“Good. You’re half right again. What else?”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “You mean the sauce?”
“Yes.”
“I taste nutmeg, and cinnamon.” She licked a bit of sauce off of her lips. “Um…brandied cherries.”
“Close,” he answered. “Figs. But close doesn’t count.” He reached for her feet and pulled them into his lap.
Brett slipped off one of her shoes and slowly massaged her foot. His hands made a swishing sound as they moved over her silk stocking. He repeated the action on her other foot until Abby released a low moan.
“If this is what guessing wrong is all about, ask me another question. That feels wonderful.”
“That’s the whole point of this evening, making you feel really good.” He pressed his thumb into the ball of her foot and massaged it hard. “And to make you come so many times, you’ll lose count.”
She gasped. “You keep talking like that, and I…I… I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You don’t have to know because I do.” He tagged the balls of each of her feet with a kiss and gently lowered them to the cushion. “Ready to try something else?”
“Wait. I got it half right, didn’t I? It’s your turn to take something off, remember?”
So she had. And apparently she wasn’t going to let him get away with anything. Brett slipped off his shoes and tossed them to the floor next to Abby’s. “Shoes gone. Okay?”
She smiled. “Okay.”
After wiping his hands with a moist towelette, Brett uncovered another bowl that contained a mound of Arabian couscous with pine nuts and raisins. On a plate next to it, a variety of crackers straight from the chef’s oven. He spread some of the pale mixture on a cracker shaped like a triangle and brought it to her lips.
“Umm, I think I smell lemon again.”
“Don’t waste your guesses until you taste.”
Abby bit into the cracker, chewed, swallowed and smiled. “Currants?”
“Wrong, guess again.”
“Polenta?”
“Nope.”
Her smile faded. “What do you mean, nope?”
“Polenta’s made of corn. Nothing corny in this.”
Abby huffed out a breath. “Then it has to be grits.”
“Wrong again.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, what is it?”
“Couscous.”
“Are you sure? It’s never tasted like this.”
“You’ve never had it at Whispers.” Brett was glad she couldn’t see his grin. “Right is right and wrong is wrong. You were wrong on all guesses, so I get to remove something else. Maybe two or three things.”
He carefully slipped off her earrings and laid them on the table. “That’s one.”
He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, beneath her dress, and leaned forward and kissed the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Abby sighed and tilted her head. Brett took advantage of her position to tug on her earlobe with his teeth. He nibbled his way down her neck and over her jaw to her mouth. Her lips parted for the gentle thrust of his tongue.
A strangled sound came from her throat. She clutched his upper arms and deepened their kiss. When she touched his tongue with hers, Brett ended the kiss.
Kissing her so passionately and pulling away did not make his hormones happy. His cock was harder than a goalpost. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Time to try something else.”
The third dish held bite-size pieces of a baked quail with a sauce even he didn’t recognize. He tried a bite first, then dipped another piece in the sauce and held it to her lips. “Open.”
She remained silent for several moments after she swallowed.
“Are you going to guess?” Brett asked.
“It tastes like chicken, but you wouldn’t give me something as everyday as chicken.”
Brett bit his lip to keep from laughing. She’d figured out his strategy. By feeding her foods that were a bit out of the ordinary, he’d get her naked faster. “Take a guess.”
“I don’t have to guess. This was always one of my favorites. I love dark meat. It’s roasted quail in a lovely piquant plum sauce.”
“Shit,” he muttered.
Abby laughed and fluttered her fingers while she tried to find her wineglass. She grasped it by the stem and held it out toward him. “I’m not sure which goes best with a strip show—white or red.”
“You drive a hard bargain, woman.” Brett splashed more wine in her glass and handed it back to her. His socks landed on top of the pile of shoes. “I’m barefoot. Are you happy?”
“Immensely.”
That satisfied grin of hers had to go. He uncovered another dish, and smiled. She wouldn�
�t guess this one. He forked a bite-size piece and lifted it to her lips. “Open.”
She chewed, and groaned in pleasure. “Oh, that’s wonderful. I love fish.”
“What kind is it?”
“May I have another bite?”
“Sure.”
Brett drained his wineglass while waiting for her to chew the second piece of fish. He added more wine to both of theirs. “No stalling. Guess now.”
“It’s a white fish.”
“What kind of white fish?”
“Ocean perch?”
“No.”
“Well shoot.”
He set his glass on the table. “Grouper. That means I get to take something else off you.”
Brett slid his hands up one of Abby’s legs until he reached the top of her stocking. He tugged it down an inch. The smooth flesh he uncovered deserved to be kissed. He nipped it with his teeth, then licked it.
Abby inhaled sharply. Her fingers tunneled into his hair. He nipped her leg again, right above her knee. He alternated between biting and kissing as he made his way down her leg. By the time he pulled off her stocking, she was panting.
“What kind of sauce covered the fish?”
“What?” She sounded breathless.
“The sauce.” He kissed her deeply, driving his tongue into her mouth over and over. “On the grouper. What kind was it?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer.”
He took even longer to remove the second stocking…kissing, nipping, licking her skin until Abby writhed on the cushions. Every time she moved her hips, he caught a whiff of her arousal. She had to be dripping wet by now. He wanted to bury his tongue inside her more than he wanted his next breath.
She clutched at his shoulders. “Mushroom! White wine, butter and mushrooms.”
Damn, she was good. He’d thought he had her with that one. He tossed her silk stocking to the floor with the other one. “You’re right.”
She sat up, still trying to catch her breath. He loved the way her breasts moved in the deep V of her dress. That would go soon.
“Fair is fair. What do you want me to take off next?”
“I want to feel your skin. Take off your shirt.”
He did as she requested, and tossed in on the quickly growing pile of clothing.
Brett gritted his teeth when Abby laid her soft, warm hands on his chest. Her fingertips glided across his skin, leaving heat in their path. She traveled across his chest, up to his shoulders, down the center of his stomach. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, he held her wrists to stop her. One touch from her and his cock would explode like it had last night. Coming in his pants a second time wasn’t in his plans tonight.
“What kind of mushrooms?” he asked. He needed some time to get his body back under control.
It took her several seconds to answer him. “What?”
“The sauce. What kind of mushrooms are in it?”
“I don’t care.” She moved her hands, trying to loosen his grip. “I want to touch you.”
“Answer my question first.”
She huffed out a quick breath. “Portabella.”
“Wrong. They’re morels.” Still gripping her wrists, he leaned forward and whispered directly into her ear. “Time to lose your dress, Ms. Horton.”
Chapter Ten
Blinded to total darkness by the mask, Abby’s other senses sprang to life. She heard Brett’s rapid breathing, felt his warm breath against her ear. She smelled a hint of his cologne, a woodsy scent that made her insides flutter every time she inhaled. She still tasted the flavor of the morels on her tongue.
She’d much rather taste Brett.
Cool air brushed her right shoulder. His lips and tongue moved down her arm as he dragged her sleeve lower. He nibbled on the inside of her elbow, licked the tender skin. Abby had never realized that area of her body was so sensitive.
He pulled the sleeve past her hand. Holding her wrist, he lifted her hand to his mouth. One by one, he pulled each finger into his mouth and sucked on it. She felt the sucking deep inside her pussy.
“Brett.” She could barely speak for the tightness in her throat.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you? From the first moment I saw you in Rose’s shop, I wanted you.”
No man had ever spoken to her with so much emotion in his voice…not even Pierce. Brett started with her thumb again, licking and sucking each finger. What a difference total darkness made. Her clit throbbed with every tug of his lips.
He released her hand. Abby knew he stayed near. She heard him breathe, but he didn’t touch her. A gentle kiss on her lips surprised her. It took her a moment to relax into the kiss and return it. She placed her hands on Brett’s waist, let them slide down to squeeze his buttocks. One hand drifted around to caress his cock through his trousers. He groaned, but didn’t back off. He was so long, so thick. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thrusting inside her.
She continued to caress his firm flesh but she could tell from his ragged breathing that her touch was driving him as mad as it was her. Still, he slowly dragged the other sleeve down her left arm and over her hand. He pushed the dress down to her waist. Abby knew he was looking at her small breasts, her hard nipples.
He cradled her breasts, ran his thumbs over the tips. “These are beautiful.”
“They’re too—“
“Shhh.” He kissed her before she could finish her statement. “Don’t you dare say they’re too small again. They’re perfect.”
“Men like big breasts.”
“Not all men.”
Abby gasped when Brett closed his lips over her nipple. The sensation seemed so much more intense since she couldn’t see what he did, couldn’t guess what he’d do next.
She arched her back, pressed her breast closer to his mouth. He sucked harder, drew more of her breast into his mouth. Left, right, left again, he moved between her breasts…suckling one while kneading the other. Pleasure built, starting at her toes and rushing to her head. If she could have seen anything, she knew she’d see the room spin, just like her body was spinning out of control. She’d had lovers who’d sucked her breasts, but none of them had taken her to this point. She clutched at Brett’s hair and moaned loudly as an orgasm galloped through her body.
Brett held Abby in his arms, slowly licking her nipples while she recovered from her climax. He loved that her breasts were so sensitive he could make her come from sucking and caressing them.
He wondered how many other ways he could make her come. Tonight, he’d do his damnedest to make that number soar.
Reaching behind her head, he removed the silver clip from her hair. It fell in auburn waves to her shoulders. “Lift your hips,” he uttered against her mouth.
Once she obeyed him, Brett drew her dress past her hips and down her legs to fall to the floor. “Lie back,” he instructed again before kissing her deeply.
Brett ended the kiss and rose to his knees between her legs. Abby lay before him, wearing nothing but the bright red thong and necklace he’d given her. He gazed at the triangle that barely covered her mound. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her.
“Lift your hips again,” he whispered.
He clasped the tiny straps over her hips and tugged down the thong. When he saw her bare pussy, he almost swallowed his tongue.
“Damn.” He tossed the thong aside, parted the swollen folds to see her sleek flesh. Her pussy lips were dark pink and slick with her cream, her clit visible beneath the hood. “Your pussy’s so beautiful, all swollen and pink and wet.” He whisked his thumb across her clit, and smiled when she drew a startled breath and arched her hips. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she answered, breathless.
She’d had one orgasm, but her reaction to his touch proved one wouldn’t be enough. One wouldn’t be nearly enough for him either. Brett planned to give her so many, she’d lose count.
He remembered she liked her clit r
ubbed in slow circles. He caressed it with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside her silky channel. Abby clenched her fists and arched her hips even higher.
“I want to make you come again.” He nipped the inside of her thigh, close to her mound. “That’s what tonight’s all about. This time with my tongue.” Her other thigh received the same gentle bite. “Spread your legs wider.”
Abby placed her feet on the cushion and let her knees fall open. Her body felt as tight as a bow string.
“Just relax, baby.” He slid another finger inside her.
“How can I relax when you’re…you’re… Oh…my…god!”
He’d mined for the hidden treasure, her G-spot, and from the way she trembled, he knew he’d found it. “You like?”
Like? She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. Shock waves were rolling through her, building, building. She’d only read about the elusive G-spot, never really believed it existed. In less time than it took to say “morel mushroom”, Brett had not only found hers, he was massaging it with soft, measured strokes. A few moments longer, she’d not only come again, she’d likely explode right out of her skin.
Gooseflesh stood on her arms and legs, shivers rushed through her, while her legs and knees trembled. Then she felt the blissful swipe of his tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh, yes!”
Abby grabbed Brett’s head and raised her pussy closer to his mouth. He licked her clit, flicked it with the tip of his tongue. The entire time he concentrated on her clit, he also caressed her G-spot. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her heart pounded. She struggled to breathe as the pleasure grew inside her.
It crested when Brett suckled her clit.
Abby bucked against his mouth and released a long, keening moan. Her first orgasm had been intense. This one was staggering.
Had it lasted five seconds or five hours? She didn’t know except her body had obviously been stolen and replaced by some sort of wanton love machine who could not get enough of Brett Kincade. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. Brett continued to lick her…long, slow strokes up and down her labia and over her anus. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop, despite the fact that he’d yet to have an orgasm and she’d had two.
She loosened her grip and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “That was amazing.”
