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body reminded her of the pleasures of the previous night. She could feel her nipples puckering, and her heart was beating like a hummingbird’s with every delectable bite. Lust warred with guilt and nerves. What does he want from me?
She swallowed hard. “It’s good,” she admitted, even though enjoying the food was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Even better with this,” he said, breaking off a piece of rough bread. “This is cabernet walnut bread.”
He fed her slowly, encouraging her to savor every bite. He kept up a running commentary: this was obviously a man who loved food. It seemed as if he was more interested in the descriptions of each course than in whom he was feeding it to. Or at least, it would have seemed that way, if he didn’t stroke her bottom lip as he placed some of the food in her mouth…or the way he made her lean forward, her mouth open, to retrieve some of the bites. He didn’t even let her help with her hands, forcing her to nibble out of his palm on several occasions. When her teeth grazed the pad of his thumb, she thought she saw him shudder slightly.
She was getting damp, between her legs. She shifted her weight on the chair, trying not to think of the fact that all he needed to do was undo his buckle, his fly, and he’d be right there, at practically the right height…
She knew, as a seductress, perhaps she ought to reach for him. Undo his pants herself. But her nerve abandoned her, and she simply found herself eating and second-guessing herself.
By the time he suggested dessert, she felt full, but the promise of something sweet was seductive to her fully-awake taste buds. She’d never been so aware of different flavors and textures as she was at this one “casual” meal.
“You strike me as a woman who appreciates a decadent dessert,” he said. “Have you ever had chocolate-covered cherries?”
“Of course,” she said. Irina loved American candy: her now ex-husband had delivered boxes and boxes of the stuff when they were still negotiating the marriage, all varieties of candies, and Irina had often shared. “I find most of them too sweet, though.”
“You’ll like these, I think,” he said, producing a plate. There were cherries on the stem, so dark they were a plump purplish-black, their color blending into the rich dark chocolate swirled around each end. He held one up by the stem. “Open wide, Nadia.”
She did without thinking, tilting her head back, her tongue darting out to guide the fruit between her lips. She bit down, and the cherry flavor exploded in her mouth, sweet and tart and brilliant, the dark chocolate slowly mingling in a seductive counterpoint. She sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes.
“Another?”
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his expression almost predatory. He held up another cherry. She smiled, tilting her head back.
This time, when she bit down, he leaned forward, his hot lips brushing against the pulsing vein in her neck…at the same time his fingers pressed between her thighs, one fingertip delving inside her moist curls, brushing against her clit.
She almost choked. The vibrancy of the flavors, and the startling heated pleasure of his touch caused her to moan, her senses momentarily overwhelmed.
He smiled, a mysterious wizard’s smile. “Another?” he asked casually, as if he had never touched her.
She blinked at him, unsure of what to do or say. Was he referring to the cherry? Or…the other?
“I…” She felt completely unfocused, helpless.
“Not sure, hmmm?” A tinge of laughter in his voice, even as the heat in his eyes didn’t back down one degree. His finger traced and explored, and she gasped, scooting slightly toward him, making a strangled little cry in her throat.
“Dominic…”
Abruptly, he pulled his hand away. She couldn’t help it: she whimpered.
“Like I said,” he grinned wickedly. “Dinner will be better.”
He left the tray, then walked out of the kitchen. She waited, unsure of what he