Part 19 (2/2)
Michael dug in a jacket pocket. ”I needed to stop to get this. You wouldn't believe the trouble I went through to get it. I thought it'd be an easy stop at the drugstore but I had to stop at four stores before I found what I was looking for.”
She looked at the hand he held out. Nestled on the center of his palm was a small yellow duck.
”Your rubber ducky.” Michael smiled at her but it was tentative and reminded her of the Michael of her youth.
”A rubber ducky,” she repeated.
”For your baths.”
”I gathered.”
”I got this too.” He pulled out a small mason jar from another pocket. He didn't make a move to touch her, but the heat from his eyes was more tangible than any touch would be. ”Chocolate sauce. I craved dessert.”
Her smile widened into a grin. Taking the two steps to close the distance between them, she put her hand on the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, and kissed him soundly.
She heard the soft thump of the jar dropping onto the bed and in the next second his arms were around her, holding her as if he never wanted to let her go.
He lifted his head. ”Not angry at me anymore?”
”Depends.” She nuzzled his neck, her lips lingering over the spot where she could feel his heart beating so strongly.
”On?”
”How good the chocolate is.”
He grinned and steered her until the backs of her legs. .h.i.t the bed and she toppled backwards onto it. ”I think the chocolate is going to be the best you've ever had.”
”That sure, are you?”
”d.a.m.n right, baby.”
She loved the way he ate her with his eyes. She scooted back and stretched. Crossing her legs, she wiggled her foot to draw his attention to her high heels and stockinged legs. She'd never figured out why men loved stockings and heels so much-probably because they didn't have to wear them-but she'd gladly use them to her advantage.
She moaned as he slipped off her shoe and rubbed her foot. His thumbs worked out the tightness from wearing the shoes for too long.
She moaned again. ”Heaven.”
He moved on to her other foot. ”We might have to make you more comfortable before I go on.”
”I'm yours to command.”
”I never have a tape recorder when I need one.”
”Don't push your luck.” She prodded him with her foot. ”More.”
”Exactly.”
She watched his hands as they unb.u.t.toned her dress s.h.i.+rt. He did it slowly, drawing it out until she waited for each b.u.t.ton to pop open with her breath held. His hands never brushed her body. Her nipples tingled with need and she had to keep herself from arching up to make him touch her. ”Are you doing that on purpose?”
”What?”
”Trying to drive me crazy.”
”Is it working?”
”h.e.l.l yes.”
”Good.” He pushed her s.h.i.+rt open, running the back of his hand down her neck to the top of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and then down her abdomen to brush over her lacy thong. ”There are advantages to owning a lingerie store, aren't there?”
”I have an a.r.s.enal, and I'm not afraid to use it.”
”Thank G.o.d for that,” he said fervently before he peeled the bra straps down her arms. ”Help me with this.”
She reached behind her and unsnapped it. He pulled it off her and tossed it across the room. Her panties quickly followed.
Olivia lifted her right leg to roll her stockings down but Michael's hand stopped her. ”No. Leave that.”
She raised her brow but didn't argue. She was much more intrigued with what he was going to do with the chocolate in the jar he'd retrieved and was uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g.
She arched when she felt his fingers drag down the center of her chest. She caught her breath as he added dobs on top of each nipple. Each deliberate stroke chocolate stoked the fire he'd started with the first kiss.
Olivia gasped, clutching the comforter under her. ”I don't know how much more of this I can take.”
”I can stop.”
”I'm not sure that would be any less painful.”
”Then how about if I do this.” He bent his head and licked up her belly all the way to her neck, following the line of chocolate he'd painted on her. ”Delicious,” he murmured against her throat.
”I'm going to die.” She groaned and speared her fingers in his hair as he laved a particularly sensitive spot on her throat.
He chuckled. ”You always did love that.”
She did? He did it again. Yep, okay, she believed him. Even if she couldn't remember.
He dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking until all the chocolate had to be dissolved and gone and then sucking some more. It felt like an eternity before he moved onto her other nipple, which was taut and begging for his attention.
”My turn.” She lifted her hips and rolled him over so she was on top.
”But this is my fantasy.”
”Deal with it.” Reaching for the jar, she dipped her index finger inside and smeared a long line down his cheek to his mouth and throat. She paused, staring at the spot under his ear where his pulse beat and wondered if he'd be as sensitive there as she was.
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