Wyne and Chocolate (Citizen Soldier Series Book 2) (11 page)

M
ason
.

Shoot.
Jill stepped closer to the handsome man with chocolate dripping from his hair,
down his face and onto his already splattered shirt.

“I’m so
sorry.”

He
blinked, then held up his hands and smiled. “I swear, I had nothing to do with
that.”

Relieved
that he wasn’t angry, she laughed and he joined in. For a full minute, they stood
in the middle of her kitchen laughing and dripping with chocolate. Then the
amusement lighting his eyes turned to a delicious, dark heat. Her heart rocked
hard in her chest.

He
reached out to cup her chin. “I think it’s time to test my theory,” he said,
then leaned in to softly lick her cheek.

The feel
of his tongue gliding over her skin made her gasp as awareness rolled down her
body in a charged wave of warmth. “I agree,” she said on a hitched breath. “Let
me see.” Zeroing in on a splotch on his throat, she gripped his shoulders, and
licked him clean. Then stilled. “Oh my God, Mason!”

“Mmm…always
nice to hear a woman scream my name while her lips are on my skin.” His hands
trailed down her sides to settle on her hips.

She drew
back and laughed. “You’re a genius!”

“Nice to
hear, too.”

Still
smiling, she grasped his face with both hands, lifted up on tip-toe and gently
licked the chocolate from his cheek. “This is definitely the taste I was going
for.”

His
hands tightened around her waist. “Glad I could help,” he said, voice low and
delectably husky.

“You
did,” she said, continuing to lick his skin. “
Salt.
That’s what I have
to add to my mixture. A little more salt.” She drew back and smiled. “Thanks
for your help.”

“You’re
welcome.” He walked her slowly backward until her back hit the wall. “Do I get
a reward?”

With her
heart pounding so loud and hard in her chest, she could barely breathe. “What
do you want?”

A wicked
gleam entered his eyes and sifted the strength from her knees.

“To
conduct my own test,” he replied, running a finger through a glob of chocolate
on the front of her apron before smudging it on her lips in an erotic back and
forth motion. “
My
true and proper taste test.”

Warm
breath hit her face as he cupped her chin and gently lowered his mouth to hers.
Anticipation stole what was left of her breath.

Oh
Lordy…

Using
unhurried, deliberate movements, he started at one end and brushed his lips
over hers, tasting, nibbling, savoring, driving her slowly out of her mind with
soft, little licks of his tongue.

“Mason,”
she whispered, trembling against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck
and slid her tongue out to meet his.

He
groaned, and thrusting his hands in her hair, knocked off her hairnet as he
angled her mouth and deepened the kiss.

Holy
hotness, what a kiss. Deep, and drugging, and demanding as hell, and she gave
back tenfold. By the time they drew apart for air, she had no strength left in
her legs and clung to him for support.

“Damn,
you taste good,” he said against her temple, breath hot and ragged. “And I was
right about the chocolate. It does taste better on you.”

Smiling,
she dropped her gaze to her hand as she played with the neck of his shirt. “I
agree…and I know I’m out of practice, but…I bet it would taste even better if
we were naked.”

He bent
down at the knee and tipped her head up at the same time, waiting until she met
his deep gaze. “Of that I have no doubt, but I wouldn’t want you to feel
pressured in any way, Jill.”

“That’s
sweet,” she said, sliding her hand up his broad shoulder to brush her thumb
across the back of his neck, empowered by his shudder.

“Believe
me,
sweet
is the last thing I’m feeling right now.”

His gaze
was hot enough to re-melt the dried chocolate stuck to her body and clothes.

This
time,
she
shuddered. “And the last thing I’m feeling is pressured.” Jill
stepped back slightly, reached behind her and untied her apron before pulling
it off and dropping it at their feet. She moved to stand in front of him. “Now,
where were we-e-e—” Her foot slipped through a glob of chocolate, and she
landed on her butt before she even finished the sentence, or either of them
could react.

“Hey,
are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, dropping to his knees beside her,
concern entering his gaze.

“I’m
okay.”
Except for my pride
. Heat rushed to her face as she rubbed her
butt.

He
cocked his head, sexy grin tugging his lips. “Are you sure you’re okay?
Because…you know, I’d be happy to kiss it and make it better.”

All
kinds of ideas rushed through her head, and before she had a chance to think
them through, her mouth opened. “Well, now that you mention it…” She pointed to
her cheek, wishing she’d had the guts to point to her chest. “It does kind of
hurt here.”

“Yeah?
How’s this?” He leaned in and gently kissed her cheek.

“Better,”
she replied, running her hand up his arm, loving the feel of flexing muscle
underneath.

“Anywhere
else?”

“Yeah.”
She pointed to her lip, and he obliged by kissing her softly at first, then
hungrily when her tongue accidentally-on-purpose snuck into his opened mouth.

Oops.

He had
an arm around her back and used his other hand to push her hair aside as he
drew back and nibbled on her jaw. “Anywhere else?”

Unable
to find her voice, she nodded and pointed to her neck, even tipped her head for
better access. The very smart, very enterprising man made his way to the spot,
and explored the area, drawing all sorts of responses from her, including, but
not limited to, gasps, clutching, eyes rolling back in her head, and even
embarrassingly needy moans.

Bless him.
He didn’t seem to mind. When he finished, she was a panting mass of melted goo,
resembling the chocolate clinging to the floor.

“Did I
get it all?”

His
voice was low and rough, and her good parts responded with a tight pull. She
shook her head. “Funny, but I must be coming down with something. I seem to
hurt
everywhere
.”

Fierce
hunger flashed in his eyes. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

His
hands trailed down her body to the bottom of her shirt. “Then you need to
strip,” he said, grasping the hem and lifting the material over her head,
leaving her sitting on the floor in her bra and jeans. He reached behind her
and unhooked her bra, then sucked in a breath as the lace fell away.

She used
the time to snake her hands under his Henley. “So do you,” she said, pushing
his shirt up his torso, revealing a six pack and drool-worthy pecs dusted in a
smattering of dark hair.  Saliva pooled across her tongue, the very tongue she
wanted to pull across his chest.

“Me?
Why?”

She
smiled. “Because it’ll make me feel a lot better.”

“Oh,
trust me, Jill,” he said, yanking his shirt off with one hand before he leaned
over her until she was flat on the floor staring up at him. “I’m going to make
you feel real good.”

She slid
her hands up his arms. “Promise?”

“Guarantee.”

Then he
proved it by kissing her senseless, leaving her trembling as his lips blazed a
trail down her shoulder and collarbone, teasing her with little kisses and
licks.

“Mason,”
she sighed, needing more, and could feel him smiling against her skin, but
forgot to be mad when his mouth finally closed around her nipple, taking the
tip between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue before tugging softly.

Crying
out, she arched into him, silently offering more.

Apparently,
he understood silent offers.

He made
his way to her other breast, his big, calloused hands brushing a delicious
trail down her body before unhooking her jeans, shoving that wonderful hand
inside and sliding a finger between her legs.

“Mmm…perfect,”
he murmured against her breast. “Warm and wet.”

Her heart
rocked at the thought of what wonderful, wicked things he might do. He released
her to draw back and smile as if reading her mind.

“Lift
up, I need to take these off so I can taste all of you,
Fireball
,” he
said, tugging her zipper down.

Her
heart warmed by the endearment, she wanted that, too, so very much, but first,
she rose up onto her elbows and stared at him, needing him to know. “I-I wasn’t
kidding before, Mason. I haven’t done this in a while. And…” She cleared her
throat, still holding his gaze. “I was a virgin when I married Donny and
haven’t been with anyone else. A-and it’s been a long time.”

God, she
was embarrassed, but didn’t want to disappoint him. It was better he knew she
lacked experience going into…whatever they were going into.

“Hey,
it’s okay,” he said, quietly, brushing the hair off her forehead. “I haven’t
been with anyone in a while, either.” He bent down to kiss her shoulder. 

Then his
lips were burning a trail again, this time down her throat and breast. He
circled her nipple with his tongue and sucked the tight peak into his warm
mouth.

Closing
her eyes, she moaned and lay back down, kicking the last of her restraint out
the door. She wanted Mason, and she was going to have him. Now. And would
happily tell him if she could catch her breath. The best she could do was lift
up when his fingers slid under the waistband of her jeans.

Without
taking his mouth off her, he tugged them down along with her panties, his rough
jaw scraping her soft skin, wicked tongue planting ideas, igniting needs.

When he
had them off and she was completely naked, he positioned himself between her
legs and stared up at her. “Damn, you’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Then his mouth and hands were back on her, kissing a path up the inside of her
legs, calloused palms making her shiver the closer he got to…the part quaking
for him the most.

She
hadn’t had an orgasm in well over a year. Anticipation trembled through her
limbs. One well-placed glance and she was going to go off like…Mocha. Quick and
messy.

“I got
you,” he murmured, putting his mouth on one thigh, then the other, and then…her
center.

Her
whole body jerked.

“Easy.”
His warm hands grasped her thighs, while he gently began to take her apart with
his tongue.

She
called out his name, her hands suddenly in his hair, holding his head as his
mouth teased with slow strokes of his tongue. But she needed…more.
“Mason…please,” she begged, didn’t care, would happily beg again if he’d just
give her what she needed.

“You
taste so good,” he said against her wet flesh, driving her out of her mind.

Her
pulse was racing and heart pounding when he finally gave her what she needed.
He took her where she needed to go, teeth and tongue upping their game, taking
her to the edge, that blissful edge…then beyond. Crying out his name, she came
hard and fast, and he drew it out with an expertise that left her breathless
and shaking.

When she
eventually came back to herself, she opened her eyes and wondered briefly how
long she’d been out, because Mason was naked. Standing. Rolling on a condom. A
large one.

Breath
immediately caught in her throat as she stared up at his gorgeous, hard, sinewy
body glistening under the unflattering lights in her kitchen. There was nothing
unflattering about the man. Not the dried chocolate stuck to his hair and body,
and certainly not his erection. He was big and hard everywhere.

Gaze
dark and smoldering, he bent over her, palming the floor by her head. “You were
delicious, but I need to be inside you,” he said, voice low and rough with
need.

She ran
her hands up his back, finding him tight with tension. “I want you inside me,
too.”

With a
low, sexy sound, he captured her mouth with his and kissed her deep and frantic
and deliciously hot. Then he drew back and positioned himself between her legs,
and holding her gaze, shoved inside in one, long, slow, stroke.

It was
all too much, yet all too right.

She
wasn’t going to worry about tomorrow, or the fact the countdown had begun to
the day he walked away. No. Right now, he made her feel incredible, and wanted,
and cherished, and God, she just wanted to enjoy that rare feeling without all
the repercussions swirling in her head. So she shut them down. Closed them off.
Refused to worry about what happened next. 

“Jesus,
Jill, you feel so damn good,” he said, pulling nearly all the way out before
pushing back in.

In the
stark, florescent lights, he looked magnificent, brown eyes that deep Criollo
bean color, face strained, muscles quivering, ecstasy tugging them both into a
pulse-pounding rhythm. She was so close to that edge again. How could she be
there already? But she was, and with every drag of his body and slow push
inside, the tightness increased until she was ready to snap again.

“Mason…I’m…”
she panted, completely out of herself, treading in unknown waters.

He bent
down and kissed her lips. “I know. I’m with you,” he said, drawing back to up
their pace.

She was
done. That was it. Jill cried out, her pleasure echoing off the chocolate
splattered kitchen walls, mingling with his low, sexy sound as he thrust deep
inside, all the way to the hilt, and followed her over into a bliss he created.

S
till flat on her back on the kitchen floor, Jill came back to
herself a little while later, and absently noted a few splotches of chocolate
on the ceiling. Mocha outdid herself this time. She hardly ever hit the
ceiling. Tonight, the machine reached new heights.

Just
like Jill.