The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (16 page)

“Sure,” he answers, moving toward the workstation. I hop up on top of it and wait patiently for him to stand in front of me, as his hands rest lightly on my thighs.

I dip my finger into the frosting. “Open,” I command, holding my finger in front of his now slightly swollen lips. They curl up into a small smile before he opens his mouth, his tongue wrapping around my finger and pulling every last bit off.
Jesus, he could probably get me ready for sex just by licking an envelope in front of me.

“Good?”

“Very, especially coming off you.”

“I love mint chocolate. I think it’s the perfect union of flavors.” I dip another finger into the frosting and pop it in my mouth as he licks his lips.

“I think you’re the perfect union of flavors,” he responds, causing me to grin even wider.

“Want some more?” I go to reach my finger into the bowl when he grabs it, taking the bowl out of my hands, and placing it next to me on the workstation. Dipping his own finger into the bowl, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he swipes the hot pink frosting down the side of my neck to my cleavage. I whimper as his tongue licks off the line of frosting he’s drawn, paying extra attention to the dollop that is now dripping between my breasts.

“Lift your arms,” he whispers, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head after I obey him. His eyes enlarge and flick from my face to my shoulders, his face hardening instantly.
Oh, fuck.

“What the hell? What happened to you?” His fingers trail the small fingertip-sized bruises that graze over my shoulders and I wince at him. Moving my hair out of the way, he leans around me and I hear a soft grunt as he discovers the bruises on my upper back.
Shit. I meant to keep my clothes on.
This conversation could have been easily avoided. Damn him and his ability to cloud my judgment.

“Why the hell are you covered in bruises?” He moves back in front of me and eases in between my legs again, commanding my attention.

“Uh...”
Do I tell him? What would he do? Would he go after Justin? Is that something your casual sex partner would do or is that strictly a boyfriend move? Did I want him to care?

“Dylan.”

My case of word vomit suddenly rears her ugly head again. “Justin came by when I was loading Sam today to go deliver a wedding cake and he came on to me. He’d been drinking and he wouldn’t let go of me even though I was screaming at him, and then he threw me up against Sam.” I watch his expression shift right in front of me to anger. His teeth clench tight, causing the muscles in his jaw to quiver and his nostrils flare. I move back a bit.
Damn. Angry Reese is intimidating and sexy as hell.

“That asshole put his hands on you?”

“Yes, but—”

“And who the fuck is Sam? Did he bring another guy with him?” He slams his hand down on the worktop next to my thigh and I jump. “They’re both fucking dead,” he says, turning away from me. I grab his shoulders and prevent his escape.

“Don’t, just wait a minute.” His eyes meet mine and he raises his brows. “Sam is my delivery van. Yes, I named it. It’s stupid, I know. And yes, Justin did this, but he’s never put his hands on me before. I don’t think he would’ve actually forced himself on me. He was probably just upset that his wife cheated on him.”
What the fuck? Now I’m making excuses for that asshole?
I run my fingers down his arms and pull his hands into my lap, squeezing them gently.

“Are you fucking serious?” His voice booms throughout the kitchen. “I don’t give a shit if he was drunk, upset, or whatever the fuck. He touched you; he’s dead.”

“Reese, please, what would you do? You can’t hurt him. He could press charges against you. I mean, it’s not like it’s self-defense or something. Please, just let it go. It really looks worse than it feels.” That is a complete lie. It hurts like hell. But I am absolutely terrified Reese will end up getting into trouble over this, and that will hurt a hell of a lot worse than the bruises.

He runs his hands down his face before he reaches out and holds mine, his expression softening. “You should have called me. Why didn’t you?” His thumbs stroke my cheeks as he studies me.

I shrug. “I had to go deliver the wedding cake and I was already running late. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to do something that could get you into trouble. He isn’t worth it.” I reach up and hold his hand to my face. “Promise me you won’t do anything.”

He steps closer to me, bringing our bodies only inches apart and allowing me to wrap my legs around him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Reese.”

“No, love.” He kisses me quickly, shutting me up before he continues. “I can’t and I won’t let anybody hurt you. He’ll never touch you again.
That
I can promise you.”

I nod slightly. The truth of the matter is, I like that he cares about me enough to want to protect me. And Reese is smart. He won’t do anything that could fuck with the career that he’s worked so hard for. I shouldn’t worry about this.

“Okay, but can we go back to the frosting now?” I ask, seeing his eyes light up at the memory of it.

He nods slowly, the desire sparking back into the green pools that glare at me.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I’m lying completely naked on my workbench, my thighs clamped tightly together in anticipation as Reese continues to remove his clothing. I’ve never realized until now just how sexy it is to watch a man undress. But I’m quickly realizing that whatever this man does, he does it in a very sexy way. I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch him pull his T-shirt off with one hand, revealing his brilliantly sculpted upper body. I moan softly at the sight of him and catch his attention, seeing his lips curl up in the corner. His boxers come down with his jeans and he steps out of them, grabbing the bowl of frosting that he had placed on a nearby stool before he moves toward me. His free hand grips my thigh, spreading me open, and giving himself room to settle between my legs. I feel the tip of him push against my clit and I whimper.

“Now, where should I begin?” His eyes run down my body and he smiles wickedly.

“You can begin with sticking that big dick in me,” I answer, wiggling against him to give me some relief.
Christ Almighty, he feels amazing.

He chuckles and bends forward. “Somebody’s greedy. Did you not get yourself off well enough?” He drops his head and kisses between my breasts. “You should have let me in when I told you. I would have made you come so hard you wouldn’t be begging for my cock just yet.” He holds out his hand to lift me so I’m now sitting up, my eyes doing a quick rundown of his body and seeing him notice it.

“Yes, you caught me, I was looking, but I can’t help it.” I lean back onto my hands and stick my chest out. “Now, get busy.”

“Are you always so bossy?” he asks as he dips his finger into the frosting and spreads a generous amount onto each erect nipple. I try to keep still as best I can but am quickly getting worked up.
But let’s be honest here, I’ve been worked up from this man since I fell into his lap.
He looks so focused, so meticulous with his pattern he’s drawing on me that it makes me vibrate with silent laughter against his hands. “Stop squirming.” He scoops another glob out of the bowl and trails it down the center of my stomach, swirling the pink sugariness onto my clit. I bite my lip to keep from jerking, watching him set the bowl onto the wood next to me and step back, admiring his creation.

“You like?” I ask, my eyes glued to his massive erection, which I am aching to jump on.

His hand strokes his jaw as he studies me. “Fuck, yes.” His eyes flick up to mine and I clutch the edge of the workbench with my hands.
Shit, his sex stare could melt me like a candle.
Moving quickly to bridge the space between us, his hand grips my head and crashes my mouth against his. He’s rough, swiping into my mouth with his tongue, his breath hot and minty on my face. We’re all lips, tongues, and bursts of air as he sucks and bites my lip, the tiny pain of it fueling my desire for him. Breaking away to ease me back onto the wood, his tongue darts out and licks the icing off my left breast.

“Oh, yes.” I tangle my hands into his hair as he strokes my nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard before releasing it.

“Mmmm, you taste almost
too
good.” His mouth moves to my right breast where he licks it clean before flicking my nipple. He sits up and stares down at me. “Now what?” he asks, and I know the look on my face is one of pure delight.
Am I in control of this?

“Lick me.”

“Be specific, love.”

I sit up quickly and wrap my hand around his cock, hearing a sharp gasp from him as he grabs my neck. He shakes his head and removes my hand gently, causing me to frown.

“Not yet.” He guides me back down onto my back and I playfully try to reach him as he bats my hands away. “You were telling me to lick you, and I want to know where.”

I smirk. “You know exactly where.”

He shrugs and slowly begins tracing my belly button, moving the icing around and causing my stomach to clench. “Where, Dylan?”
Good Lord, the man is persistent. I wish I found that to be anything but a major turn on.

Okay, I can do this.
I clamp my eyes shut. “Reese, please lick my pussy until I come in your mouth, and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” Slowly peeking one eye open, I find a very amused man staring down at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a pervert.”

“So are you.” Dropping in front of me, he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I groan loudly and arch my back, feeling his hands grip my ankles and plant my feet flat down on the wood. I’m completely open to him and go to drop my feet off the sides when he holds them in place.

“Move and I stop.”

I stare down my body and look into his bright green eyes. “Seriously?” I shake my head quickly.
Crap. I feel so exposed like this. He can see everything.

He keeps his eyes on me as he trails sweet kisses on my inner thighs. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Dylan? Every single part of you. Especially here.” His hand brushes between my legs and I whimper. “I want to see you like this.”
Well, in that case.
I drop my head back and firmly plant my feet, letting go of my anxiety and opening up to him and his extremely talented mouth.

“Oh, yes.” I move my hips against him as he slowly strokes up my length and around my clit, licking off every bit of icing. I want him to pull me into his mouth and suck hard, knowing full well that when he does, I will surely lose my mind. But he doesn’t. He keeps up the rhythm of deep caresses, swiping just over or just under my clit and driving me insane. He only dips his tongue into me just enough to make me grip his head with my thighs and then he slowly removes it.

“You’re so close, love.”

“I know that. Why aren’t you letting me come?” My climax is there, right there, and he’s toying with it. My body is shaking on the hard wood, the slight chill of it cooling down my heated skin.

“I can feel you pulsing against my tongue. I want you to come, Dylan. I really do.” He gives me slow even laps with his tongue, swirling and dipping. Brushing just over my clit, I bring my hips up to make him go where I want him, where I need him, but his hand quickly clamps down on my stomach and presses me to the table.

“Please. I need… please just... little lower. No higher. Please. What the fuck?”

“Are you not enjoying this?”
Lick.
“Because I sure as hell am. In fact,”
Lick,
“I think I’ll do this for the rest of the night.”

Oh, God, he’s trying to kill me. Fuck that. If he won’t get me off, then I’ll fucking do it.
Quickly dropping my hand to my sex, I go to rub my two favorite fingers on my spot when he grabs my hand, forcing it back down to the wood and holding it there firmly. Letting out a string of colorful curse words, I finally let myself go limp on the table and give up.

“Why are you doing this?” I whimper as he continues his torment.

His breath warms me between my legs. “Because you wouldn’t let me touch you. Do you have any idea how close I was to breaking through your window?” He licks my clit quickly and I pant. “I want to be the only one to give you pleasure, Dylan. Your orgasms belong to me.”
Holy shit. I am completely fine with that. Yes. Absolutely.