Page 26 of Tame Me

“Sure. I’ve always wondered what I’d say to my cheating ex if I ever ran into her again. Especially now that I’ve had a few years to think about it. You must feel immense relief.”

I nodded. His insight was a blessing. “Actually, I do.”

He put his glass down and slipped forward on his stool, positioning his legs on either side of mine. “You know, sex is also the perfect cure.”

I giggled. “Cure for what?”

The blue and violet medley in his eyes captured me in so many ways. “Just about everything.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh-huh. And chocolate. Chocolate fixes everything, too.”

I laughed, a deep, hearty laugh, and after my crazy weekend, it felt so good. “In that case, I think you should take me to your room and rescue me.”

He leaned over, and I closed my eyes, silently begging him to kiss me. Barely a breath later, my wish was granted, and I melted into his caress. His hands curled up my thighs, and as our breaths mingled, every brick of angst from my weekend fluttered away.

He pulled back and ran his tongue over his lips. “Would you like to come to my room?”

I nodded; certain my voice wouldn’t work. With our fingers knotted together, we strode from the bar to the elevator. The doors opened, and we stepped in, turned, and faced the mirrored doors.

He nudged his shoulder to mine, grinning, and I smiled, too.

Hunter turned to me, curled his fingers around my neck, and brought his lips to mine. Butterflies danced across my stomach, and I pressed my hands to his chest. The muscles I found there were chiseled to perfection.

I reached up on my tippy-toes, and as his thumb glided across my cheek, our tongues explored. Just like everything about Hunter, his kiss was perfect.

My heart wept when the doors pinged open and our lips parted. With my hand in his, he led me to his room. He opened the door and stepped aside for me to walk ahead of him.

As the door clicked closed, I placed my bag over the back of the chair and turned to him. Hunter took my breath away.

He ran his hand through his blond waves. “Would you like to try my chocolate again?”

Sensing that he had some kind of plan, I nodded. “I’d love to.”

“Okay, take a seat.” He pulled out a dining chair, and as he strolled to the kitchen, I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting him again.

Hunter fussed about behind the counter for a minute or so before he returned with a glossy black chocolate box and a bottle of wine. He placed them on the table and fetched two wine glasses from the cupboard over the microwave.

“I want to introduce you to my European range.”

“Oh, okay. Sounds like fun.”

“I did a three-week tour around the Italian Riviera in August and discovered some fascinating new techniques. You’re one of the first to try them.”

His eyes were electric with anticipation, and I felt incredible pressure to please him. He lifted the box, and I enjoyed both a beautiful presentation of carefully crafted chocolates and delightful aromas. “Which one would you like?”

“Hmmm. How do I pick? They all look incredible.”

“You chose the one that appeals to you the most.”

I surveyed the delectable selection, and after much deliberation, I pointed at a miniature dark chocolate corrugated cup that was topped with a chocolate lid that looked like it’d been painted in red wine by a master artist.

“Taste it.” His tongue flicked over his lip, and my heart fluttered at how sexy he was.

I plucked the chocolate from the box, and under his watchful gaze, I bit into it. To my surprise, it had a liquid center, and I just managed to catch it before it dribbled all over me. It was a flavor explosion of chocolate and lemon, sweet and tart and utterly delicious.

“You missed some.” He leaned forward and ran his finger over my lower lip and then licked his finger. It was a highly erotic move that had my heart thumping. It took all my might not to jump into his lap, wrap my arms around him, and kiss him until we both gasped for breath.

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