Page 80 of Recipe for Temptation

“My sister taught me. She owns a day spa.”

“Yeah?” Michael smiled hazily. “I have a friend whose wife runs a day spa in Houston. What’s your sister’s called?”

“Touch of Heaven.”

“Hmm.” Something clicked in his lethargic brain. His eyes flew open, and he swung his head around to stare at Reese. “Wait a minute. St. James...Is your sister married to Warrick Mayne?”

Reese smiled. “Yes, she is.”

“Get outta here! Are you serious?”

“Um, yeah.” She giggled.

“What a small world,” Michael marveled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Warrick and I have known each other for years.”

“I know. I just found out the other day when I spoke to my sister.”

“Raina, right?”

“Right.” Reese shifted, her soft breasts grazing his shoulder as she resumed massaging him. “Apparently, Raina and Warrick were planning to surprise me when you showed up at their wedding. But you ruined everything by being a no-show,” she said, giving him a teasing poke in the back.

Michael grinned ruefully. “I was really bummed about that. But I’d already committed to judging a competition months before I received their wedding invitation.”

“Too bad.” She sighed. “We could have met sooner.”

He gazed at her. “Better late than never,” he said softly.

She met his eyes, her hands stilling on his shoulders. “Michael?—”

He leaned close and kissed her. Hard. He didn’t know what she’d been about to say. He wasn’t taking any chances. He wanted her, needed her more than his next breath, and he wasn’t about to give her a chance to tell him no.

She responded eagerly, her arms banding around his neck. Her warm, fruity taste filled his mouth as his tongue invaded hers.

He was desperate for her, but he held it in check, trying to express with his kiss everything that mere words couldn’t describe. He told her with his lips, with every stroke of his tongue, just how much she meant to him, how completely lost he’d be without her. And she kissed him back with enough hunger to scorch the breath in his lungs.

He worked her dress up her luscious thighs and then lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him on the bench. Seizing her mouth again in a hot, demanding kiss, he reached up and pulled out the jeweled hair combs securing her elaborate twist. He didn’t know where they landed, but when she shook her hair free, he groaned in approval and sifted his fingers through the thick dark tresses.

Her hands roamed appreciatively over his bare chest, tracing his hard pecs with a teasing brush of fingertips that puckered his nipples. When she leaned down to flick her wet tongue over one and then the other, a violent shudder ripped through him.

Greedily he cupped her breasts, transfixed by the way she closed her eyes and arched her head back, her pebbled nipples thrusting into his palms. He thumbed them as she ground against him, her soft, throaty cries ratcheting up his need.

She looked like a fucking goddess in her white dress, which glowed in the moonlight and gave her an ethereal sensuality. Last time he’d just wanted to rip off her clothes and feast on her glorious body—and later he would. But for now, he was enjoying the exquisitely erotic vision she made with the tops of her breasts spilling out over the low neckline, her nipples jutting through the silk. It was a dress made for sex.

When she reached behind her to unfasten it, he stopped her. “Keep it on,” he whispered thickly. “I wanna make love to you wearing it.”

She moaned and undulated against him.

Sliding his hands under her dress, he groaned at the discovery that she wore a silk thong. He cupped her lush, curvy ass cheeks and let out another appreciative rumble. “I’ve been dying to get under here all night.”

“It took you long enough,” she murmured, making his dick throb.

His hands snaked between her trembling thighs, pushed aside the damp strip of silk shielding her core and slid his middle finger inside. She bucked, her back arching like a bow as her muscles clamped hotly around him. He slid his finger in and out of her wetness, pressing and probing as she mewled her pleasure. When he found the spongy little spot at the back of her pussy, he tweaked it, then curved his finger forward.

Bingo.

Her eyes flew wide, and he crushed his mouth to hers to muffle her loud cry.

She rode out the orgasm, her thighs shaking on his lap, her fingers digging into his shoulders so hard he knew she’d leave scratches.

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