Page 8 of Say Yes to the Chef

Sheknowsshe’s beautiful.Knowsher body is something to be worshiped, adored.

“Chef Marco,” she whispers, testing my name on her lips… speaking so softly it could have been mistaken for the whisper of a breeze—had my balls not clenched in response.“Funny seeing you here.”

My lips pull into a smile and the grin she gives me in response is breathtaking.

“Mrs. Rhone.” I say her name slowly, tasting the syllables the way I’d like to taste her, hoping to God I stir the same desire in her that she does in me.

Instead, she winces, but the hint of pain in her eyes is gone in a flash and I wonder if I imagined it. Then she smiles. “Please call me Adrienne.”

Adrienne.

I take a step toward her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day, Adrienne.”

Her eyes tighten ever so slightly at the edges, a hint of confusion knitting her brow.

I run my tongue over my teeth. It hadn’t occurred to me that I’d have to explain myself, but of course she’d want to know what the hell is going on, why she received a random invitation to a sold-out Chef’s Dining Experience. “I saw you when you checked in.”

She tilts her head, drags her gaze down my body. “I definitely didn’t see you… I think I would have remembered that.”

I have to bite back a groan when the sultry sound of her voice reaches down to tighten my groin. Her voice is low and sensual, dripping with the promise of all my wildest dreams coming true.

But I’d rather bring hers to fruition.

This woman is one to worship.

Adrienne wets her lips and my eyes drop to her mouth.

She’s so fucking sexy.Her body language speaks to the most carnal parts of me. Her slightly parted lips, an invitation to claim; the hungry curiosity in her gaze, a challenge to meet.

Silence stretches out between us, nothing but the waves lapping at the sand to fill the void.

I take a tentative step toward her. “So… the water is nice. Have you been in?”

Mierda, Marco, the water is nice?What’s next, a quip about the weather?

Adrienne looks past me to the waves, then takes a step forward and looks up into my eyes. “Is that why you came here? Because you wanted to swim?” Biting back a smile, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

My abs tighten as blood rushes to my cock. I take one more step, stopping close enough that, if I dared, I could lean down and take that bottom lip between my own teeth. Would she let me?

She’s here, isn’t she?Exactly at midnight. That has to count for something.

“I didn’t come here to swim.”

“Good,” she whispers, “because I didn’t either.”Her eyes widen only briefly, but that fleeting moment of surprise is alluring as hell. It’s as if she’s not only admitting this to me, but to herself as well.

I don’t even know this woman and I find myself desperate for more of her truths.

Bringing my hand to her face to cup her cheek, I trail my thumb over that bottom lip she just moistened. Her lips part for me and her breath kicks up speed, chest rising and falling in quick succession. I drop my eyes to that sensual dip at the center of her collarbone, then lower, dragging my gaze over her breasts. Nipples taut, they press against the fabric of her bikini.

When I drag my gaze back up to hers, I lick my lips and her pupils dilate. “I’d like to kiss you, Adrienne.”

A subtle nod has me leaning forward, mouth watering at the prospect of tasting those full lips. I brush a kiss first at the corner of her mouth, then tighten my grip on her chin and tilt her head to slant my lips over hers–

Laughter catches on the breeze. Multiple voices.

We’re not alone.

My body goes rigid. I quickly drop my hand and step back to put distance between us.

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