Page 3 of Hot Holiday Fling

“How can anyone spend so much money on a dog? I’m mean, don’t get me wrong, I love animals, but this amount of money?”

“My clients adore their animals,” Adie explained.

She put down the dog collar and stacked the boxes of handmade chocolates and moved them to the side, giving her enough space to sit on the heavy table, her legs swinging. It felt so good to get off her aching feet. Picking up a sample dish of chocolates, she held it out to him.

He shook his head. “I rarely eat chocolate.”

“You’ll want to eat this,” Adie assured him. “Have you ever tasted bacon and Mexican chili in chocolate?”

“That would be a no.”

“It’s rare, rather wonderful and...”

“Ridiculously expensive,” he finished her sentence and smiled.

Adie snapped her fingers and pointed her index finger at him. “You’re catching on.” She watched as he slid the chocolate into his mouth, wishing it were her lips making contact with his, her tongue sliding against his. Adie wiggled in place and released a frustrated breath. Needing to do something with her hands, she picked up another chocolate truffle, looked at it and bit down on the bittersweet treat.

Gorgeous...rich, creamy and, hell,hot!

Adie chewed, swallowed and waved her hand in front of her mouth. She looked into his laughing, fog-colored eyes, and blushed. “Wasabi. Not what I was expecting...”

“Want some of mine?”

Adie looked at the half-eaten truffle in his fingers and wondered if he was going to feed her the rest of his chocolate. Suddenly desperate for some contact with him, any contact, she slowly nodded.

He seemed to hesitate, his eyes skimming her face. It was obvious to her that he was testing the waters, wanting to make sure he was interpreting her signals correctly.

He was.

His eyes held hers, fascinating and mysterious, as he placed the chocolate in his mouth and his hands on her knees. Heat skittered up her spine as he gently pushed her legs apart, stepping into the space he’d created. Adie held his eyes and her breath as he lowered his head...closer and closer until his lips were a whisper from hers. Unable to bear the suspense—she wanted his kiss more than she needed to breathe—she lifted her hands to his chest and placed her lips against his. Soft, hard, both at once and when his hot tongue on the seam of her lips cajoled her to open up, she willingly followed his lead. But instead of his tongue entering her mouth, she tasted bittersweet chocolate, a hint of chili, the rush of salty bacon. She moaned in delight.

Adie, wanting more—wanting everything—curled her hand around the back of his neck and held him in place, enjoying the chocolate-covered strokes of his tongue against hers, the way his fingertips pushed into the skin on her hips, his other hand cupping her jaw.

Adie heard him moan and then his hands were on her waist, hauling her closer so that the vee of her legs connected with his rigid erection, her feet curling around the backs of his knees.

Adie felt like she’d dived off a cliff into a warm, deep pool of delight. She ran her hands down his strong, muscled back, over his spectacular butt—and it felt as good as it looked. Her fingers danced over the backs of his thighs. She wanted this, she wanted more...to see him naked, to taste every inch of his hot, masculine skin.

It had been so very long...

He pulled back to drop kisses on her jaw, over her cheekbone, on her temple. His breathing was harsh in her ear and Adie reveled in the notion that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Had there ever been such a perfect kiss? Adie didn’t think so...

Needing him, needing more, Adie gripped his jaw with one hand, seeking his mouth. Oblivious to where she was, she picked up his hand and placed it on her breast, groaning when the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple. Tipping her head to the side, he changed the angle of the kiss, taking more, going deeper, silently demanding that she give him everything...

Adie pulled his shirt out of his pants and sighed into his mouth when her hands found hard muscles. She explored the bumps of his spine and when her hands moved over his sides and across his stomach, heading south, she felt his hand on hers, stopping her progress.

He stiffened, stopped kissing her, and after a moment lifted his mouth off hers.

He stared at her for the longest time, his eyes now steel gray with passion, his breathing ragged.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered.

“Kiss me again,” Adie begged, pleasure overwhelming her pride.

He shook his head. “If I do, I won’t be able to stop.”

Adie, knowing that this was wrong, that she was taking a massive risk, and not caring, lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. “So, don’t stop.”

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