Recipe for Satisfacton(36)

She devoured everything in her bowl. He loved that she ate. In his experience, most women were salad eaters, or they didn’t eat at all.

When the pasta bowls were cleared, he placed a small piece of steak and chicken on her plate. The asparagus was next, then one of the braised pears. “Eat up.”

She smiled and moved her stool closer to the bar. He poured a second glass of wine to go with the steak and chicken—a cabernet sauvignon from California.

The sounds she made when enjoying food were the same sounds she made during sex. His pants grew tighter with every soft sigh; he was already on edge. He could only hope that his overt attempt at seduction worked, because the musical moans that came with her every bite didn’t help to tamp down his desire.

By the end of the main course Jack’s libido was on overdrive. He shook himself out of his lustful haze and walked over to the freezer to grab a container of sorbet. “This will cleanse your palate for dessert.”

“There’s dessert?”

“Of course there is. It’s my favorite part.” He wiggled his eyebrows. He desperately wanted to serve himself up on a platter for dessert. But he went the traditional route. “I must admit,” he said, “I cheated a little. One of the desserts I stole from Cole.”

She giggled. “It’s the thought that counts.”

He gestured to the sorbet in front of her. “Go on and take a spoonful.” While Sterling tried the sorbet, he cleared the platter and dirty dishes, leaving them in the sink to clean up later.

“Oh, is that chocolate mousse?” she asked while he removed a glass bowl from the fridge. “Yum.”

“It is.” Chocolate was, after all, an aphrodisiac. “And we also have—” he reached back into the fridge and pulled out the dessert he’d stolen from Cole “—this.”

“Hmmm…what is that?”

“Dulce de leche. If it sucks you can blame Cole.”

She laughed. “I doubt it will suck. Your brothers are just as good as you…if not better?” Sterling gave him a playful grin.

“You mean almost as good as me.” He leaned across the counter. “I have moves my brothers couldn’t even imagine. In and out of the kitchen.”

She stuffed another spoonful of sorbet into her beautiful mouth, smiling around the utensil, but not before he saw her shiver.

Her very smile made his insides quiver. When Sterling was happy, he was happy. Add to that her moans and groans, the swipe of her tongue against her lips tasting his food—it was all too much to take. It was like watching her experience food for the first time. And he didn’t want to stop there. He had the opportunity to be her first in many areas, not just in the culinary arena.

He placed a bowl of mousse on the counter and settled into his seat beside her.

She scooped a huge dollop out of the bowl and let out a mewl of pleasure when the spoon touched her lips. He could only imagine how her tongue swirled and swayed inside her mouth around that utensil. Just as it would if it was him between her plump lips. Luckily, she was a messy eater. “You have some chocolate on your lip.”

“Oh…”

Before she wiped away the small dot, Jack grabbed her hand. “Allow me.”

He rubbed his thumb along the side of her lip and removed the chocolate. Her body quivered under his touch. Instead of retreating, he took it one step further and leaned in, licking along her bottom lip. He heard the clatter of the spoon on the counter, then her hand grabbed at his thigh.

Green light.

He pressed his lips against hers, gently, enjoying the sound of her tiny whimpers. Her fingers flexed on his thigh and her free hand threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Wait,” she whispered. “We didn’t finish dessert.”

“I’m having my dessert right now.” He gripped her biceps and stood over her, pushing her against the edge of the bar. “Besides, I like to play with my food.”

They locked eyes for a moment. Sterling gave him a slight nod, granting him permission, letting him know she wanted this, too. Victory.

Jack grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head. She lifted her arms and it came off in one fluid motion, dropping behind her. She wore the same white lace bra she’d worn earlier that week. But it didn’t last long on her body. He unclasped it and let it slide down her arms.

When she leaned back, gripping the edge of the bar for balance, he cupped her round breasts. Bending forward, he took one rigid peak into his mouth and suckled before moving back up to her mouth. He nipped her bottom lip, then proceeded down the opposite side of her body to the next pebble, lavishing it with attention. Just when he intended to move to her other breast her finger blocked the way, a thick dollop of chocolate mousse on the tip.