Just A Little Taste Page 2

  Closing his eyes, he deepened the kiss, reveling in her warmth. They shared a breath, and he let his tongue slide along the seam of her lips. His hands roamed down over the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips before sliding up her bare back to cup her shoulders. She opened for him; in the next moment she pressed herself against him, her breasts crushing against his chest.

  He groaned and tightened his hold. Their tongues collided and tangled, and her fingers threaded through his hair. She tasted like the wine, only sweeter. Warmer. Wetter.

  Reveling in her kiss, her touch, he ran one hand down her spine and felt her shiver against him. He cupped her ass with his palm and pulled her hard against him. His body soaked up the soft feel of her. The way her hips shifted against his erection made him think of an erotic dance. It made him wish they were both naked with an exotic song playing in the background. Something seductive and heady...like Elise.

  A bolt of white-hot electricity jolted through him when she sucked on his tongue. He groaned into her mouth and shoved his hips against hers.

  She pulled back, gasping for air. Brax searched her gaze and found a look of blazing desire that matched what he felt. It served to heat his blood more.

  She leaned in close and rubbed her cheek against his. The tips of her fingers gently scraped along his scalp, giving him chills.

  “I have a secret,” she whispered.

  “I promise to keep it.”

  She laughed, and he loved the sound of it. So light and happy. So genuine.

  “I'm not wearing any panties.” Her voice was husky, seductive, and he felt the impact of her words deep in his gut. His cock was fighting to get out, to dive into her.

  She pulled back and met his eyes. The corner of her delicious mouth was turned up in a way that made him think of his cock sliding in and out of those lips. He grinned down at her. Naughty girl.

  “And I bet no bra either,” he murmured, staring pointedly at the ample cleavage on display.

  “Wouldn't you like to find out.” Such a saucy reply from such a seemingly demure woman. Damn, he was going to come if he wasn't careful.

  “I certainly would.” He wrapped his hands around the back of her shoulders and held her still as his tongue trailed down from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts.

  Elise let her head fall back as his lips trailed over her skin, feathering kisses. Heat spread over her slowly, as if every inch was catching fire. He kneaded her shoulders with his fingers and nipped at the side of her breast. A sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh escaped her lips, and she clutched his head with her hands.

  Slowly he made his way back up to her lips, kissing each corner before plundering her like a treasure chest. His hands flattened down her back, his heat branding her. A moan built in her throat, and she pushed closer. Desire slickened her pussy, and she opened her legs so she could rub against him. A noise overhead made her realize how crazy this was. Fucking a perfect stranger in her father's wine cellar. Anyone could walk in on them. The thought brought a rush she hadn't expected.

  But it wasn't just the idea of being caught.

  Braxton was so perfect.

  So cocky and assured. He definitely knew his way around a woman's body. As if he'd read her mind and wanted to prove her right, his warm hands slid inside the back of her low cut dress and cupped her ass. His strong fingers massaged the flesh. More cream gushed from her core, and she ground her hips against the steely length of his cock.

  Wordlessly he picked her up and turned toward the large oak table in the center of the room. Her backside hit the cold surface, but it did little to cool the heat he'd ignited inside her.

  With a brush of his talented fingers, the straps of her dress slid down her arms.

  His hands closed over her breasts, the thin fabric doing little to camouflage her excitement. She knew by the look in his eyes that her hardened nipples pleased him. Slowly he rubbed his palms over the eager peaks in a circular motion that did funny things to her insides. His eyes grew shuttered, and he tugged the fabric down.

  “Exquisite.” The slow, sure smile he gave her made her stomach flutter. She laid back and let him look his fill. Something about being on display for this man was incredibly exciting. Perhaps it was the anticipation of what he would say or do next. But it was also the thorough way he studied her, as if she was a priceless piece of art in a museum.

  He bent his dark head and flicked her aching nipple with the tip of his tongue. It was an image she'd never forget. His large hands cupped the weight of her breasts, holding them up so he could alternate between them. She arched against him as his lips closed over her nipples, sucking them into the moist heat of his mouth. The flames inside grew hotter with each tender tug of his teeth.

  She felt his hands skim down her legs, gathering the fabric. Suddenly a breeze hit her mound, and a shiver raced over her thighs.

  As he knelt between her legs and blew cool air over her pussy, Elise thought there was a good possibility she might pass out. She'd known the moment she'd laid eyes on him that he was the one who could tempt, torture, and delight her. There was something about his tall, dark, and handsome good looks. Something mysterious in his green eyes.

  He was definitely living up to that silent promise his eyes had made to drive her wild.

  A thick finger probed her slick folds.

  “Wet for me, baby?”

  “Soaked, monsieur.” Warm hands spread her thighs, and she felt the flick of his tongue on her clit. Electricity seemed to sizzle through her veins. She dropped back against the table and cupped her breasts in her hands, all her focus on the cluster of nerves being driven wild between her legs.

  Slowly he licked one lip from top to bottom and then the other. Then he pulled her slick folds apart and speared her with the tip of his tongue.

  “More,” she whimpered, wanting to move closer, to have that tongue all the way inside her.

  “Less?” he teased and pulled back. She lifted her head so she could stare down at him. He had a mischievous glint in his gorgeous green eyes, and she felt another jolt of desire deep inside.

  “More,” she told him again. A smile spread across his handsome face, and his dark head bent between her thighs once again. One long, thick finger slid deep into her core, twisting and turning, driving her crazy with the slow friction.

  He pushed her thighs father apart until she thought she might split in half. His mouth was hot on her pussy, devouring her. Long, slow licks followed by quick, little flicks had her pushing herself into his mouth. A low laugh rumbled out of him, and she was surprised when the vibration turned her on even more.

  She pinched her nipples and pulled them up until a pang of pleasure/pain coursed through her. Slowly she twisted and massaged them before pulling on them again.

  He turned his finger inside her sheath and curled it slightly. She forgot all about her aching breasts. The pressure inside was odd and exciting at the same time. He sucked on her clit and wiggled his finger again.

  An orgasm snuck up on her and swallowed her like a tidal wave. Powerful and stunning, she lost her breath as it claimed her, body and soul. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn't stop the moan that climbed up her throat. Over and over he suckled on the tender nub, drawing out her pleasure.

  When the last wave subsided, she decided she needed to lock Braxton Hughes in the dungeon and keep him forever as her personal sex slave. She'd never come that hard in her life. Or for that long.

  “I rather think you liked that,” he murmured as he kissed his way up her body. When his lips slanted across hers, she could smell her own musk and taste her cream on his lips. His tongue darted between her lips, thrusting against her own. She sucked him into her mouth, loving the taste of him, herself, and the wine all mixed together like an elixir. Her hands raked down his chest until she cupped his cock in her hand. She gave it a hard squeeze as she softened the kiss.

  He thrust against her palm, and she couldn't help but sm
ile. Nipping his bottom lip with her teeth, she pulled back enough to look in his eyes.

  “It's my turn, Mr. Hughes.”

  Chapter Three

  “Is it?” That dark, gravely voice turned her insides to mush. He smiled before kissing her again. All too quickly he straightened, pulling her up with him. The skirt of her dress slid down her legs, and she quickly tugged the bodice back into place. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Leaning against him, she switched their positions. She wasted no time sliding down his zipper or popping open the button on his slacks. He sucked in a breath as she reached for his cock. It was long and hot in her hand. She rubbed her thumb against the tender spot beneath the head, smiling when his hips jerked forward.

  “Just lay back and enjoy yourself, monsieur.” The corners of his handsome mouth turned up, then he did as he was told.

  Carefully she lowered herself to the brick floor and ignored the pain in her knees. She gave him a naughty smile before she licked her way up the length of his shaft. He smelled hot, salty, manly. Wrapping her hands around the base, she pumped up and down and let her lips slide over the tip.

  She teased him with her tongue and then pulled away so she could watch his face. Over and over she slid her hands up and down the length of him. His lips formed an O, and he closed his eyes. Just as he was starting to thrust against her, she sucked him hard into her mouth. A low groan rumbled through the cellar, and she knew he must be dying for release.

  And she wanted to please him just as much as he'd pleased her. Inhaling the salty sent of him, she settled her hands on his rock hard thighs and let him slide deeper into her mouth. When the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, she pulled away, letting her teeth graze gently against his sensitive skin.

  Tremors shook his body, and he fisted a hand in her hair. She didn't care that he was messing up the masterpiece that had taken the salon hours to prepare. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling of his touch, the shudders coursing through him, the pleasure they gave each other.

  She sank down over him, using her tongue and lips to give him a sensual massage. Again she was rewarded with a delicious tremor.

  “That feels so damn good.”

  She glanced up at him and found him watching her with lust-filled eyes.

  “I aim to please,” she told him before licking the underside of his shaft from tip to base. She increased the speed, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.

  “I'm going to come if you keep that up,” he warned her a few minutes later.

  “That's the idea.” She felt positively wicked kneeling in front of him, her thighs wet with the remainder of her own pleasure, his pants wide open, a hard cock in her face. She was through being the prim and proper princess her father wanted her to be. It was all she could do to keep from smiling into the overhead security camera. Instead she closed her mouth over the fine specimen of masculinity and sucked it deep and hard.

  She used her thumb to press against the base of his cock while she increased the suction. Before she knew it, his muscles were tightening up like a guitar string, his hand clenching in her hair. She was completely unprepared for the salty taste that filled her mouth.

  But she swallowed and smiled up at him nevertheless. His handsome face was the picture of passion. She wondered how long it would take him to recover, how soon she could have him inside her.

  A sound drew her attention to the staircase. Footsteps.

  “Company,” Braxton whispered.

  She nodded and stood up quickly. “Come on.” She slipped off her shoes and grabbed the bottle of wine. “There's a secret passage to the winery.”

  “Lead the way.”

  She led him around the corner of the cellar, the brick floor icy and rough against her bare feet. They passed her father’s prize collection and kept going until they got to the heavy metal door. Braxton stepped around her and turned the latch that unlocked it. With studied care, he swung it open and motioned her through.

  Inside, she reached for the light switch she'd found as a child. Dim bulbs flickered on overhead, casting an eerie, golden glow in the dank, cold tunnel.

  She led the way with Braxton hot on her heels. She tried to ignore the dampness and the spider webs that surrounded her and instead concentrate on the sinfully seductive man at her back. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth. She held the bottle of wine to her lips and took an unladylike chug. She felt positively sinful.

  A right turn took them closer to the winery. Her heartbeat was racing through her veins, and she realized she was practically running.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She slowed to a stop and waited for him to catch up. “I'm fine.”

  He slid his hand to the small of her back, his palm warm against her skin. “You're safe.” He leaned in for a kiss. And while it calmed her nerves, it did nothing to slow her pulse.

  He took the bottle then laced his fingers through hers.

  When they finally came to the staircase that would lead them up to the holding room, she was shivering from the cold. A door identical to the one in the wine cellar sat at the top of the stairs. Braxton handed her the wine and opened the door.

  “Come on, baby, I'll warm you up.” He shrugged out of his coat and slipped it over her naked shoulders. The shoes slipped from her fingers and clattered against the old slate floor. The winery was dark, save for the moonlight coming from the front windows. Row after row of oak barrels stacked to the ceiling stood before them like shadowy statues.

  He saw a row of single barrels stacked on their side. “I have an idea.”

  “What's that?” Her voice was husky.

  “Come here and find out,” he said and strode across the cave. He took off his shirt and shoes along the way. When he turned to her, she smiled.

  “I like the way you think.” Before he could touch her, she put the bottle down and shimmied out of the jacket and dress. Gloriously naked, she stood before him.

  He stripped out of his pants and socks. Elise immediately stepped toward him, moaning when her nipples brushed against the hard plain of his chest. Her skin was cool, smooth against his. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his heat would warm her.

  Their lips met and merged. She clung to him when his tongue swept inside her mouth, and together they swayed, touching, tasting, dancing an ancient dance of passion and desire. He was hard again in no time, his cock pressed snuggly against the softness of her belly.

  He pulled away and stared into her eyes. For an instant he felt guilty...for using her to get what he wanted.

  “About that idea...” she said, clearly waiting for him to make his move.

  Gently he pushed her back until she was leaning against the barrel. Her hair fell from its pins into a sexy mess. He got a thrill out of knowing he'd done that to her. And that she liked it.

  “I've never sipped a thirty thousand dollar bottle of wine off of a beautiful woman before.”

  “That sounds so...sexy.”

  “Lean back,” he ordered and picked up the bottle she'd opened. Her skin was taut over her curves, delicious and calling to him. He drizzled the sweet elixir over her stomach. It pooled in her belly button.

  With a grin, he leaned over her, delighting in her gasps, and sipped the wine.

  “I think it adds a special something. I'll never be able to drink from a glass again, sweetheart.”

  She moaned and cupped her breasts. He liked that she played with herself. He liked it a lot.

  Again and again he poured the wine over her pale skin, drinking it. Devouring her with his eyes. Her legs spread shamelessly, and this time when he poured the wine over her, he let it drizzle down through her dark curls and over her pussy.

  She sucked in a breath. He leaned in, licking the wine from her slick folds. Then he followed the path upward with his tongue. He kept going until his mouth closed over her left breast and he swirled his tongue around her nipple.

  “Enough—please.
Braxton....” Her voice held a sense of urgency, and he was more than happy to comply.

  He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. Rolling it on was difficult when Elise was writhing on top of that damn wine barrel. Watching her excited him so much that his hands actually shook. Not a good thing when a steady hand meant being able to break into a safe or not.

  Her lush body called out to him, and he was on her in an instant, driving home with a single, beautiful thrust. Her tight sheath hugging him, every inch of him delighted at the sensation.

  Her head tossed back, her hair a disheveled mess, she wrapped her legs around his hips and made sexy little sounds in the back of her throat.

  To his surprise and delight, the wine barrel put him at the perfect height and her at the perfect angle. He pulled out and sank back into her slowly, over and over. His whole body quivered with the pleasure.

  He kept his slow, methodical rhythm, enjoying himself. Enjoying her.

  “That feels so good,” she moaned.

  Brax had never been with anyone like her. Someone who looked so sweet and innocent on the outside, and yet was so hot and wild on the inside.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  “I aim to please,” he said and thrust into her again. Harder and harder he rode her, his control so close to the edge. With her head back, he couldn't see her eyes. She raised one arm over her head, and her breasts began swaying back and forth.

  Soon he felt her muscles rippling around him as her orgasm took hold. Her body tensed up, and she squeezed his forearms until her fingernails dug in. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. When it was over, her whole body relaxed, and she gave a euphoric sigh.

  He kissed the tender spot between her breasts and murmured, “My turn.”

  A few quick thrusts later and he let go. He came with a rush and shouted to the rooftops, every muscle rippling with the most explosive release he'd ever had. Her sheath milked him dry, and he collapsed on top of her.

  “That was incredible,” she said some time later.