Perfect for You

irresistible than anything he had ever sampled.
    She sighed. "Maybe I could grow to love chocolate."
    "I'm willing to help you expand your horizons," he murmured against her neck. He lifted his head and nipped her lower lip, which was enticingly swollen from their kisses. "Your lips are somewhere near the top of my list of favorite things about you."
    "Just somewhere near the top?"
    "Right behind your laugh, your wit, and your anklet."
    She pulled back from him, grinning. "My anklet? Do you have some sort of fetish I should know about?"
    "I never did before, but I think I'm quickly developing one."
    Her laugh was cut off when he kissed her. Needing to feel her closer, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist. He groaned as she wiggled against him. Her arms reached around, and the feel of her hands in his hair and on his skin was delectable.
    She pulled his head back by his hair so her lips were just out of reach. With darkly glowing orange eyes, she said, "I want more cake."
    "You know what?" He speared his fingers into her hair. "I have just what you need."

 
Chapter Twenty
     
     
    Greg reached for the dessert plate and offered it to her.
    Without taking her eyes from his, she unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his slacks. Then she scooped a bit of cake and spread it from his neck down to his chest.
    Groaning, he threw his head back and tightened his grip on her. His blood roared through him as her hands touched him, as her teeth nibbled the cake from his skin. He rocked his pelvis into her, needing relief from the building pressure. "Freya, you're killing me."
    "You'll die happy," she promised, licking frosting from him.
    "You know what would make me happy?" Without waiting for a reply, he reached up and unclasped the hooks at her neck. The dress slid down her chest to her waist, leaving her torso completely nude.
    She sat up, surprise written on her face. "You figured that out quickly."
    "I'm very educated." He just stared at her, taking her in. Her graceful neck gave way to sculpted shoulders and slim elegant arms. Her skin was pale, smooth, and silky. Her breasts were small but round and high.
    Her nipples caused his mouth to go dry.
    He'd entertained many fantasies about them since he'd met her. They were always tauntingly prominent through her clothes.
    Reality was more arousing than anything he had dreamed.
    They'd taste sweet to his tongue.
    Looking up into her eyes so he could gauge her reaction, he ran a finger over one.
    Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, she let out a shuddery breath as her head fell back. "Greg."
    He wrapped his arms around her and lapped at her breast, touching it so softly with his tongue to drive her crazy.
    Her hands pulling his head closer, she fed herself to him with more force. She cried out incoherently as he feasted on the tip. To his ears it sounded desperate, which was exactly how he wanted her.
    He plied her other breast with the same treatment until she was writhing on his lap. Knowing they both needed more, he stood up, holding on to her until her legs supported her. Her dress pooled at their feet, and as his gaze swept down her body he couldn't help growling in hunger at the perfect sight of her standing there in nothing but silvery shoes.
    She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Yes," she whispered, digging her hands into his biceps before running them down his chest, stopping at the waist of his pants and lightly rubbing her fingers back and forth across his abdomen.
    He groaned. Then he reached beyond her and shoved aside all the plates on the table.
    She laughed as the china crashes to the floor. "I don't think our maitre d' is going to be pleas— Greg ."
    He lifted her, set her on the cleared table top, and dragged his tongue from one nipple to the other. He lowered his head, down to nip the skin around her belly button. "It's not the maitre d' I'm worried about pleasing," he murmured against her stomach.
    "Then I don't think you have much to worry about." She exhaled a low moan as he placed open-mouthed kisses along the edge of her hipbone.
    "You're not wearing panties."
    "You're so observant," she said with a breathless laugh.
    He enveloped her ass with his hands and lifted her up to his mouth. He wanted to plunge into her—his body strained with the effort to keep under control. "The first time we make love, I'm going to take my time. It's going to be frenzied, explosive, and shattering, but it's going to take forever. I'm going