“Civilized.”
Cole felt his shoulders tense at the implications she was throwing his way. So, what is she trying to tell me? That she knows I’m not really civilized? Fuck, she is going to kill me.
“Lift your arms, Rachel,” he ordered in a tone that was almost a growl as he released her.
Immediately, she did as she was told, raising her arms above her head, and then she stood there, waiting for him. He gripped the hem of her sweater, peeled it off, and tossed it to the side, leaving her in a tiny black tank top, and from what Cole could tell, a lacy bra.
As she lowered her arms, Cole fingered the strap. “You don’t think I’m civilized, Rachel?”
Her breasts began rising and falling more rapidly, and as he stroked a finger down her right arm, she jumped as the microwave beeped loudly.
He gave her a look that screamed, Well? Answer the question.
She swallowed deeply, and with a slight tremble in her voice, she replied, “I think you can be.”
Cole lowered his head until they were eye-to-eye. “That’s an interesting choice of words. You think I can be…but? That is definitely an answer that is screaming for further explanation. Lift,” he instructed again. Gripping her tank top, he tugged it up and pulled it off of her as well.
Tossing it aside, Cole kept his eyes on hers as he brought his finger down to trace the see-through material cupping the curve of her breast. “So?” he pushed, his voice calm while his cock pounded between his legs. “You think I can be civilized, but—”
Her mouth parted, and her eyes were starting to glaze over in that delicious lust-crazed way. “But I don’t want you to be,” she admitted.
Rachel bit back a whimper as Cole’s fingers pulled the black lace away from her sensitive breasts. As he sat on the bar stool with his long legs spread apart with her standing between them, she felt her pussy tighten and her body moisten at the picture he made. He was so refined in his black pants, shirt, and tie, but he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her into next week, and Rachel couldn’t help the way her body was responding.
When her breasts were free, he cupped her in his palms and lowered his head. Without any teasing at all, he took one of her hard nipples between his lips and sucked. Gripping his head, she pulled him tight to her chest as he repeatedly flicked his tongue over the hard tip.
She groaned loudly, pushing her flesh harder against his lips. “Cole,” she sighed as she spread her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he continued his sensual torment.
She could feel his other hand as it slid up her back, and suddenly, her bra was loose and free. He pulled it from her and threw it behind him. Moving back a little, he reached up with both hands, plumping her breasts up to him like a meal, before he lowered his mouth to the neglected tip. He made sure to keep their eyes connected as he licked the tight, hard flesh. The sexy dark glint in his eyes was just as effective as if his fingers were sliding between her thighs. She felt her panties grow damp from his seductive play.
“Your breasts are fucking perfect, Rachel.” He sat back and pushed them together again. “I want to slide my cock between them.”
Rachel couldn’t help the small gasp that came from her mouth at the image of his hot thick cock pushing between her breasts while that piercing brushed close by her lips with every thrust he would make.
Oh yes, please. Can we do that?
Although she said nothing, her thought must have been stamped across her face because Cole’s talented lips stretched into a taut smirk. She knew his next words would be nothing short of a hot, sensual promise.
“You like that idea. I can tell.” With a clever finger, he flicked her hard nipple. “Some other time. Right now, if I’m not mistaken, you asked to taste.”
Rachel stood motionless as Cole got up off the stool and reached forward to the four buttons on her pants.
As his big hands undid them, he asked her again, “What’s in the microwave, Rachel?”
Blinking once, she was brought back to reality and her original plan. Taking a step back, she asked him nicely, “You’re like a dog with a bone, aren’t you? May I?”
Cole frowned, clearly intrigued, as she stepped away from him. He nodded, and Rachel couldn’t help the grin that hit her lips, knowing what was about to follow. Naked from the waist up, she moved back to the microwave, opened it, and pulled out the container.
When she turned around, she found that Cole had moved, and he was now on her side of the island. In fact, he was standing right behind her. Almost running into him, Rachel squeaked as he looked down into the container.
“What is it?” he questioned like a curious boy.
But this is no boy. Oh no, this is one hundred percent man, and I want to lick him all over.
“It’s my caramel sauce from the special this week.”
She watched his face carefully as his eyebrow winged up. Placing the container on the bench beside her, Rachel dipped her finger into the warm sticky mixture. Bringing it up to his lips, she whispered, “I wanted you to taste it since you are something of a caramel connoisseur.”
As his full lips parted, Rachel pushed her index finger between them, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure of him sucking on her finger. His wet tongue swirled all around her flesh as he reached up and gripped her wrist tightly.
After nibbling her finger and finally sliding it free, he demanded, “More.”
With smug satisfaction, Rachel dipped two fingers into the sauce and brought them back to his mouth. This time, she painted his lips with the thick mixture before pushing her fingers in between his lips.
As his eyes slid closed, she felt his tongue slip between her fingers and glide around them before nipping at the ends. He so erotically cleaned them with his tongue that she found herself reaching down with her free hand to cup her aching sex.
When her fingers were free again, no words were spoken as she loosened his tie just enough to unbutton his shirt. With a flirtatious look from beneath her lashes, Rachel pushed his shirt apart, leaving the tie in place, and then she slid it down his muscular arms, dropping it on the counter. Reaching between them, she unbuckled his belt, and he stood perfectly still and let her. He remained that way as she unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers off his hips.
As her eyes climbed back to meet his, he didn’t smile or frown. He just continued to watch her every move with unflinching focus.
Rachel knew exactly what she wanted as she felt herself inching closer to what she had been imagining ever since this morning. When she had him exactly the way she wanted him, she dipped her fingers into the caramel and gave him a sultry wink before she finally dropped to her knees.
Cole’s head and cock was pounding as he stared down at the vixen at his feet.
Fucking caramel.
This woman never ceased to amaze him, but when she’d whipped out that little surprise, he very nearly raised the white flag in surrender to her brilliance. He was glad he hadn’t though as she knelt down on the kitchen floor and fisted his cock with her sticky palm.
Fuck. Between her at his feet and her small hand around his cock, Cole couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his fucking life.
She coated his shaft in the sweet, syrupy confection, and he couldn’t help but reach over to the small container beside him. As his fingers dipped into the thick amber liquid, he groaned from that erotic feeling alone.
It was wet and warm, and it reminded him of exactly where he wanted his cock to be. Glancing down to Rachel who was silent and kneeling on the floor, he gripped her chin with his clean hand and tilted up her face to him.