Janelle Denison - Sinfully Sweet

She picked up the jar of Sinfully Sweet chocolate body paint, her mind already tumbling with wicked, erotic scenarios. Tied around the lid was a big red bow and two small paint brushes, along with a note card that read Do you dare? in Connor’s handwriting.

For once in her life she didn’t think twice, or analyze her answer-just went with feminine instincts and desires.

Yes, she dared.

AS SOON AS Connor opened the door to his room, a surge of anticipation rippled through Rebecca, and her fingers tightened around the jar of chocolate sauce in her hand. She’d never been one of those women that had seduction down to an art form, but there was something about this man that made her feel wanton and decidedly naughty.

She fingered the tip of the paint brushes and shivered as she imagined the feathery sensation of those soft bristles gliding across her bare skin. “I’m not much of an artist, but if you don’t mind me being an amateur, then I’m more than willing to give it a try.”

The grin that pulled up the corners of his mouth was blatantly sexual, and all male. “I don’t think that chocolate body paint requires you to be a perfectionist. In fact, in my opinion, the messier the better, because the best part is licking everything clean.”

She wasn’t about to argue with that. “Sounds like fun to me.”

“I was hoping you’d feel that way.” Taking her hand, he pulled her inside his room, closed and locked the door, then led the way toward the bedroom.

It appeared that after their conversation earlier at the lake, idle chit-chat wasn’t necessary. They both knew what they wanted-one another-and neither of them cared to waste time with small talk. Not when there was a perfectly good jar of Sinfully Sweet chocolate sauce waiting to be used.

Once they were in his bedroom, Connor turned on the light next to the bed, then stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. Even though he’d been half-naked last night while they’d made out on the couch, Rebecca’s mouth went dry once again as she took in his sculpted body and thought about all the different ways she wanted to paint on him. His chest alone made one heck of an inspiring canvas.

“I get to paint first,” she said, breathlessly.

“You can go first, but I want both our clothes off because they’re just going to get in the way.”

He took the jar and brushes from her hand and set them on the nightstand next to a few foil packets he must have put there in preparation for tonight’s tryst. Then, he started unbuttoning her blouse.

It took the two of them less than a minute to undress down to their underwear, and for the moment Rebecca was grateful for that teeny bit of coverage-on both of them. Without it, she had a feeling that this first time together would be over before they even had the chance to enjoy the paint. She was already shaking from the heated caresses of Connor’s hands skimming along her curves as he’d stripped off her top, bra, and jeans.

Much to her own delight, there was no mistaking how aroused Connor was, either. His solid erection pressed against his snug briefs, long and thick. She licked her lips as she envisioned that part of him covered in delicious chocolate, and heard him groan.

She raised her gaze to his face, stunned by the intensity of his expression. It was a powerful, exhilarating sensation knowing that just one glance and a lick of the lips could inflame him so much. But she understood exactly what he was feeling, because one seductive look from him had the ability to make her melt inside, too.

Anxious to indulge in the shameless fantasies dancing in her head, she pressed her fingertips to his chest and gave him a light push backwards. “Lie down on the bed for me,” she said huskily.

He did as she asked, stretching his long, lean body in the middle of the mattress, and she didn’t hesitate to crawl up onto the bed after him and straddle his hips. She’d never been so bold and presumptuous with a man before, but the heat and desire darkening Connor’s eyes, along with the hard shaft pressing against her bottom, urged her to be as uninhibited as she wanted.

Reaching for the jar of body paint, she opened the lid, and the heady chocolate aroma unfurled a deeper hunger within her. With a provocative smile on her lips she dipped one of the brushes into the sauce and playfully swiped it across his chest, painting squiggly lines here and there before swirling the soft bristled tip around his nipples.

Connor sucked in a deep breath, and his hands clenched her thighs as she continued on, painting along the concave of his belly, and the cute indentation of his navel. When he was sufficiently covered in chocolate sauce, she leaned down and tasted him, using her lips, teeth and long, slow laps of her tongue to savor the sweet, delectable flavor of Connor dipped in rich, smooth chocolate.

“Ummm,” she murmured against his hard stomach. “You taste a hundred times better than those strawberries.”

The only response he could manage was a deep, throaty grunt.

Smiling, she swirled her tongue into his belly button, and nibbled along his lower abdomen until she reached the waistband of his briefs. Wanting them gone, she easily pulled his underwear down his legs and off, then directed her full attention to his jutting erection.

Mesmerized by the sight of that breathtakingly masculine part of him, she dabbed a finger in the chocolate sauce and circled the head of his penis with a light caress that made his sex jerk in surprise. Enjoying his reaction, she scooped up more of the body paint, took him in her chocolate-coated hand, and stroked the entire length of his shaft-once, twice, before lowering her head and taking him in her mouth to finish the job.

Chocolate had never tasted so good, so erotic and tempting. And she couldn’t get enough.

She drew him in deep, reveling in his low, rumbling groan of pleasure and the way he tangled his fingers in her hair. She licked at him leisurely, nibbled gently, and teased him with long, suctioning swirls of her tongue that had his hips rising off the bed and his entire body tensing with the onslaught of a pulsing orgasm.

“Not yet,” he rasped before she could send him over the edge. In an amazingly coordinated movement he reared up, pushed her back onto the mattress, and swung a leg over her hips so that he was now straddling her.

She stared up at him, surprise rendering her speechless.

“It’s my turn to play,” he said with a grin, and picked up the jar of chocolate sauce.

Instead of using one of the brushes, he drenched his fingers with the gooey substance and finger-painted her body. He covered her breasts with his coated hands and rubbed his thumbs over her aching nipples. Continuing downward, he playfully drew a heart on her stomach and added the initials “C” and “R”, and when he reached her panties, he quickly and efficiently removed them so she was as naked as he was.

He knelt between her parted legs and looked his fill of her, his expression a combination of adoration and lust. “I can’t wait to eat you up,” he murmured, and gave her a wolfish smile that made her feel like Little Red Riding Hood.

But first, he painted his wet, sticky fingers up the insides of her thighs, and found a sensitive, ticklish spot along the way that he exploited mercilessly, until she was laughing and writhing and begging him to stop the sensual torment.

Eventually, he did, but then replaced one kind of seduction with another equally provocative pleasure. Starting at her knees, he slowly licked away the chocolate he’d smeared on her skin. He took his own sweet time, making sure that he lapped up every last drop. He grazed her flesh with his teeth and used his warm, soft tongue to clean up the chocolate mess he’d made on the inside of her thighs, until he finally reached that ultra-feminine place he’d yet to taste.