Janelle Denison - Sinfully Sweet

But there was one possible hitch in his great idea. What if Carlie told him to get lost?

Except for that unmistakable ogle this morning, she’d never given him any indication she found him attractive. But there’d definitely been interest in her eyes today.

Hadn’t there?

He blew out a frustrated breath and dragged a hand through his hair. Maybe not. Maybe he’d read her all wrong. Maybe she’d just had something in her eye. Who the hell knew? Figuring out women was like navigating a mine field wearing a blindfold. According to Nina, Daniel couldn’t have traveled through the mine field with a map, a guide, and a GPS system to show him the way-an assessment he totally didn’t agree with, by the way. Like most men, he might suffer from bouts of confusion where women were concerned, but he wasn’t as completely clueless as his ex-girlfriend claimed. Still, why couldn’t women just look like women, but be easy to figure out-like men? Which only brought him back to the question of whether Carlie had really ogled him, or if it had just been a case of wishful thinking. Maybe-

A soft, low moaning sound cut off his thoughts.

“Ooooooh.”

His brows furrowed into a frown. What the hell was that?

“Aaaaahhhh.”

His frown deepened. Whatever it was, it sounded-

“Oooooooh. Yeah. Mmmmmm.

Human.

“Hmmmmmm…ohhhhhh…myyyyyy…”

And female.

“Yeah, ohhhh…that’s incredible…”

And sexually aroused.

“Soooooo good…so, so good…”

But where-? His head whipped around and his gaze zeroed in like a laser beam on the fence separating his and-

“Ohhhh, God…”

Carlie’s backyard.

“That is sooooooo…aaaaaah…good…”

Everything inside him stilled. For about two seconds. Then, whoosh , heat sizzled through him like he’d been struck by lightning, pulsing fire to every nerve. A series of low, guttural, velvety-rough gasps drifted toward him, luring him like a siren’s call. Unable to resist the enticement, he released his shovel and moved toward the sound. That sexy, aroused female sound that had everything male in him on red alert.

His conscience spoke to him, as though in the form of a mini, halo-wearing angel. “Daniel Montgomery, don’t you even think about looking over that fence.”

Another voice, which obviously belonged to a pitch-fork toting horned devil, said, “Are you kidding me? Whatever’s going on over there is definitely a must-see.”

“It’s none of our business,” the angel voice said primly.

Daniel paused and dragged his hands down his face.

“Hey, if we can hear it in our yard, then we have every right to see it, too,” the devil’s voice shot back.

“Ohhhh, God. Ohhh, God…”

Unable to stop himself, Daniel moved toward the fence, feeling like one of those rats being led by the Pied Piper’s seductive music.

“The girl is entitled to her privacy,” the angel whispered.

“Oh, button it, Miss Goody Two-Shoes,” the devil sneered.

Daniel frowned and mentally shrugged off the two combatants and continued walking. One quick peek. Just to make sure she was okay.

“Whoaaaaaaaaa, baby…”

Damn. She sure sounded okay. And since her moans were the only ones he heard, it seemed clear she was alone. ’Cause show him a guy who could elicit those incredible sounds from a woman and still remain silent himself, and he’d show you a guy with no vocal chords. Just listening to her had Daniel aroused and pressing his lips together to contain a groan.

The fence loomed before him, cast in the deepening shadows from the oncoming twilight. Drawing a deep breath, he took the final two steps. Then looked over the top.

And saw her.

She lay on a blue-and-white striped lounge chair, her hair fanned out around her shoulders, her arms raised above her head. Dressed in the same clothes she’d worn earlier today, she stretched sinuously on the cushion as another raspy groan passed her lips-full, pouty lips she then slowly licked in a way that seemed to open a valve in Daniel’s neck, draining all the blood from his brain and redirecting it to his groin.

She rolled onto her side, a position that highlighted her fabulous curves, and examined the contents of a small silver foil box set on the round resin table beside her. After taking a bite from whatever she selected from the box, she eased onto her back, closed her eyes and the throaty, erotic sounds of pleasure started again.

“Ohhhhhh…so good…sooooo good…”

His gaze flicked back to the silver box and recognition hit him, as he had a similar one himself. The box was from Sinfully Sweet.

A deep sigh of utter delight drifted toward him and he found himself gripping the top of the fence, unable to tear his gaze from her. With her body sinuously shifting and those erotic sounds coming from her glistening lips, she inspired more fantasies than his blood-deprived brain could even process. And all this because of chocolate. She was practically orgasmic over chocolate . What the hell would a woman who responded like that to candy be like in bed?

Wild. Uninhibited. Passionate. Insatiable.

Delicious.

No doubt about it, she was certainly a woman a guy would want to give chocolate to every damn day.

God help him, just watching her, just listening to her, hardened him to the point of pain. But damn it, he wasn’t some perverted Peeping Tom. Usually. Time to make his presence known. And he’d do that. As soon as he unswallowed his tongue. An accomplishment that was only achieved with the greatest of efforts.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” he said, his voice sounding as if he’d swallowed a handful of gravel along with his tongue.

She froze mid-wriggle and her eyes popped open. Their gazes met and held and he wondered if she could see the hunger he knew had to be blazing in his eyes. No way he could hide it. And that hunger had nothing to do with chocolate.

She slowly swung her feet to the ground then rose, moving toward him with a hypnotic sway of her hips that did absolutely nothing to relieve the discomfort occurring in the front of his jeans.

“You want what I’m having?” she asked in a smoky voice as she approached.

“Absolutely.”

She paused about three feet from the fence, but in his fantasy-addled mind he still saw her undulating. With the last fading strands of golden sunlight highlighting her hair, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and holding a half-eaten piece of chocolate between her fingers, she looked like the personification of Temptation. “Well, there’re a couple of problems.”

“How fortunate that I’m an expert problem solver. Lay yourself, uh, them on me.”

“Well, first, as you can see, I’ve already taken a bite.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You’re not worried I might have a head cold?”

“Not a bit.”

“Then there’s the issue that I only bought four of these Belgian truffles from Sinfully Sweet, and this is my last piece . And it is exceptionally outstanding.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he teased.

“Oh, it’s fabulous. Any sort of chocolate will give me tingles. But it takes a very special type of chocolate to inspire a chocogasm.”

Daniel’s imagination immediately conjured up a series of steamy images involving him and her and chocolate and orgasms and, holy hell, sweat broke out between his shoulder blades.

“Chocogasm,” he repeated slowly, savoring the word as one would a decadent treat. “That’s very…descriptive. And intriguing. I want to experience one.”

“You’d be crazy not to.”

He nodded his chin toward her half-eaten piece of chocolate. “So how about it? All the problems solved?”