Free My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page B

good I’m not sure I can help myself!”
    Samuel was mopping up the last of his meat sauce with a crust of bread. He glanced up with a smile.
    “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    “Oh, do! It was fantastic. I really want to eat more—but I’ll never be able to move again.”
    Samuel swiped at the last of his sauce, and popped the crust into his mouth, chewing on it. Gallantly, he picked up her plate and, along with his own, carried them through into the kitchen where she heard the water running.
    “Leave the dishes,” she called out. “I’ll do them after we let this meal settle down.”
    In an instant she heard the water shut off. He came back through the door.
    “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse. I just wanted to rinse them before the sauce dries on the plates. Personally, I hate doing dishes.”
    Chloe grinned. “I don’t mind cooking, but I don’t do it too often anymore, living alone. I usually prefer washing up after a really good meal. I just don’t think I’m capable of moving yet.”
    Samuel grinned and sat on the opposite end of the couch. Bending forward, he brought the box of cards over to the edge of the table, so they both could reach into it easily. Chloe made herself comfortable, half turned towards Samuel on the couch.
    “ Sha ll we start, little girl? Now that we’ve both been fed, we can concentrate on other matters rather than our empty bellies.”
    The grin he shot her was huge and sexy. “Ladies first,” he insisted, offering her the box of cards as if it were the Holy Grail, or Pandora’s box of sin and temptation.
    Shooting him a cheeky grin, she smiled brightly. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”
    Being careful to select a green-edged card, she withdrew one at random and eagerly sat back to see how the evening would begin.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Samuel watched with growing lust and uncertainty as Chloe read and then reread her card. She seemed faintly shocked, but he could scent her lust and desire seeping from her very pores.
    She smelled delicious to him. Fresh as the wind, yet with the faintly flowery, feminine scent that was sweet and uniquely hers. Overriding all these scents was the salty tang of her lust and cream.
    He so wanted to spread her legs and taste her. It was a burning in his gut, an ache in his loins, and the fiercest craving he’d ever had, all wrapped up into the one package.
    The pause dragged out until he could feel the pulse beat in his head and echo down in his cock. If she didn’t talk soon he’d go mad, he knew. After an eternity of lustful waiting, she cleared her throat.
    “Uh, I’m not sure we can do this one—do you have shot glasses?”
    Samuel blinked, startled and slightly confused. “Well, yeah. Why?”
    Chloe finally raised her eyes and looked at them. A vortex of emotions swirled therein. He could read lust, excitement and a sparkle of mischief within her dark, deep brown eyes. He felt certain if he stared in their depths long enough he would be able to read her soul.
    Without a single word, but with a mischievous, almost impish grin on her face she bent forward, her legs grazing his own much larger ones, and she handed him the small card she held.
    He must drink a shot from between her breasts .
    That single, oh-so-simple sentence had his cock so hard and long he feared he would come in his pants. Never, in all his life had he come in his pants. The images, the simple words and the erotic pictures they conjured in his head had his cock fit to bursting.
    At this rate he would spew his seed far and wide before even entering Chloe’s lush heat. With an iron will, he pulled his thoughts away from sinking himself balls-deep into Chloe and stood up.
    Silently commending himself for his strength of will, he muttered something vaguely along the lines of, “I’ll get the glasses”, and headed off into the kitchen. He needed the moment to splash cold water on his face and regroup anyway.
    Pulling his jeans away from his engorged cock, he