Free Wet: Whispering Cove, Book 2 by Cathryn Fox

Maybe to get me all alone so you can have your way with me,” he teased.
    The tip of her finger pressed into his chest and she poked him. “How do I know you’re not the one sta rrr ting them?” she asked rolling her Rs.
    Trent laughed. “Well someone is starting them. If not you, and not me, then who?”
    “My guess is either the teens are really antsy this summer or someone is trying to drive us together.”
    “Either way, we should go inside and call Brody.”
    When Katy nodded, he slipped his arm around her waist and followed her back along the gravel pathway. He turned off the hose on the way. Inside, the warm scent of melting chocolate hit him hard and just thinking about drizzling that sweet syrup over her naked flesh and licking it off had saliva pooling on his tongue. Lust exploded inside him as he envisioned himself spreading her legs, covering her in chocolate and spending the rest of the night feasting on her.
    He cleared his throat, adjusted his pants, and glanced around, trying to take his mind off his erection and doubting it possible. He’d been in the back kitchen before, of course, had done the fire safety inspection himself just a few months back.
    Katy gestured toward the stove. “Would you mind giving that a stir for me? I don’t want it to burn.”
    His gaze tracked her as she went for the phone, and his body registered every sexy detail of her curvy backside. As she punched in the numbers, he turned and looked at the sauce warming in the double boiler over the stainless steel range and tried not to think about all the delicious ways he’d like to use it.
    Taming his desire, he turned the burner off, gave the sauce a quick stir, then stepped around the long counter positioned in the middle of the room. Bracing his hands on the ledge, he looked out through the service slot and into the restaurant. The lights were off and the place was quiet. The restaurant was locked up for the night which meant they were all alone. While Katy talked to the sheriff’s office, he walked back to the counter and examined the ingredients and the recipes spread out over her workstation.
    As he looked things over, what he noticed first was the rich, sophisticated menu, one normally found at a fine seafood restaurant. What it wasn’t, was something the tourists expected or the Seafarer’s regular customers were accustomed to. Since the townsfolk weren’t too big on change, he was pretty certain her menu wasn’t going to be a hit, but he sure loved how hard she was trying.
    He was about to talk to her about it, but when she hung up the phone, drew all the curtains, and moved toward the stove to stir her chocolate, the sight of her tight ass shut down his brain and he decided talking was meant for later. Right then, as she stood with her back to him, her jeans hugging her curves and making her look good enough to eat, he decided to do just that.
    “The sheriff said he’d look into it,” she tossed over her shoulder, then dipped her finger into the chocolate to test it.
    When she removed the chocolate from the heat, Trent stepped up behind her, gripped her hips and pushed his cock against her ass.
    She gasped in mock surprise, but then she wiggled. The movement was slight but he noticed it. Katy wanted to play every bit as much as he did and he suspected she’d drawn the curtains and turned her attention to the chocolate sauce for her own naughty reasons.
    “I think there is something we should look into too.”
    “Oh, and what’s that?” Katy asked as she went up on her toes to reach the bag of sugar in the cupboard above the stove. Her hot, sexy ass rubbed his cock, so achingly familiar, so achingly erotic, he damn near exploded.
    “Jesus, Katy,” he murmured, dying to be inside her. Everywhere.
    She spun around, her eyes wide, warm chocolate staining her lips. Sexual energy leapt between them and nearly ignited the kitchen. “Trent, are you okay? You sound like you’re in pain.”
    He grinned, licked