Free Anything but Vanilla by Madelynne Ellis Page A

dressed it made him want to weep with joy. He didn’t think it had even crossed her mind that a short skirt and a titchy top weren’t exactly the best combo for stumbling about a rock in the English Channel.
    ‘OK, tell me. What did Ric Liddell do to you the first time you met?’
    He loved that she was all business. It saved on the small talk. Zach pasted on his best butter-wouldn’t-melt expression and made an act of coyly nibbling one fingernail. ‘Let’s see. He cooked me dinner, and got me a wee bit tipsy on his excellent malt whisky.’
    ‘Yeah, and then,’ she prompted, edging a little closer to him, not so that they were touching, but close enough to scream intimacy to a casual observer, ‘I got my own whisky T-shirt.’
    Zach pushed back against the rock, relishing the prospect of becoming trapped. He wasn’t a straight-up submissive by any stretch, he just enjoyed the sizzle Kara generated when she got an idea into her head and acted on it. Right now, she was staring at him like she intended to superglue him to the rock and then lick him all over. The prospect was absolutely fine with him. In fact, he’d brought just the thing to really make the experience simmer.
    ‘I’m waiting.’
    Zach shot a glance up at her from beneath his brows. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to make her wait a teeny bit longer still. Matter of fact, he intended to maximise the anticipation. After all, he wasn’t about to share the most staggering story on the planet. In the annals of Liddell Island history, it barely rated as tame. Still, to set the scene, he raised the bottle he’d taken from behind the counter in the Bunker and squeezed a drop of sauce out on to his fingertip. ‘And then … and then, he fed me dessert.’
    Kara frowned. ‘What is that – tomato sauce?’
    ‘Chocolate.’ He sucked off the bead upon his fingertip and squeezed out another. ‘Rich as sin, bitter, melt-on-the-tongue, expensive chocolate sauce.’
    Despite sweeping her tongue over her lower lip in appreciation, Kara continued to eye him dubiously.
    ‘Think about it.’ Zach held out his finger to her, so that she could take the dot of chocolate with her tongue.
    ‘I am.’
    The moment her lips closed over his fingertip, lust gripped Zach hard around the groin. He’d known the moment he set eyes upon her, just from the way she moved upon the dance floor, that she was every bit as much of a sensualist as him. Not that sensualist adequately summed it up. It’d be more accurate to say that she was dirty like him. Up for certain things and acts that nice girls didn’t always consent to. Kara got off on the idea of taboos – hence them flaunting their arses so they could do it standing up against the canal railings, instead of finding a nice secluded spot inside the club, where they wouldn’t have been noticed or remarked upon, or heard.
    The way she sucked his finger brought back the sensations of having her curl her tongue around his cock. He’d never had a girl go down on him in a public place like that before.
    ‘Ask me how he fed it to me,’ he prompted.
    ‘On his dick,’ she blurted.
    Oh yeah, she cottoned on fast, but what really undid him was the way she smacked a hand across her mouth the minute she realised that she’d spoken aloud. Doing came easy to her. Talking about it evidently did not.
    ‘He didn’t, did he?’
    Zach pursed his lips, trying not to allow his smirk to become a full-blown laugh.
    ‘No way. You’re pulling my leg.’
    ‘Babe, I hope I’m pulling all of you, not just your leg. And yes way, he most certainly did. Come on, you’ve met him.’ He waggled an eyebrow at her. ‘Ric put that stuff on like it was a glaze and had me slowly lick it off.’
    ‘Yeah, but how did he know that you’d go for that? How did he know you …’ She paused to choose her words carefully. ‘Know that you swung both ways?’
    Zach took hold of her hand and lifted it up so that he could squeeze a line of chocolate sauce