Free Just One Taste (Kimani Romance) by Celeste O. Norfleet

said, glancing over to him.
    “Curious is good.” She looked away and they lapsed into a brief moment of silence. Chase looked up at the sky. The dark cloudless night hung heavy as the luminous moon shone down. A hot, sultry breeze swelled up around them as they stood side by side looking out into the silent night. It was quiet and serene. The taste of salt air laced his lips and the brackish smell of the ocean wafted gently in the air. He listened to the sound of waves crashing in the near distance. They were obviously close to the water. “It’s nice here. Very still,” he said breaking their easy silence.
    She nodded. “Yes, it is. It’s peaceful. I can usually only come here on the weekends.”
    “This isn’t your home, is it?” he wondered aloud, turning to see her profile. Again, she stole his breath in the deep blue dress and strappy stiletto heels. Her hair was pulled up loosely and secured with a silver clip and she wore tiny diamond-stud earrings, two in each ear lobe along with a single dangle of diamonds. Her eyes were dusted with a glimmer of shadow, and the soft brush of color on her cheeks added to her natural blush. Her lips were gently touched with mauve lipstick, and the faint floral aroma of her delicate fragrance perfumed the air around her.
    “No, it’s not my main residence. I have a condo in the city, sixth floor, great view.” She sighed peacefully and looked up at the millions of stars in the sky. “This is my hideaway. I think everybody needs something like this—a place to go where they can release.”
    With his eyes still hypnotically on her, he moved away from his car to stand right in front. She looked up at him with a seductive smile that nearly burned his insides to cinders. His arousal, which had started the moment he saw her three days before, was complete. Slowly, unhurriedly, he leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly, then he kissed and nibbled along her jaw and down her neck. “Tell me,” he whispered close to her ear, “am I your release, Nikita?”
    She closed her eyes. He was turning the simple act of kissing into a world-record event. Her mind clouded and she floated dizzily on each heart-stopping, knee-weakening, toe-curling nibble. He nuzzled closer still, sending a shock wave of hunger raging through her system. A burning heat flowed inside of her like lava down a mountainside, pooling in a pit of smoldering desire right between her legs. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, nodding absently. “You are tonight,” she whispered.
    “And what about tomorrow?” he questioned, leaning back to tip her chin up to meet his eyes. They stared eye to eye; neither flinched nor looked away. There was something there, something between them that was more than just desire. They both felt it.
    “Tomorrow is a long way away,” she said.
    He leaned close—just inches from her parted lips. His chest brushed against her protruding nipples. She quivered inside. “So all you want is the physical,” he said. She nodded. “Tonight and in the future,” he clarified. She nodded again. “Then I guess we should make the best of what we have right now.”
    He kissed her hard, ravaging her mouth with more passion than she knew existed. It was insatiable. It was too much and not nearly enough. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her close, careful not to lean her back against the car. Intensity matched desire as their heads turned side to side, pressing deeper and deeper, devouring the rush of wanton need. When the kiss finally ended he dropped his mouth to her neck and nibbled gently, contrasting the ravaging kiss. Each tiny kiss made her stomach clench and quiver.
    “You are such a bad idea for me,” she muttered breathlessly.
    He nodded. “Mmm-hmm, you’re right, I am.”
    She bit at her lower lip as his mouth found hers again. The kiss exploded into a fusion of surging anticipation. Wild and unrestrained, they couldn’t get enough. Then all of the