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

Italy and a few other countries.”
    “So you’re from all over. Where do you live now?”
    “Mostly in Alaska, sometimes in France,” he said evasively.
    “How many languages do you speak?”
    “Not as many as I should. English, French and Italian get you around Europe very easily if you don’t go too far into the local dialect variations. There’s also Hyōjungo Japanese, which can get you around most of the Far East, and Swahili, Berber and Yorùbá are a safe bet in Africa. Êtes-vous impressionné? ”
    “Oui, très,” she answered in French without even thinking. Then she smiled and a brief moment of awareness passed between them. They were connecting and it felt comfortable.
    “I like your home. It’s very inviting. I assume the coast isn’t too far away.”
    She nodded. “Actually it’s a few blocks away. This area is built up on a higher level because of storm surges. For some reason it makes it sound as if the waves are just outside the front door. Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
    “Sure.”
    She held her glass and took him to the small, connected dining room, and then to her kitchen. It was, of course, immaculate and filled with every imaginable appliance and cooking convenience, as well as being by far the largest room in the house. There was also a small kitchen nook to the side with a stained-glass bay window, comfortable cushions and a large selection of cookbooks on the surrounding bookshelves. “That’s a nice touch,” he said, “I really like this area. It looks comfortable and cozy.”
    “It’s one of my favorite places.”
    He looked at her. “I bet this is where you create your recipes, right?”
    “Sometimes, but I have another much larger alcove in…” She paused a few seconds, then continued, “My bedroom.”
    “Oh,” he said. The one word seemed to mean a thousand others.
    She continued the tour then, taking him back to the front foyer then up the stairs to the second floor. There was a narrow hallway with three closed doors. She opened the closest one and walked in. He followed. She flipped a switch and soft lighting illuminated her bedroom. She went straight to the center of the room, then turned to him. “And this is my bedroom,” she announced needlessly.
    Nikita watched as he walked around, nodding approvingly. She tried to see the space for the first time as he did. Her bedroom was one huge area that encompassed most of the top level. She’d had a wall knocked out between two of the three bedrooms to increase the size of the master bedroom suite. The room was efficiently divided into a small office area with a desk, cabinets and a lounge chair, and a bedroom area with a queen-size bed. Then there was the alcove area, which as its large size would attest was more like a second sleeping area.
    Chase walked over, sat down in the alcove and looked at her. His smile was pure pleasure. “Come here,” he barely whispered.
    She walked over to stand right in front of him. She leaned down and kissed him tenderly. “Alors, vous voulez à faire amour ce soir?”
    He smiled. “Oui. Sì. Ja. Sim. Nidiyo. Yebo. Hai. Shi. Da.”
    She laughed at his extended answer. “Okay, okay, I get it. I think I can take that for a yes.”
    “Oh, that’s very definitely a yes,” he said.
    “Good.” She set her glass down and took his hand. He stood and followed her as she guided him to the bed and sat him down. She helped him remove his jacket and then loosened and pulled his tie free. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants. His chest was bare and his muscles were tight and well defined. She smiled seeing him. He was magnificent. She touched him and he jerked slightly. “Ticklish?”
    He shook his head. “Aroused.”
    She nodded, then went over to the nightstand, opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom.
    He leaned back and watched her. “Only one?” he queried.
    She turned and smiled, then pulled out one more. He chuckled, got up and walked