Free Make Me Scream by P.J. Mellor Page A

guy, to be worried about hurting a dog’s feelings.
    “I totally understand. It’s just that I’m allergic to most dogs….”
    “From what I’ve been told, Pomeranians are hypoallergenic. Killer shouldn’t bother you.”
    “You know, come to think of it, I had a reaction the first day, but I seem to be okay now.”
    “I bet it was Petunia, Francyne’s dog, not Killer, that was getting to you.” Noting her empty plate, he rose, clearing the dishes. “Save room for dessert?”
    “Absolutely. Do you need some help?”
    “Nope. All under control,” he called from the kitchen.
    He returned to set a piece of chocolate sin, if she ever saw it, in front of her. Topped with a satiny dollop of whipped cream that was sectioned by drizzles of hot fudge cascading to be soaked up by the dark chocolate cake, the scent alone probably caused weight gain.
    “This looks positively decadent,” she said once he’d sat down and picked up his fork. She took a tentative bite and had to force back a moan as the moist cake melted in her mouth, the combination of rich whipped cream and warm, smooth fudge topping sliding down her throat with the smoothness of an experienced lover’s caress.
    The taste was so purely seductive, an image of him painting her body with the dessert and licking it all off flashed through her mind. Her nipples hardened to needy peaks. She swallowed and pushed away from the table.
    “That was delicious. Here, let me clean up, since you cooked.”
    He leaped to his feet. “No, not necessary. You’re my guest, after all. I can take care of them later. Would you like a cup of coffee? I have some made.”
    “That would be great, thank you.”
    “Have a seat. Let me feed the beast and I’ll bring it right out.”
    She wandered over to the bookshelf and took in the vast array of books. Her host certainly had eclectic taste in reading material.
    She trailed her hand along the sofa table, only somewhat surprised to find it dust free.
    The plaid sofa was old, but the burgundy, navy and green colors were still vivid. The cushions gave to hold her in a comfy hug. It wasn’t hard to imagine snuggling up on the couch to read or watch a movie.
    “Here you go. I hope you like flavored coffee. This is from the shop down the beach. Amaretto toffee.” He handed her a mug and grinned. “I added the whipped cream.”
    The smooth sweetness of the coffee warmed her mouth and throat. “Mmm,” she said, licking away her whipped-cream mustache. “This is so good! You’re going to make me fat.”
    The way his gaze swept her body caused a wave of heat to follow.
    “I doubt that,” he said, his voice low and intimate.
    She resisted the urge to scoot over when he sat down as close to her as possible without sitting in her lap. Should she move? Ignore the tingling where their hips touched? Rip his clothes off and jump his bones?
    Heat streaked up her chest and neck to settle in her cheeks. The tops of her ears felt as if they might burst into flames. She’d never considered herself a sexual being. Never really been all that interested in sex, to be honest. Yet, since moving into her apartment, she’d been able to think of almost nothing else. Maybe she was becoming a latent sex fiend.
    Devon kicked at something, and she looked down. “What’s that? A doggy toy?”
    Now his cheeks colored. “No. Besides writing novels, I write catalog copy. For sex-toy companies, remember? The manufacturer sends samples, and I sort of, um, test the stuff and then write the descriptions.”
    She picked up a handful of condoms from the candy dish next to the lamp. “Right. I forgot.”
    He nodded.
    “What did you kick under the couch?”
    In reply, he reached down and brought up a bright red dildo. “This model is called Red Hot and Ready. It not only vibrates, it glows in the dark and has a warming feature.”
    “Wow. Warming? How do you turn it on?”
    He reached around her and turned off the light, his arm brushing her already