Free Taste of Candy by Shoshanna Evers Page B

free hand and took an unladylike gulp.
    “Where do you like to be kissed?” he asked softly.
    He kissed the crevice between her thumb and index finger suggestively before releasing her wrist . She pulled it back too quickly, nearly knocking over her wine glass. Dave reached out and caught the glass by the stem.
    “Wow, ” she said, “you’re like a…ninja.”
    Great. You’re like a ninja? Where did she come up with this stuff?
    He laughed . “And you’re just my type.”
    Candy aspirated her wine and started coughing . Dave stood up and came around behind her and thumped her between the shoulder blades.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.
    “I’m fine,” she gasped. “I just really, really, really…”
    “What?”
    “I really didn’t expect you to be interested in me that way.” Hot rock stars didn’t randomly flirt with her. Ever.
    “Are you married or something?”
    “No! No.”
    “Well, aren’t we here to hook up?”
    Candy’s heart pounded at the prospect. “I thought we were here for dinner.”
    Dave shrugged and sat back down in his chair across from her. “Dinner, sure. But I want to go back to my hotel room for dessert. Don’t you?”
    Um, hell yes. But, why her? She grasped at the only logical reason. “So you just have sex with every woman who wins dinner with you?”
    “No, I have sex with women who turn me on . Like you, if you’re up for it.”
    Candy took another sip of the wine to buy time . Who wouldn’t want to hook up with a rock star? And he was so amazingly sexy…but he didn’t know what she was like in bed. According to all three of her ex-boyfriends, she was a prude. A cold, vanilla prude.
    But something about Dave made her feel sexy and exciting…
    “I should tell you something,” she whispered.
    Dave leaned in to hear her, a lock of his dark hair falling into his warm brown eyes.
    “I’ve never been able to reach, um, that point with anyone.”
    Dave frowned . “You’re a virgin?”
    “No . I mean, I’ve never been able to have an orgasm with a man before.”
    “How do you… relieve the tension?”
    Candy lowered her voice even more, so that she could barely be heard above the quiet murmur of the other dining guests . “I’m fine if I’m by myself. Just um…not with anyone else.”
    Dave broke out into a grin . “I’m taking that as a personal challenge. I’m going to make you come tonight.”
    Was this really happening?
    Their food came then, and Candy dove into her filet mignon with relish, enjoying how the meat practically melted in her mouth. “Delicious,” she murmured appreciatively.
    “Not as delicious as you’re going to taste,” Dave said as he put down his steak knife.
    “I really wouldn’t know.”
    “Oh come on, are you telling me no guy has ever gone down on you before?”
    “Well, I’ve never felt comfortable enough to do that, exactly. I get embarrassed.”
    “I just need to get you to the point where you can’t think about anything except what I’m making you feel.”
    Candy squirmed in her seat with barely contained excitement. “How?”
    “I’d really like to tie you up so you can’t get away …and then take my time bringing you to orgasm.”
    Candy got wet at the thought of his mouth on her body, her hands tied above her head. She’d never done anything like that before. “I don’t know…”
    “Why not? It’s just one night . One night to forget everything you thought you knew about yourself sexually, and just let go.”
    “A ll right.” Candy’s hand flew up and covered her lips as if it had a mind of its own. She couldn’t believe she had actually agreed to sleep with the lead singer of TopShelf. But he was right—it was just a one night stand.
    Why not? What did she have to lose?
    If she allowed herself to have a fling, then she wouldn’t let herself feel hurt when it ended, because she’d already be expecting it to end. He was a rock star, so she’d just have to