Free Spice by Seressia Glass Page B

know?”
    â€œBecause I thought about doing the same thing when I had my shower. I’m glad you didn’t, though. Your orgasms belong to me.”
    She automatically opened her mouth to protest, but what came out was a moan instead of a denial. Somehow, Kane was able to throw that switch in her brain, the switch that made her surrender and say that yes, of course her orgasms belonged to him, especially since he was so good at wringing them out of her.
    â€œI remember,” she told him, her voice less than a whisper. She cleared her throat, spoke louder. “I think I deserve a reward for my restraint.”
    His low laughter made her stomach clench. “Just what sort of reward do you think you deserve?”
    She gripped her phone tightly. “Your orgasms. I want your orgasms to belong to me.”
    Silence on the other end, and she wondered if she’d pushed too far in their sexy game. Then, “Do you, now?”
    Her eyes slid closed as the dangerous softness of his voice sent tingles of awareness shooting through her. “Yes.” She took a deep breath. “Yes, sir.”
    Another lengthy pause. “I’m coming to you, Nadia. I’m going to have you for dessert, then I’m cooking you dinner, and then we’ll enter the
Garden
. Wear something simple so I don’t have to rip it off you. Do you understand?”
    She swallowed a whimper of need. “Yes, sir.”
    â€œExcellent. Now how do you feel about seafood?”
    â€œI see food, I eat it,” she answered. “Everything except oysters. Feel free to surprise me.”
    â€œI think I’m the one who’s surprised. Pleasantly so. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready for me.” He disconnected.
    â€œOh my God.” Nadia released the breath she held as she put down her phone and picked up her hair dryer. Thank goodness she was already leaning against the counter, because her knees were so weak she nearly slid to the floor. As she dried her hair, she could only think of one thing: even if she had all the time in the world, she didn’t think she’d ever be truly ready for Professor Sex.
    She had just enough time to half dry her hair and toss on a caramel-colored microfiber slip dress that barely supported her breasts before the doorbell rang. Barefoot, she raced downstairs and threw open the door to let Kane in. For a moment she could only stand there, staring at him in amazement. Kane was just too good-looking for words. He didn’t have his glasses on, enabling her to easily see the intense glint in his midnight eyes. The black cashmere sweater molded to the definition in his shoulders and arms, but the hem couldn’t conceal the erection straining at the zipper of his pants. His dark hair fell over his forehead like a raven’s wing, making him look downright devilish.
    Finally she found her voice. “Hi.”
    â€œHi, yourself.” His expression heated as he backed her over the threshold and closed the door. She reached for him, his name a thick, needy breath on her lips.
    â€œNot yet,” he said, his voice a bite. “If you touch me right now, as badly as I want you, it’ll be game over and dinner will be ruined.”
    That’s when she noticed he had a canvas shopping bag in one hand and a small leather duffel in the other. She backed away, giving him room to pass her and head to the gourmet kitchen. As she followed him, she wondered if she was the only woman in town who’d mistakenly thought that Kaname Sullivan was a harmless, mild-mannered man. She’d never been more glad to be so wrong.
    â€œWhat are we having?” she asked, hoping to break the sexual tension building inside her. Telling her not to touch him only made her want to caress him all the more.
    â€œI noticed yesterday that you had a grill attachment,” he answered, nodding at her multi-burner stove as he emptied the contents of the grocery bag into the