Free Real Challenge (Atlanta #2) by Kemmie Michaels

for a very deep kiss and rubbed his thumbs along her stomach as he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her breasts push against his chest. He barely had to lean down because those spiked heels held her so tall. He made sure to use plenty of tongue for her.
    When she finally pulled away from his kiss, she was a little breathless. “Ready for dinner?” she managed to say.
    “Starving,” he said with a hot smile.  
    “Have a seat on the couch. I don’t have a table because of the yoga room, so I just usually use my steamer trunk. I’ll be right back.”
    Cassie returned in a moment with two glasses of water and two sets of ebony chopsticks tucked under her arm. She returned to the kitchen and Scott just watched in wonder at the shape of her ass in those jeans. The shoes only added to the appeal. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control himself during dinner.  
    Cassie came back into the living room carrying two plates for dinner. The plates were a funky, curvy-edged triangle shape and burnt orange in color. “I found these at the flea market. I love them because I’ve never seen anything else quite like them.” She sat on the floor beside the trunk; Scott did the same.
    “Thanks. I love stir-fry, by the way, but I really wish you had brought me a fork.”  
    “I thought you loved a challenge,” she said with fake innocence.
    She picked up her first piece of ginger chicken, scooped up a little rice and very arrogantly popped the morsel in her mouth. She stared him down and gestured at his plate. “Top that.”
    He squared his shoulders at her challenge, stared her down straight back, and then dropped his first attempted bite on his lap just before he got the chopsticks to his mouth. Cassie fell back against the couch laughing hysterically. Scott just chuckled and dropped his head in defeat. “Bested by a chick,” he said smiling at her free exuberance. She was still a riot to be around: what you see is what you get. The thought made him relax enough to succeed at his next attempt at a bite of dinner.
    They continued their playful banter about dinner and by the time they were done attempting trick moves with their ebony utensils, their game was aptly named, “Chopstick Challenge”. Cassie had three gold medals and Scott had only scored one.  
    “I give up,” he finally said. “You win, and I find it adorably irritating.”
    “Ha! Lets stick with adorable and leave the irritating part out.”
    “Done,” he said smiling. “Want help clearing up?”
    “Nah, it’s only two plates. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow. No need to waste time on that when I’m ready to experience this ‘shock-and-awe’ you promised. If you throw those kinds of words around, you better be prepared to back them up.”
    She left him grinning as she walked the plates back into the kitchen. He swore she swung her hips a little more this time, and he loved the look of the small dimples at her lower back. Those jeans barely covered her at all. When she returned from the kitchen, he was sitting back up on the couch and he gestured for her to come stand in front of him.  
    He sat up to pull her directly facing him and then in one quick motion, he grabbed her ass fully with both hands and pulled her toward him. His sudden move knocked her off balance and he quickly caught her so she wouldn’t fall backward. She crashed down on him and fell on to her knees, straddling him on the couch. She let out a quick gasp, but he didn’t give her time to come up with one of her sassy comments.  
    He pulled her up by the hips so he had access to her sexy flat stomach and began licking and sucking at the skin along her waist. He teased at the flesh just above her jeans and used his tongue to toy with the piercing at her navel. She held on to his shoulders and pushed herself lightly against him while he kissed along the ribs at the edge of her sweater, causing her to move in response to the tickling sensation from his tongue.  
    He nudged