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question. “Oh?”
    He crooked a finger at her with his
free hand and resigned, she followed. What was he up to? She got
her response a minute later when they settled against the small
love-seat.
    “ Lesson two,” he
announced.
    Her gaze traveled to the still-covered
plate. Perhaps she should be a little bit apprehensive about what
lay hidden beneath. “Joe?”
    “ You trusted me yesterday,
so trust me today.”
    Good point. “Fine,” she said, albeit
reluctantly.
    Heat flared in his eyes. “You shied
away from ‘taste’ yesterday, but I think that’s where we should go
next, okay? It’s the next simplest.”
    Taste? There were only so many things
he could want her to put her mouth on. Parts of his anatomy that
she needed to run her tongue, her lips over.
    Her breathing picked up.
Employee, employee , oh hell…
    As with yesterday, she quickly lost
ground to that way of thinking.
    “ There’s always smell,” she
offered. The squeak in her voice might as well have belonged to a
virgin on her wedding night.
    He considered that for a moment.
“True, but taste suits my needs about now.”
    His
needs ? Oh my...
    He glanced toward the plate and then
looked at her again with a grin pushing up his cheeks. “You can
lose that panicked expression. I’m just going to feed you, you
nut.”
    Oh. The breath she’d been holding
escaped in a rush. “Okay.”
    “ Good. Close your eyes.” He
leaned closer. “And keep them closed.”
    Despite every compulsion to giggle
with a cross between relief and disappointment, she did as he
asked. When was the last time she’d allowed a man to pamper her
like this?
    “ Open,” he
commanded.
    Her mouth parted and Joe slipped a
small wedge between her lips. The sweet, tangy taste of apple
exploded through her senses a second later. She crunched down on
the morsel, her stomach offering up a rumble of contentment at
finally being fed. So maybe a single bowl of cereal in twenty-four
hours wasn’t enough to subsist on.
    “ What does it taste
like?”
    “ An apple.”
    He laughed. “No, describe the taste of
apple to me. Act like I’ve never had an apple before.”
    She thought about that as she chewed.
“It’s floral. You can smell it inside your head before you actually
taste it. And when it finally strikes, it’s this sweet and tangy
flavor rolled into one.”
    “ What else?”
    “ The texture is soft on the
surface, but you have to really bite down to get through to the
core. It’s slightly rough, but not like sandpaper. Rough like the
way a piece of construction paper feels.”
    “ Excellent description.
Anything else?”
    Something pressed against her lips and
she opened them. He offered her another bite of the apple and she
took it in for more analysis. It went on like that. Apple, banana,
peanut butter, some stale crackers. She never knew what would come
next, but he refused to let her get away with not describing it to
him, no matter how simplistic. One thing she did notice was the way
his fingers lingered against her lips when he fed her. The more
food she ate, the more decadent she felt. Surprisingly, also more
aroused.
    Minutes passed by quickly and although
guilt for abandoning her painting tried to creep its way in, she
refused to turn her attention toward it. If Joe hadn’t been there
at the right time, she might not have accomplished as much as she
had. Yesterday he’d earned her respect. Today, he deserved her time
without interruption.
    Only her bird-like appetite prevented
her from enjoying their snack for too much longer. About to
proclaim her fullness, she opened her mouth one last time. Her lips
pulled on the long rectangle of cheese she recognized almost
immediately, but when they closed, brushed against a new
texture.
    Joe waited for her, never moving. No
explanation. No apology.
    The moment her lips caressed his, she
realized her lesson in taste had begun.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
    Joe didn’t know how else to
kiss