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gentler, sweeter, but he made her no less
hot.
    She pointed at the plate. “Do you
want to try?”
    “Oh yeah.” His words trickled along
her nerve endings as if he were answering a question that didn’t apply to food.
    Picking up the tube, she squeezed a
dollop on her index finger. “Here, taste.”
    His eyes glittered with that
enticing black-sand sparkle. Then he took her hand and guided her finger to his
lips. First he licked, then he sucked the caviar from the end of her finger. A
sharp pang of need shot through her.
    She hadn’t been with anyone since
the divorce. She suddenly realized how much she missed a man’s touch, the
seduction of his tongue, his lips taking hers.
    “Do you like it?” she whispered,
because she couldn’t manage more than that.
    “Yeah, I like it.” He took the tube
from her other hand. She was surprised she hadn’t dropped it. “You should try
it the same way. Hand-feeding adds something to the flavor, I think.”
    He squeezed a line across his palm,
then held out his hand. “Lick if off and tell me what you think.”
    Randi bent her head to his hand.
She’d never done anything like this. Sweet, seductive play. Mick didn’t—she
shoved aside the thought. Mick wasn’t here. David was. And he held his hand out
as if he were offering the world.
    The tang of his skin mingled with
the flavor of caviar. She licked his palm, savored his taste, then licked
again, harder, longer. As if she were devouring something completely different,
completely male. His wrist in her hand, she could feel his pulse beat faster.
    Then she lifted her head to look at
him. “You’re right. It’s much better that way.”
    “My turn again.” He moved aside her
strand of pearls, squeezed a cool dab at the crook of her neck, then put his
mouth to the spot. Her head fell back and her eyelids drifted closed at the
heavenly caress. His clean male scent tantalized her. Beneath her fingertips,
his hair was soft and beckoning. She couldn’t help sliding both hands into it,
holding him close. His tongue and lips stroked and sucked much longer than it
took to lick away the caviar.
    Then he raised his head, captured her
with his hot gaze, and held out the caviar. “Your turn.”
    She thought about his lips, licking
caviar from his mouth, then kissing him until she couldn’t breathe. Or she
could undo the buttons of his shirt and dab it on his nipples. Her hands
trembled as her mind pondered possible scenarios.
    “Do you want me to show you where I
want it?”
    Her eyes automatically dropped to
the bulge in his jeans. Holy Moly.
    He tipped her chin up with his
forefinger. “That’s rushing things. You don’t want it to end too quickly, do
you?”
    “Where then?” She mouthed the word
because her voice seemed to have deserted her.
    He unbuttoned his shirt to his
abdomen, then grabbed both her wrists and fell back with her. She landed with
her elbows on either side of his chest. The springs that still remained were
probably poking his spine.
    Bronzed male skin gleamed at her.
He didn’t have a hairy chest. She didn’t particularly like hairy chests. He
plucked the tube from her fingers and squeezed a line down the center.
    Not his nipples. No private parts.
But an erogenous zone, nonetheless. She wanted to lick caviar off his chest
more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
    “Taste it,” he urged.
    Her lower body sprawled across his
legs, she held his shirt open with her fingers and started at the bottom of the
line of caviar. Right above his belly button. She licked and tasted and
relished. He grew against her abdomen, his body pulsing at her stomach as if he
were a part of her. She made it halfway, sucked his flesh into her mouth, then
nipped lightly.
    He groaned and tunneled his fingers
into her hair, kneading her scalp.
    She slid higher in quest of more
caviar, more flesh, more man. David thrust up against her. When she reached the
last delightful bite, licked his entire chest clean, she