Page 27 of Take the Bait
His lips crushed against hers in a heartbeat, and she was lost again. In him—in the way his hands gripped her waist as if she was the life vest he needed to hold onto, in the way his mouth consumed hers as if he were a starving man, in the way his arms felt underneath her tentative fingertips. She whimpered as he nipped her lip, spurring him to kiss her harder.
Yes, God, YES.
She’d gotten herself off to the memory of yesterday’s kiss as soon as she got home last night and had hoped—dreamed—about what another kiss with Tucker would feel like.
The answer?
Even better than she remembered.
His hands were calloused and strong from cooking, and the way his fingertips dug into her hips as he devoured her was spellbinding.
His hands wandered to her ass, where he squeezed her gently before dropping to the backs of her thighs. Tucker lifted her upand seated her on the kitchen island, her legs wrapping around his middle as if by instinct.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he rasped against her lips, his mouth trailing down to her chin, her neck, her ear. “Good enough to eat.”
“Ohmigod,pleasefind out.”
His hand drifted down until it hovered over her sex. Even through the layers of her jeans and panties, her core heated as his fingers rubbed against her. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she cried out. She hadn’t been touched like this in… years? Ever? Nobody had ever made her feel so desirable. Soedible.
Probably because nobody hadeaten herbefore.
Sure, she’d had some hookups, and she was certainly no virgin.
But a man’s tongue on her pussy? That had never happened before. And with Tucker, she desperately wanted to.
She whimpered as he drew his hand away.
“I plan to,” he whispered against her lips. “My taste tests are… meticulous.”
“I can handle that,” she said breathily, grinding against air, seeking for the friction her body so desperately desired.
“We’ll see about that,” Tucker said, pulling away and heading around the island, back to where he’d organized all his groceries and cooking supplies.
“But—wha—wait…” Hanna spluttered. “I thought you were going to… taste test me?”
Her cheeks flamed, but she felt the ache of emptiness where he was just moments ago.
“Like I said, I plan to,” Tucker said. “But first, I need to see how good a student you are.”
Why did the prospect of needing toearnsex make her insides go molten?
“But… I’m a terrible cook.” Hanna bit her lip, hoping there were other things she could do to earn what she so desperately sought.
“But I’m not. And I’m sure you’ll leave me… satisfied.”
She gulped, jumping down from the countertop where he’d left her, then crossed her knees to try and assuage the need that was coursing through her.
“Tell me what to do.”
Tucker wanted to taste her.
Rigorously.
Attentively.
Scrupulously.
But they needed their energy for that. And he wanted to show her that she could cook one thing. She didn’t need to be a sous-chef, by any means, but Tucker got the feeling Hanna needed a bit of self-confidence. And in his experience, learning to cook had a way of making people feel a little bit unstoppable.