Katie cursed her mother again under her breath as she had been doing for the last half hour. She watched the smile spread across that ruggedly handsome face. For the first time, it actually reached the azure depths of his eyes.
"Be good, princess," Chase ordered as he held another bite of the fruit salad between his sweet and sticky fingers.
Damn her mother, did the woman have any idea how intimate it was being fed by someone else? How helpless it made you feel? She exhaled slowly as she realized that of course, Joy did. Most of her meals for the past two weeks had been spoon-fed to her by someone else.
She felt so incredibly selfish then. Was this really too much for her mother to ask? For her to take a long walk on a quiet beach at sunset with a guy that belonged on the cover of a damned erotic romance. To feed him her mother's unique ambrosia and be fed by him, by his own fingers, nonetheless.
It was just so damned intimate; she thought as she opened her mouth and took the bite he offered. His fingers lingered on her lips until she could not resist sucking the juice slowly from them. She was utterly lost in the taste and sensation of sweet oranges, strawberries, and melon sprinkled with coconut, almonds, and cinnamon. Or maybe it was the feel of his fingertips against her tongue.
The low rumble that sounded almost like human thunder woke her from her reverie. "Stop it now, princess, or I am giving you something else to suck on."
Katie blushed and looked down at the bowl. There was only one bite left as she picked it up and scooped the messy contents into her fingers as best she could. Damn, Mom, she thought one more time as she looked up into those baby blues that were filled with mirth and tinged with a touch of passion, perhaps.
"Open wide," she whispered.
Chase chuckled, "That's supposed to be my line, Katie."
"Be good, damn it," she chastised her old friend.
"Oh, baby, we are always good. Damn good, especially when we are bad," his smile was that boyish one that she had loved so much in high school, with just a hint of feral male. It was sexy as hell, maybe the hottest thing she had ever seen. But that was not what she needed to be focusing on as she stared at his lips, bringing her fingers slowly to them.
She got more than a taste of her own medicine as his tongue wrapped about them, suckling softly at her flesh long past the time that the fruit and juices were gone. Katie bit her lower lip and added another curse to her earlier litany as she felt her nipples harden painfully in her bathing suit top.
What would those soft but firm lips feel like wrapped around them right now? One of them anyway. She got the feeling that the other one would be intensely jealous of his attention. She hoped the man was the type of considerate lover that would not play favorites, alternating between her peaks, giving each equal attention.
'Of course, there is another option,' that sly voice whispered in her brain as it reminded her how intense it had felt that night being pressed between them, passed like their football from one brother to the other, always on the edge of confusion as to whose lips, whose hands were doing what to her virgin body.
Katie felt the liquid heat drool into her swimsuit bottoms at the thought. She chuckled as she thought, 'My second chakra is more than open now. Thank you, Mother.' The question was, what was she going to do about it?
Even if she wanted to, the beach was not that deserted. There were still dozens of people milling about the pier, enjoying the spectacular sunset, she reminded herself as she tried to refocus.
Chase grinned as he released her fingers with a final lick just across the tip of the middle one. He took the bowl from her hands, his fingers brushing seductively against hers as he leaned in to whisper. "We aren't finished yet, princess."
For a moment she was so dazed by the taste and feel of this man, the memories and thousands of naughty fantasies that had consumed her for so long that she honestly did not know what he meant. Then he set the bowl down on the blanket next to them and wrapped those strong hands about her waist.
Her first instinct was to fight him as he drew her closer, turning her body so that she faced the pounding waves, cradled in his lap between firm thighs with his cock pressed against her ass. The pounding surf was drowned out by the sound of her heart accelerating.
'Dangerous,' the single word flitted through her brain as his superior strength won this battle. His hands pushed her forward, allowing just enough space for his hands to make slow, sensual circles in her lower back.
"Joy said a massage too, princess. Did you forget?" Chase whispered against the side of her face.
She could smell the sweetness of the cinnamon and coconut on his breath and fill the heat of his words caressing her skin with each syllable. 'You are in so much trouble,' she wanted to scream at that damned voice that sounded just a bit too cocky in her addled brain. Instead, she merely shook her head and closed her eyes. Maybe if she thought about other things, she could make it through the next few minutes with her dignity intact?
But when those strong fingers found the small of her back, just above the dimples of her ass, and buried themselves deep in the tight, tender muscles, Katie almost lost it. A low moan escaped her throat before she could stop it as she arched her back.
That was a big mistake as it forced her hips back to make full contact with the bulge in the front of his jogging pants. 'So much fucking trouble,' that voice screamed in warning, but it was futile as her body began a slow dance of seduction, rubbing against it like a kitten in a pet shop begging you to take it home and make it yours.
Chase's thumbs found the knots just over those dimples on either side and began to move in slow deep circles. She gave up even trying to contain her moans and groans as she felt the tightness begin to loosen just a bit with each stroke.