Just One Taste (Kimani Romance) by Celeste O. Norfleet Page B

are in the dryer.”
    “Thanks.” He walked over to her, took the pen and notebook from her hands and pulled her to stand. Barefoot, she was much shorter. He untied the bowed apron and tossed it on the cushions, then looked down the length of her body. His towel poked out slightly in front as he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her.
    “Mmm,” she moaned between passionate kisses. “Oh, I have something in the oven.”
    “Me, too,” he joked.
    She giggled and pushed away. She went to the oven and pulled out two perfectly baked miniature cakes. The aroma was insane. She set the cake pans on the wired racks then turned and put another two small pans of batter in the oven.
    “When are they coming out?” he rasped seductively.
    “In about thirty to thirty-five minutes,” she said.
    “Perfect.” He took her hand and led her to the front stairs. They climbed the first few steps and just before she got to the lower landing he stopped her. She turned to him. He was a step below. He wrapped his arms around waist and leaned up to kiss her. As the kiss deepened he began unbuttoning the four buttons at the front of her sundress. Her breasts, full, plump and inviting, peeked out. He dropped the next step down with his mouth open and devoured her instantly.
    She held on to his shoulders and arched her back, giving him exactly what he wanted. Kissing, licking and sucking, his mouth was everywhere. She stood weakened by his amorous assault. “I can’t wait. I need you now. Right now.”
    At her words he quickly pulled her dress and his towel away. They stood naked.
    He kissed down the length of her body, then up again stopping at her stomach, waist and hips. He reached behind, caressed and massaged her rear, drawing her closer. “Mmm,” he groaned deep and throaty, “suddenly I think I have an appetite.”
    “Okay, I can cook some eggs, bacon, pancakes and—”
    “Nikita,” he interrupted and looked up at her smiling. “Not that kind of appetite,” he said softly.
    “Oh?” she began as he pulled her to sit down on the step in front of him. “Oh.” She realized exactly what he meant. He spread her legs, putting each on his shoulders, and she lay back on the landing. He lifted her rear off the step and with tender, relentless greed, licking and savoring, he ate his fill and more.
    “Oh!” Nikita climaxed hard with an orgasm that was damn near blinding. Waves of rapturous spasms rippled through her. “Oh…”
    He ripped the condom open and barely fitted himself before he entered her in one smooth fluid motion. They never made it upstairs to the bed.
    * * *
    Hours later Chase sat watching as Nikita picked herbs from her large backyard garden. Earlier, after making love on the steps, they had eaten breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and iced the tiny cakes. Then they walked around the extensive perimeter of her property. Now with a wicker basket over her arm and dressed in another floor-length sundress, this one more fitted to her body, Nikita walked down another makeshift aisle.
    Each section was squared off with long wooden planks resembling open boxes—some with covered netting and some without. Like a playful butterfly she picked and chose her targets with selective ingenuity—first touching, smelling and examining and either passing them by or picking and storing them in her basket. Chase decided that he could watch her playful ritual all day.
    But he was no fool. He knew Nikita would be upset when she found out what he wanted from her. He also knew she might assume their sleeping together was all part of his ruse to get what he wanted. The thing was he wasn’t sure it wasn’t.
    Truth in fact, she was right. He had intended to get closer to her and find her weakness and exploit it for Titan’s gain. But unlike Daniel, he didn’t want to come into Key West and start taking over. He needed the community and the prominent Coles family as allies if Titan was going to stay. Nikita was the key to