One Lucky Hero by Codi Gary Page B

it’s got vegetables in it!”
    She shut the freezer door with a thud and came back to the couch. This time, she sat down closer, and he adjusted so that the sides of their bodies met and pressed together.
    Her hand cupped the side of his face, and he turned to look into her warm brown eyes.
    â€œJust for future reference, if there is a next time, I like to eat real food. I’ll even include a cooking lesson if you provide me with ingredients.” Her hand dropped, but his cheek still burned from her touch. The only tasty thing he was craving was her mouth. “All contingent on how the first time goes, of course.”
    Dean hoped like hell he wasn’t misreading the invitation in her eyes, but then he stopped thinking as he cupped the back of her neck with his hand.
    â€œSpeaking of firsts . . . ” he murmured.

Chapter Seven
    V IOLET ’ S HEART SLAMMED , sputtered, and vaulted as Dean’s mouth dipped down, covering hers with lips as soft as cotton. She opened under him, and his tongue swept inside, deepening the kiss until her toes actually curled.
    Her hands slid over his back, digging into the muscles before she looped her arms around his neck. Every nerve ending was going haywire as Dean’s hands slipped down her back until he was cupping her ass, squeezing her cheeks as he stood up, lifting her with him. She yipped in surprise against his mouth and pulled away, gazing down at him as his hands supported her, pressing her to his body like he wanted them to fuse together.
    â€œWrap your legs around me.”
    She did so, squeezing him with her thighs. Dean nipped the column of her throat, the graze of his teeth like a shock.
    â€œI want to taste every inch of you.” His deep, rich voice was rough and utterly delicious as it vibrated against her neck.
    â€œOh . . . ” A breathy moan escaped her before his mouth was back over hers. Violet returned his hungry kisses, opening one eye as he started moving. He carried her down the hallway to his bedroom, and she hardly had time to study her surroundings before he set her on the bed.
    â€œLights on or off?”
    Violet stared at him towering above her, his hands gathering the bottom of his T-shirt. He brought it up and over his head, revealing washboard abs and a chest that would put The Rock to shame. Violet forgot what the question was, what she had for breakfast . . . Hell, that body would make any woman forget her own name.
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œOn it is.”
    Dean dropped to his knees in front of her, spread her knees, and slid his hands under the legs of her shorts, pushing the fabric up. Bending his head, he placed his mouth on her inner thigh and sucked hard.
    Violet had never imagined that sucking could be hot. Anytime her past boyfriends had ever tried, she’d been too worried about hickeys or other visible marks. But the quick, intense pressure of Dean’s mouth on such a sensitive place made her back arch and her inner muscles clench. He released her flesh, kissing the spot softly before he sat back with a grin and reached for the button of her shorts.
    It took Dean just a few seconds to slip her shorts down over her hips and thighs, tossing them aside with a flick of his wrist.
    Waiting for his next move, Violet trembled with anticipation. When he crawled between her legs once more, she gripped the bedspread in her hands, staring up at the ceiling as his mouth traveled higher on her thighs. At every pull on her skin, she wanted to beg him to never stop the soft, feathery kisses sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.
    As the heat of Dean’s breath burned her through the cotton of her panties, she started to sit up and tell him he didn’t have to. She had never enjoyed having a guy go down on her and usually just lay there, waiting for him to get bored. But when he hooked her underwear to the side and put his open mouth on her, she stopped breathing. Because his