Bittersweet Chocolate by Emily Wade-Reid

Author:Emily Wade-Reid [Wade-Reid, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult, Mainstream, Interracial, Erotic Romance
ISBN: 9781487402648
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2015-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

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The cooling water jarred her awake.

Okay, what’s up with old-foe reminiscing? First Tommy, now Matthew...as enemies go, Joel has dibs.

Marissa opened her eyes when a sudden draft made her shiver. Startled by a quick, shadowy movement just within her peripheral vision, she scrambled into a sitting position, stifling a scream when Tristan loomed into view. He squatted beside the tub, leaned over, and kissed her.

“How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to set the table for dinner,” he replied. “Everything is ready, when you are.”

“I’ll be just a minute.”

“Need help?” he asked, features remarkably composed, almost angelic, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

She laughed and started to stand. “If you help, dinner will be cold when I get out of this tub.”

“Isn’t that why they invented the microwave?” Grinning wickedly, he stripped off his clothes.

“No, Tris...” Too late, he was stepping into the tub. “The water is getting cold.”

“I know a way to warm it up.” He sank beneath the water and his mouth descended on hers.

Further protests died with his kiss. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. Her hand moved down over taut abs, coming to rest on a full erection, fingertips skimming across the glans before her hand closed around him, sliding down along the shaft.

“Shh-yit...” He grabbed her wrist. “Baby, slow down or I won’t be able to hold out long enough to satisfy you.”

“Oh, you’ll satisfy me. You always do, one way or another.”

“Honey, ease up.” She did, but it didn’t help. “Sorry, can’t wait,” he whispered and dragged her on top of him.

She straddled his body, moving into position, and eased down on his erection. Hands braced on his chest, she leaned forward, and he reclaimed her mouth. Grasping her hips, he tried to control her actions as she rocked back into his thrusts. Breathing harsh, his hold became a death grip and he stiffened. A low, guttural groan escaped him.

“Rissa...”

With quiet restraint, muttering his name, convulsive pleasures rocked her body as his warm pulsing release jetted into her.

Minutes passed before his breathing returned to normal and he stood, assisting her to her feet. “Hungry?”

“Starved.” She reached around him, let out the bath water, and turned on the shower.

After a quick wash, they toweled each other dry. He donned pajama bottoms and robe, while she slipped into her robe. They headed for the kitchen.

She could smell the garlic before entering the room. Moving to the counter, she unloaded food cartons from the bags and put spaghetti and Parmesan chicken on plates. Removing the four-cheese garlic bread from foil wrappers, she added them to the plates, covered both, and placed everything in the microwave.

Tristan retrieved two wineglasses from the cabinet. “What works for you...Merlot or Pinot? I put both in the fridge to chill when I came in.”

“Pinot works for me.”

He uncorked the bottle of wine and set it aside.

They leaned against the counter while waiting for their food to warm, and every so often she glanced his way.

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