She couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth and she closed her eyes and shuddered as arousal dampened her panties.
The honey had a subtle floral taste that made her think of slow, warm days and making lazy love in the sunshine.
She ran her tongue over the sweet residue on her lower lip, then gasped as Sam stepped closer. She felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach, and whimpered when he gave an involuntary flex of his hips, pressing even closer. “Tell me how Clover tastes,” he growled, and the hair stood up on the back of her neck, sending a frisson of sensation down her spine.
“It’s…sweet,” she stammered. He grasped the curves of her hips in his large hands and bent his head, bringing his lips close to hers. “It’s…delicate. Unlike me.” She gave an awkward laugh, then cringed internally. It wasn’t as if he could have missed the fact that she was a bigger girl. Not for the first time, she found herself wishing she’d inherited her coyote-shifter father’s slender build, as Autumn had.
She was on the verge of struggling out of Sam’s embrace and fleeing in embarrassment, hiding under a rock and never coming out again, when Sam dipped his head to lap at the drizzle of honey on her collarbone. He gave a low, primal moan, and without meaning to she reacted by pressing her body closer to his.
“That’s not what I taste,” he said, kissing his way up her throat. “I’d say it’s delicious…complex…moreish.”
He ran his hands into her curls, and she saw that his eyes had gone feral; almost the same golden color as the honey that still played on her tongue.
He kissed her. Gently at first, then with increasing fervor. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth to him and allowing him to savor the sweetness that still lingered on her lips and tongue. He nipped and suckled, kissing her ravenously, as if he couldn’t get enough of her; couldn’t control his passion for her. She ran her hands up the firm planes of his stomach and chest and he drew back for long enough to pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor. She struggled out of her dress and bra, then he pulled her into his arms again, hitching one of her knees up so that her damp panties were pressed against his erection and the denim of his jeans abraded the insides of her thighs. She gasped and wriggled closer, running her hands over his muscled shoulders and broad back, marveling at his size and strength.
Sam stepped back and, with his hands on her waist, lifted her onto the desk as if she weighed nothing. He parted her knees and stepped between them, but drew back slightly when she leaned forward, oblivious to anything but the desire to have his lips on hers again.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he chided. “We’re on company time. We still have work to do.” He leaned across and there was a quiet clink behind her as he loaded the spoon with the third type of honey.
“This one is something different,” he told her, holding the spoon temptingly in front of her lips. “Fruit honeys and floral honeys – they’re good, but they aren’t exactly groundbreaking. This could be a real social media…sensation.”
Her lips parted and he moved the spoon towards them, but then at the last moment he pulled it away and popped it into his own mouth.
Clover blinked in surprise. “Didn’t you want me to taste it? I can’t write it up if—”
He cut off her words with a kiss. She moaned as sensation exploded over her tongue. The heady sweetness of the honey had been cut by the subtle heat of chili, and it was both delicious and warming. She pushed her tingling tongue against his, caught up in his kiss and the taste of the honey and the scent of the big bear shifter. He growled against her mouth, and hoisted her farther back on the desk so he could plant her feet on the wooden surface and draw her knees apart.
He drew her panties down over her thighs and down her calves, and tossed them aside. He planted a tender kiss on her knee, then on her thigh. She closed her eyes and shuddered, hyper-aware of how exposed her soaked * was to his gaze. She could scent her own arousal, and her heart was thudding in her chest. The taste of honey and chili lingered in her mouth.
Then he parted her * lips and gently tongued her slit, and she thought she was going to lose her mind. The traces of chili on his tongue provided a subtle tingling that, combined with his steady lapping, had her writhing against his mouth.