Candy Store - Bella Andre Page 0,3
long sleeve jersey dress to bare a small patch of skin between her neck and her collarbone.
Callie was about to burst with wanting him. All he had done was touch her mouth and the tender skin on her neck and she was about to explode into a million pieces. She was shivering, but not with cold. It was a sunny day in the first week of January in frigid upstate New York, but Callie was burning up as if it was August in Barbados.
“Good. Very good,” he said in a low voice, the tips of his fingers still upon her neck.
Callie held her breath waiting for whatever came next.
“I’m going to sprinkle a little salt onto your beautiful skin,” he whispered, shaking out several grains of salt onto her and Callie gasped, painfully, powerfully aware of the throbbing between her legs.
“And then,” he said, in so low of a voice she could barely hear him, “it’s time for the tequila.”
In one smooth motion, he leaned down and sucked at the skin on her shoulder, taking the salt into his mouth. Callie groaned with pleasure as his mouth seared her with its potent heat, and then he pulled his heat away from her and downed the bitter liquid in the shot glass. Callie was so mesmerized by his every move, his every breath, she was so under his spell, that she had forgotten all about the lime between her teeth, so it was in slow motion that he leaned towards her, closer and closer, until they were finally eye to eye. With a tenderness that she could hardly believe he possessed, he placed his mouth over hers, slowly tasted her lips with his tongue, tasting every curve and the corners between her upper and bottom lips, taking his time to brand her once again before he sucked the juice from the lime.
If Callie had known that a lime could be so potent, so blatantly sexual, she would have planted a row of fruit trees in her garden long ago. She would have become a master of lemon tarts and key lime pies. Tobey removed the lime from her mouth with his teeth. Dazed, she watched him pluck it from his mouth and put it in the empty shot glass. Loud clapping for the band playing at the reception brought Callie back to reality.
Had a stranger just licked salt off of her shoulder and then sucked a lime from between her teeth?
But before she had time to fall all the way back to earth, Tobey leaned down and whispered in her ear the two words that were to be her downfall.
“Your turn.”
Callie stood dumbly, unable to make any part of her body work. This gorgeous man actually thought she was going to lick salt from his neck and then suck a lime from his lips?
As if sensing her reservations, he said, “You don’t want to waste your drink, now do you?”
Callie slowly shook her head. “No. It’s just that I,” she stuttered, unsure of what she could possible say to get herself out of this crazy predicament.
What was she doing? She was a nice girl who owned a candy store, for god’s sake.
Not some wanton slut who picked up men at weddings. She sneaked a glance down at his ring finger and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t a husband stealing slut.
As doubts threatened to take her over, she remembered her store and how she was going to lose it. Suddenly, it was all too much for her to deal with.
“Oh, what the hell,” she said. Before she could change her mind, she picked up the slice of lime and shoved it into Tobey’s mouth.
Her quick action must have stunned him and pleased him all at the same time, because his eyes crinkled and he chuckled from around the lime.
Callie narrowed her eyes and looked up at him. He was going to regret laughing at her. She’d show him. She might look like a tiny blonde candy maker, but she could give as good as she got.
At least she hoped she could.
Blocking out any thoughts of where she was and how unseemly their drinking game was during the middle of a wedding reception, Callie focused on the task at hand: to make Tobey want her even more than she wanted him. She was going to set him on fire and then leave him high and dry after she took what she wanted.
Coming up on her tippy-toes, she smiled coyly