Devour Me (Master Chefs Series #1) by Kailin Gow Read Free Book Online

to touch her again, he reached for the faucet and cooled
the water.
    When
his body had thoroughly chilled, he shut the water and patted himself dry.  As
he returned to his room to dress, he debated whether to dress like the
professional he was or to entice Taryn with something more alluring; snug but
casual sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
    Enticement
won.
    He
looked at his nude torso and imagined her lips on his skin, her tongue licking
every ridge of his stomach and while heading down to take him into her mouth.
His penis hardened thinking how she would first suck shyly and then hard,
vigorously, running her teeth over his sensitive tip. “God, I want you bad,” he
groaned as he pulled a tight white t-shirt over his head. “I’ve waited long
enough.”
    “Perfect
timing,” Taryn exclaimed as he entered the dining room.
    The
table was beautifully set. The silver candelabra his grandmother had given him;
the one he had never used, now sat in the center of the table with three long
tapered candles that glowed with romantic promise. His finest china was laid
out, as was his flatware.
    “If
your meal is as good as this table looks, I think I’m going to enjoy having you
in my home even more.” He narrowed his eyes appreciatively at her blushing
cheeks and flushed chest.
    “I
was afraid you might not take too well to my cooking my own dishes.”  She sat
down facing him then looked down at herself.  “Oh, I forgot to change.  This is
such an elegant meal, I can’t just…”
    “You
look perfect.  I like this laid back look.”
    “Well,
in that case.”  She raised her glass.  “ Bon appetit .”
    “ Bon
appetit .”
    Taryn
looked apprehensively at him as he sliced through the lamb and took his first
might.
    “The
verdict?” she said when he remained silent.
    He
cocked an impressed brow.  “Interesting.  Is that cumin I taste?”
    “It
is.”
    “And
a hint of… what is that?”  He took another bite.  “Cinnamon?”
    “Could
be,” she said with a pleased and teasing grin.
    “It’s
not something I would have ever thought to try, but… it works. 
Congratulations.”
    “I’m
happy you like it.”
    Throughout
dinner, they spoke of the upcoming classes and the cookbook that she’d be
working on.  While he managed to speak clearly enough about his culinary
intentions, his mind was far from the kitchen.  Repeatedly, his gaze dipped
into the valley of her breasts and he was mesmerized by the thought of seeing
her completely nude, feeling her soft heated skin against his, her wet folds
touching his hardness like a kiss. She’d be as sweet as she looked, but with a
touch of spice that seemed to heat up every part of his body. The combination
of innocent and sexy was intoxicating to him, especially the hint of defiance
in her eyes. He wasn’t sure if she despised him, but was humoring him to get
ahead. Whatever it was, he wanted to possess her, own her, make her his. His
erection harden just thinking about having her naked in his bed, while his
mouth worked on her most delicious core. Errol’s face darkened with desire as
he stared heatedly at her. He would be damned if he didn’t fuck her tonight.
    When
she picked up a bone and ravenously sucked on the tip, he nearly dropped his
glass of wine.  Her lips, perfectly puckered, perfectly sensuous, perfectly set
to take him in and… Oh, how delicious it would be.
    As
wonderful as the meal was, he set his fork down and leaned back with his glass
of wine and watched her. One by one, she took each of the four bones on her
plate and cleaned them off, picking daintily at the remaining meat with her
long slender fingers before sucking the juices off.
    He
tried to catch her gaze.  Did she have any idea the effect she had on him?  For
all appearances, she seemed oblivious.  Her appetite was reserved to the food
on her plate and not the hungry man sitting in front of her.
    She
set her fork down and looked at him.  “Without wanting to sound