Sweet Inspiration by Penny Watson Read Free Book Online

allow Nicholas to caress her. Hell, this is better than I imagined. And God knows I imagined it enough. Suddenly desperate to taste her, Nicholas slipped from the sofa to the floor in front of her.
    He opened her legs gently with his hands and rubbed his beard along the smooth skin on her inner thighs. Slowly he kissed a path to her sweet spot and found her ripe and swollen. As he lightly brushed his lips over her sensitive flesh, he felt Lucy tense up.
    "Umm, Nicholas, I'm not sure about this..."
    "Please don't deny me, Lucy Anne. I've been fantasizing about tasting you since the first moment I saw you."
    Lucy looked a bit bewildered. "Are...are you sure? I thought, you know, that guys didn't really like to do that..."
    Nicholas raised an eyebrow at the comment. "I'm not sure what men you have been with in the past, Lucy, but they must have been idiots. There is nothing more delicious in this world than the taste of a beautiful woman, and that is exactly what you are." He ran his tongue along her cleft and Lucy shuddered. "Sweet as honey. Just lie back and relax."
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    With the single-mindedness of a man possessed he devoured her with his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Her apprehension soon dissipated, and was replaced with enthusiastic moans and whimpers. She was as rich and decadent as a Parisian pastry, her skin soft and sensitive and creamy. Nicholas glanced up at her face and found her drowsy eyes watching him, completely enthralled, wild curls falling across her forehead. Dear God, this woman is delicious. He reached up to cup her breasts, and squeezed the swollen nipples at the same time he began to suck on the sensitive nub hidden in her folds.
    Lucy came undone. Her back arched with the intensity of her orgasm, an eruption that seemed to surprise her. Blindly she reached for Nicholas' head between her legs, spearing her fingers in his thick hair. Her hips rocked against his mouth, over and over again, until she was completely spent. Only then did Nicholas release her, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs and brushing his fingers lightly over her breasts.
    He could barely hide a smug grin of male satisfaction, knowing full well that no other man had satiated Lucy in such a way.
    "I had no idea..." Lucy whispered as Nicholas crawled back onto the lumpy sofa and pulled her into his arms. She was clearly struggling to keep her eyes open, but her boneless body had other ideas.
    "Don't fight it, sweetheart. Go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow." As much as Nicholas craved to fill her and find his own satisfaction, he realized that Lucy was exhausted.
    "But I haven't touched you yet. I want to touch you, too..."
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    "It's all right Lucy Anne. Just rest. Visions of sugar plums and all that..."
    Even as the luscious little chef fell asleep in his arms, leaving him still erect, fully dressed, and more than a little uncomfortable, he was content. For some reason that eluded him, a night spent working in a chaotic kitchen with a somewhat unorthodox chef, and giving, but not receiving sexual favors, had turned into the best night of his life. He tugged the fleece blanket over both of their bodies as Lucy fell asleep snuggled within the cradle of his arms. One thing was for certain. No matter what the complications, he was determined to see Lucy again.
    And there would be complications, no doubt about it.
    Lucy awoke next to a large, hot, very male body. Never in her life had she imagined a night as decadent as the previous evening. Nicholas Klaus had seduced her with a saffron-roasted chicken, glasses of champagne, and his magic hands and lips. No one had ever showered her with such thoughtfulness. The meal was astounding; his talent in the kitchen left her speechless.
    He was also a generous and selfless lover. She was amazed that he seemed fascinated with her body, even her tiny breasts. And it felt so sexy to sleep naked in his arms when he was