Sinful Chocolate (12 page)

I
t had been so long since Gisella had tried to seduce a man that she worried whether she even remembered how. Luckily, she had a secret weapon. Once she'd received her grandmother's recipe box, she immediately left the shop in search of the foreign ingredients for
Amour Chocolat
. Of course, once she told the women at the shop the urban legend surrounding the recipe they'd all clamored for a piece of the action.

“A date-rape cake,”
Fantasy Charlie said. He shook his head.
“It's a sad day in Gotham.”

“Stop it.” Gisella frowned, carefully setting the night's dessert down on the kitchen counter. “It's not a date-rape cake…it's date-
enhancer
cake,” she corrected.

“You say tomato.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” she said.

“I'm starting to think that you're getting sick of me.”

“No offense. But I'm ready for the real thing.” She smiled and winked.

Like a tornado, Gisella hit the kitchen and prepared her favorite roasted herb chicken, steamed some vegetables and made sure that she had plenty of red wine. Since it was her first time cooking a home-cooked meal for Charlie, she wanted everything to be perfect.

After a record-breaking shower, a rush through some hot curlers and tossing on a simple black dress, the doorbell rang.

“Showtime.”
Fantasy Charlie's voice floated around in her head.

Sasha meowed from the corner of the bed.

“Wish me luck, girl.” Gisella raced to the door. “Good evening.”

Charlie, holding yet another single red rose, took his time allowing his gaze to roam over her body. “As usual, you look lovely,” he praised.

“And you look equally debonair,” she returned, accepting the rose. Gisella inhaled its fragrance and then turned to add it to the near two dozen, in different stages of bloom, sitting in a vase in the entryway.

“It smells wonderful in here,” Charlie said.

“I hope you brought a hearty appetite.” She closed the door behind him. “I plan on giving your taste buds a night they'll never forget.”

“Be still my heart. You're talking the language of love now.” Without warning, his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her pliant body toward him.

When he pressed his pillow-soft lips against hers, Gisella emitted a submissive whimper. She loved how easily he dominated her body or how with a flick of his tongue she was reduced to putty in his hands.

“I missed you,” he panted when he pulled away.

“It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since our last date,” she said breathlessly.

“It still felt like a lifetime.”

Gisella knew exactly what he meant. Her body seemed to count the seconds from their last touch. “Did you remember the movie?”

He held up a video box. “Your favorite.
Mahogany.
”

“Good boy. I just might keep you around.”

Smiling into each other's eyes, they held each other a little while longer and swayed to the music inside their heads. In what was becoming the norm, Charlie pulled away when the outline of his erection pressed against her belly. She didn't understand why he continued to resist his attraction toward her.

“Now let's see if you can back up all that trash talk about being able to beat my momma's cooking.”

“Oh, I can back it up. I just hope you brought my ring.”

Charlie laughed as she led him by the hand toward the dining room. “Can I help you with anything?”

“You can light the candles and pour the wine,” she said before heading off toward the kitchen.

Minutes later, Gisella set their dinner plates on the table. “
Bon appetit.
”

Charlie closed his eyes and dramatically inhaled the food's rich aroma. “Damn, woman. You already have my mouth watering.” Before digging in, Charlie stood and pulled back her chair.

“Ah, a true gentleman.” She sat down.

“I gotta take care of the cook.” He brushed a kiss against her cheek and then returned to his seat. “I really appreciate you wanting to cook for me.”

“It was my pleasure, and I fully expect for you to return the favor in the near future.”

He laughed. “I don't know my way around the kitchen too much, but I can work a mean grill.”

“Then barbeque it is.”

Charlie took her hand and recited the Lord's prayer. Afterward, he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. Ready to dig in.

Anxious, Gisella watched. She wouldn't admit in a million years that she was actually nervous for his critique. As if sensing her anxiety, Charlie took his time cutting, inspecting and even smelling it again.

Gisella finally smacked him on the hand. “Stop it. You're killing me.”

Laughing, Charlie took his first bite. Instantly, his eyes closed while he released a long moan of pleasure.

Gisella smiled as her chest puffed with pride.

“Oh, woman. You put your foot in this,” he praised.

The smile melted off her face. “I did not!”

Charlie's eyes sprang opened before he rocked back in his chair laughing. “That's a Southern saying. It just means you put your best foot forward. You know. You gave it all you got.”

“Oh.” She fluttered a hand across her chest in great relief.

Charlie cut bigger and bigger pieces of his chicken and then moaned louder and louder. The biggest compliment came when he blinked his big hazel eyes at her and asked for seconds. “I have to be honest. I didn't think you had it in you, but I'm going to have to give it to you. You can give Momma a run for her money.”

“Thank you,” she beamed, handing him his second plate.

“I just need to know whether you want a church or an outdoor wedding.”

“I don't know. I'll have to get back to you on that.” They laughed and then fell into easy conversation. Gisella imagined them doing this for years to come. She could picture them gray-haired with a loving family surrounding them. In that moment, she was the happiest woman on earth.

“You make sure you save room for dessert,” she said. “I made something special just for tonight.”

“Bring it on.”

Gisella disappeared into the kitchen and then returned with the cake. Lifting the glass lid, she presented the intricate design of flowers and ribbons.
“Paraît bon?”

“Looks beautiful.” Charlie patted his stomach. “I'm going to have to double up my time in the gym being with you.”

“There's other ways of working off extra calories,” she said teasingly.

Charlie caught her meaning. “Is that right?”

She shrugged and then sliced him a piece of cake.

“Now what do we call this?” he asked accepting his dessert.

“It's a special recipe from my
grandmère
. It's called
Amour Chocolat
.”

“‘Love chocolate'?”

“More like ‘chocolate love'.”

Charlie's brows sprang up. “Sounds erotic.”

“It is. Wait until you taste it.”

“All right.” Charlie dug in and his face immediately collapsed with pleasure. “Oh, this is gooooood,” he moaned, and then stuffed another piece into his mouth. When he cleaned his plate, he turned to her. “I mean it. You have to marry me. Say you'll marry me.”

“Stop it before I think you're being serious.”

“I am serious.”

It was hard to tell whether he meant it or whether it was the food talking. However, Gisella started to panic when he then sliced himself another piece of cake…a larger piece.

Was it possible to have too much? Could a person overdose on passion?

“Are you not going to have some?” he asked.

Gisella blinked out of stupor and sliced herself a thin piece. But one bite also had her moaning and shoveling it in.

“Wow.” Charlie pulled on his collar. “Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?”

“It
is
a little warm.” She checked the thermostat, but it read a cool seventy-four degrees.

“Everything looks normal,” she said, returning to the living room. Gisella arms started tingling and then the sensation raced across her body. Suddenly she was very aware of her lacy bra brushing against her nipples as she walked.

Charlie watched her intently as she came back into the living room. She still had the sexiest walk he'd ever seen.

Those legs.

That butt.

Those hips.

Those breasts.

That face.

Charlie shifted in his chair, trying to give his erection a little more room. “That dress…you sure look good.” He licked his lips.

Gisella watched the intriguing path of his tongue and stared fascinated at how it left his lips glistening beneath the candlelight. “Oh, goodness.”

Charlie smiled and suggested, “Maybe we should go watch that movie now.” The glint in his eyes said that the movie was the last thing on his mind.

“All right,” she said, feverishly.

Charlie stood and carried their two wineglasses.

In the living room, Gisella turned on the ceiling fan, hoping the breeze would cool her down. She walked over to the DVD player, fumbled with the buttons before she realized she didn't have the movie. “Whew. Where's my head?” She turned around but bumped straight into Charlie's hard chest.

That was all it took to ignite the fire.

G
isella and Charlie came together in a flurry of movements. He yanked her dress down from her shoulders, and she pulled his shirt over his head before attacking his belt and pants. They were hot and ravenous for each other's taste.

Charlie leaned her back and stooped his head low and tore at her lacy bra with his teeth. She whimpered when he managed to suck her enlarged and erect nipple into his mouth.

Together they crumpled to the floor.

Charlie's mouth roamed from breast to breast while his hands explored the rest of her. Every move and stroke inflamed her passion and made her greedy for more.

This was what she wanted. This was what she needed.

Charlie didn't know what was happening to him, but he sure as hell was going to enjoy it. As his lips brushed and his fingers touched, he could feel himself fall deeper and deeper into an abyss. Nothing pleased him more to see that her beautiful nipples were, indeed, the color of brown sugar and tasted just as sweet.

“Oh, Gisella.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “What are you doing to me?”

“Th-the cake.”

He was sure he misunderstood her and continued to travel down her body until he was dragging off her panties with his teeth. Once he'd cleared them from her ankles, he tossed them across the room where he was sure they had landed over a lampshade.

As he climbed back up her body, he had a breathtaking view of the small spring of curls between her legs. He glided upward, raining tiny kisses along the way. When he reached her center, the scent of strawberries overwhelmed him and caused his mouth to water.

“Open up for me, baby,” he instructed hoarsely.

Slowly, her knees lowered and pointed in opposite directions. Charlie's erection threatened to punch a hole through the floor when he took two fingers and spread her brown lips to see her luscious cherry pulsing like a heartbeat.

Like a moth to a flame, Charlie dove in, lips first, and sapped her glistening juices.

“Ooh, Ch-Charlie.”

Gisella's head rocked from side to side while every limb quivered and writhed. Where it was hot before, the room now encroached on being sweltering. Her body forgot how to breathe. When his tongue made lazy circles, she would pant, but when his tongue would dip in deep, she would hold her breath until she was ready to pass out from the pleasure or simply from lack of oxygen.

To add to the merciless torture, Charlie eased in one finger and then two while his tongue just focused on polishing her clit. His fingers began to stroke, and Gisella lost all ability to think.

She could only feel.

“Damn, baby. You taste so good,” Charlie praised and went back to his real dessert.

Her hands roamed over his head and then her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Then with little warning, her body exploded. At least that was what it felt like. Surely, she had shattered into a million pieces.

Charlie left her lying on the floor, her body quivering from aftershocks to search for his pants. “Please let there be a condom in here. Please,” he begged.

God answered his prayers.

He ripped open the packet and sheathed his large erection before crawling back toward her like a prowling panther.

Awakening from her daze, Gisella pulled herself up from the floor and with a strong urge to prove that she could give as well as she could take. In the end her strong panther gave little resistance when she directed him to “lie back.”

Charlie's hazel green eyes lit with undeniable lust while his lips curled into a grateful smile. What a woman, he thought when she climbed on top.

“I hope you forgive me in the morning,” she said.

Again, Charlie didn't understand her meaning. Whatever it was, he was more than happy to talk to her about it…in the morning.

Gisella eased down, inch by glorious inch. Charlie sucked in his breath, thinking her inner muscles were going to milk the life out of him before they really got started. When she had at last taken in every inch of him, she nearly caused his eyes to roll out the back of his head when her hips rolled in perfect circles.

“Oh, baby.”

“You like that?” she purred.

Like it? He loved it. He tried to speak again, but found the job nearly impossible.

The circles were replaced with a gentle back-and-forth action. Then she set a nice rhythm where she combined the two. Words tumbled out of Charlie's mouth, but he doubted that they made much sense. He just didn't want her to stop.

Charlie's hands glided over her hips and then climbed up to cup and squeeze her full breasts. Her nipples were hard as marbles pressing against his palms. Even that turned him on.

To up the ante, Gisella started to bounce. Charlie's hands fell away to grip her hips again. Soon the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Wanting to double her pleasure, Charlie's hands continued to roam until they slid in between their moving bodies.

Her rhythm faltered when the pads of his fingers rubbed against her clit. And just like that, he was back in control.

Stars danced behind Gisella's closed eyelids. The sound of her rushing blood roared in her ears.

“You coming, baby?” he asked softly.

She couldn't speak as he rolled her onto her back. He hiked her legs over his shoulders and braced his weight on his folded knees.

“Hmm? You coming?”

Awkwardly, she nodded.

“Wait for me,” he instructed. “I'm going to come with you.” He folded over and took one of her bouncing nipples into his mouth.

Charlie's lips roamed over one luscious curve after another as he tried to sink deeper into the nectar of this sweet honeycomb. Yet, no matter how long or hard he stroked, he couldn't seem to reach his destination. Sure, she matched his rhythm and at times accelerated past him, but he would always catch up.

He wanted…no, he
needed
more from her.

He shook the bizarre thought from his head and then lost himself in the low melodious moans spilling from her lips. Even her voice was an aphrodisiac, he realized as sweat beaded his forehead, and his hands kneaded her soft, round breasts.

Harder.

Faster.

Her muscles tightened into a smooth sheath and Charlie's breath hitched in anticipation. Ecstasy was just a few strokes away. He could feel it.

“You ready, baby?”

In answer, she cried out his name.

In the next heartbeat, a white light flash behind his eyes and his body exploded as he growled against her shoulder. A calm and something undeniable filled his heart.

“Gisella,” he whispered, closing his eyes and gathering her close. “I love you, baby.”