A Perfect Match: (Raining Romance Series) Read Free Page B

breathless. 
    Back in his office, it was her full, rose-colored lips, her perky breasts with their pebbled nipples straining against a form-fitting pink blouse that had distracted him to the point of madness.
    He watched her step inside the breakroom, noting the fidgeting of her fingers.  She was twisting them in the fabric of her hip-hugging pencil skirt.  A very flattering cut that accentuated her long, shapely legs.  He wondered if they were weak and trembling as she pressed her low back against the countertop, visibly resting her weight there.  “Miss Scarpa, you are still here.  I can see I need to fire Michael.”
    “I can see you remembered my name,” she said, daring to smile at him.
    Hardness glinted his eyes.  “Yes, Jaslyn . Yours is not one I will likely forget.  It is a very important name, or so Michael seems to think.”
    His tone was mocking her, but he could see she wasn’t going to take the bait.
    “Speaking of Michael, please don’t fire him.  I apologize for being blunt, but I know you need me.  He told me about Sahara.  I’m happy to help you in any way I can.”
    He stepped in front of her, leaving no room for her to move.  He was so close his chest lightly brushed her breasts.  Placing his palms on the counter on either side of her, he lowered his head to her neck and inhaled deeply.  He whispered in her ear, “It is my turn to sniff you.  Hmmm, you smell like green apples and rain.”
    She stammered, “It—it’s my shampoo.”
    “I beg to differ.”  His lips softly grazed the column of her throat.  “I think it is you.  Your creamy skin.  Your warm breath.”
    He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.  “Michael is wrong.  I do not need you.” Pressing his body hard against hers, he reached around behind them and grabbed something off the countertop.  Showing it to her, he said, “All I need are these and another cup of coffee.”
    The candy dish was swallowed up by his huge hand.  It was filled with lovely German Chocolate truffles.
    The expression on her face thrilled him.  He could almost see her mouth water.  The sweet, rich aroma of the decadent candy infused the air.  He held the dish in one hand and reached for his coffee with the other.  He offered her the cup.  “Drink,” he commanded.
    He felt her hand shake when his fingers brushed hers, his lower body still pinning her to the counter. 
    The second the strongly-brewed, hot liquid touched her tongue, she spewed it out all over his chest, soaking the front of his suit.
    “Yuck! Why would anyone drink something so vile and bitter?”
    He glanced down at his coffee-covered clothes.  For an instant, he felt rage mixed with lingering desire.  Instead of bellowing and ranting, he spoke as softly as a feather floating on a breeze.  “So they can eat this.”  Carefully, he chose a piece of chocolate and gently smeared its silky, smoothness across her bottom lip.  The heat from the coffee had warmed her mouth, causing the candy to melt on contact.
    He sucked in a sharp breath when her tongue darted out to lick away the sweetness.  With her lips parted, he pushed the remaining piece into her mouth.  A bolt of electricity shot through his cock when she closed her lips around his finger.
    “Oh God, Mr. Birkner, this is the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted,” she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
    Impulsively, he placed his hand behind her neck, supporting and cradling it while she ate.  The look on her face was utterly orgasmic.  He knew it was ridiculous for a man to be jealous of a piece of candy.  But, at that moment, he was.  He wanted to be the reason she moaned and licked her lips in pleasure.
    When she opened her eyes, he removed his hand from her nape and stepped away from her. 
    “We are done here.  I have had enough of you for one day.”
    She looked as if she had been slapped.  When she turned to walk away, he caught her by the arm and spun