More Than a Mistress by Leanne Banks Page B

She’d let him know that she wasn’t pure. The knowledge didn’t put him off. Instead it excited him, made him feel free. But tonight, he thought, rubbing a finger over his lip, he didn’t like the man who’d paid for the cooking lessons because Daniel suspected there’d been more than one meal involved. That relationship had obviously made her sad. And Daniel didn’t want to make Sara sad. He wanted to make her smile. He wanted to hear her laugh. He wanted a lot.
    Leaning across the table, he scooped some dessert onto her spoon and lifted it to her mouth. “I like the way it sticks to your hips.”
    Sara fluttered her eyelids in disbelief. “Right.” But she opened her mouth and let him feed her.
    â€œI do,” he insisted. “And I ought to know, since I’ve spent a lot of time watching your—”
    Sara swallowed, shaking her head. “Daniel—”
    He pushed another spoonful past her lips. “Did you know that your rear end is perfectly heart shaped? Of course I’ve had to conduct this study from a distance, but if I set my mind to it, I could come up with your hip measurement.”
    Sara lifted her hand in alarm. “Please don’t. You’ve already guessed my weight. That’s enough.”
    â€œFor who?” He clasped her wrist and tugged, bringing her out of her chair and into his lap.
    â€œFor both of us?” Her heart hammering against her ribs, Sara watched unequivocal determination flare in Daniel’s eyes.
    â€œI drank my beer. I ate the meal, and it was wonderful. Dessert was delicious. Getting here’s been half fun and half torture. I need to get back to work on smudging your lipstick. I need to figure out your hip measurement.” His lips lifted in a lazy, sexy smile that made her breath catch. “I don’t plan on leaving here until I figure out exactly how your body fits together.”
    He clasped her waist, then boldly worked his big hands down to her hips and lower still to her thighs. The tension inside her grew tighter and tighter, spreading to vulnerable feminine places he hadn’t touched.
    â€œAnd how it’s gonna fit with mine.”
    Sara leaned her head against his solid chest and moaned. “Oh, Daniel. I knew you’d be a horrible tease,” she whispered.
    â€œI’m not teasing, honey. I’m promising.” He shifted her in his arms, stood and carried her down the hall. “Which way?”
    No man had ever carried her, she thought, swallowing over a lump in her throat. The chivalrous gesture nearly rendered her speechless. “Right.”
    He kissed her at the same time that he let her body slide down the front of his until her toes touched the floor. His tongue eased into her mouth, and her bones began to melt. One of his hands slipped under her sweater to the small of her back, while the other went to her bottom and pulled her to him. He rocked against her in a heady rhythm that sent sensation pooling into her nether regions.
    When she echoed his movements, he groaned against her lips. “You taste like chocolate and raspberries and…”
    His hand slid to her breast, and Sara sucked in a deep breath. “And what?” she asked breathlessly, craving the way his voice made her nerve endings jump and shimmy. Her body undulated against his, cradling his arousal between her thighs.
    Daniel shuddered. “Oh, Sara, you taste like every secret erotic dream I’ve ever had,” he whispered, and his confession sent an unbearable thrill throughout her.
    He tugged her sweater over her head and tossed it on the bed, then looked at her. Sara knew what he saw. Her pink lace bra couldn’t conceal the budding of her nipples. For a second she felt self-conscious. It had been a long time for her, and somehow, with Daniel, she felt very different. She put her hand over the necklace and started to remove it.
    His hand stayed hers. “Leave it