Reaching for My Angel [The Royal Wolves 5] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Honor James Page A

the steak over on the rack to let the other side cool a bit and for the juices to settle back toward the center.
    “What can I do?” she asked watching him. “What would you like me to do to help out, love? Is there anything that I can cook or cut up that you haven’t already?”
    “You can drain some of the maraschino cherries if you want,” he told her with a grin. “A little chocolate sauce, some whip cream, and a cherry on top,” he rumbled at her as she got close. “I’ll let you think on that and just where I should put my dessert.”
    “Oh I know a nice pert peak that would love to have your mouth suckling and licking on it for a while.” Her nipples were hard in anticipation. “What else?” she asked after draining the cherries and placing some on a small serving bowl.
    “Keep some of the juice aside, too,” he told her as he cleared his throat. “I might feel of the mind to dribble some in interesting places just so I can lick and flick you clean.” Good god, what the hell had gotten into him? If his brothers ever heard about this…he’d never live it down.
    “This is just for us, Ben.” She saved the last of the cherry juice in the jar and looked at him. “I don’t think I would be able to face your siblings if they knew about this, so this is just ours, okay?”
    “I won’t be telling,” he assured her with a sense of relief but had to wonder, if only for a moment, how she read him so easily. Smiling at her softly he reached over and touched her cheek. “I think you should get ready. I’ll need some time to do the layout of the dinner buffet.”
    “Right, I will be right there, love.” She winked and turned. “Please don’t keep me waiting, baby. I will be on the table all cold and waiting on you, sweetheart, so please hurry?”
    “You won’t be cold long,” he promised with a look of pure unadulterated need. Licking his lips slowly he smiled as he inhaled the scent of her need increasing. “Lay down, love, I think I can put out most of this now,” he added before lightly touching the steak. He’d have to cut it and let it finish cooling but he’d do that once he had the rest of it organized to further elevate her awareness of what was coming and increase the anticipation.
    Spreading the bath sheet out on the large table, she moved and lay herself out on top of it. She pulled the towel from her head and allowed the one around her body to fall at the sides. Rubbing her hands through her short hair to help it dry, she watched him approach and felt the urge to shout in joy. Her hands were palm down on the table and her legs were spread wide in hope, anticipation, and wait.
    Walking around her and the table a couple times, he just watched her, his eyes skating over her form leisurely. “You ready?” he asked as he paused at her side setting things out. Smiling at her eager nod he chuckled. “All right then.” Very carefully he laid out an alternating row of watermelon, cantaloupe, halved grapes, orange slices, pineapple, and strawberries from her collarbone, between her breasts, and down her belly to the soft hair between her legs.
    Each time the cool fruit touched her body she felt herself clench, quiver, and sigh slightly. Biting her lip she watched him, watched the intense look on his face as he laid the feast he had prepared out on her body and finally when he was down to just the steak she grinned. “Where do you put that?” Her stomach was bare, so she knew where it would go, maybe.
    Winking at her he laid a path down both legs and then another down each arm going end to end with the slices but with a good two inches between each. When he only had a couple left over he placed one on her throat, one on each nipple and then the last four pieces, two each side of her belly just out of the way of the fruit juice.
    “God, Benedek.” So far she was ready to scream in the pleasure just from the fruit touching her, the meat on her skin and the knowledge of what he was going