Face flushed, she licked her lips, the chocolate teasing her mouth in a way I wanted to be doing.

“Don’t make me jealous…” I growled, kissing her lips again. “Husbands need love too.”

“But the chocolate is so good.”

I laughed against her neck. “I promise you… I’m better.”

“Show me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Alyssa

I WAS NERVOUS.

I knew it was stupid. I mean, it was Demetri. He was my husband, not like there were any take-backs.

But still… having sex with a rock god who had girls worldwide swooning on a daily basis? A bit overwhelming.

People actually mailed him their lingerie.

He still had girls on Twitter who sent him daily videos declaring their undying love.

“Lyss…” Demetri cupped my face. “…I love you. That’s all that matters.”

“It is.” I breathed, my body still shaking from nerves. “I know. I just…” My shoulders slumped.

“You just need to forget…” Demetri smiled, his dimples digging into his cheeks, making him look even more devastating. The man belonged on a billboard, not in the kitchen. “…and I’m here to make sure the only thing you remember is my name.”

I swallowed.

His hands moved to the back of my dress. His breath was hot on my neck as he slowly unzipped. The sound of the zipper had my body shaking even harder as cold air hit my exposed back.

Demetri’s fingertips danced along my spine then teased my strapless lace bodice. “I like this…” His voice was gruff. “…a lot.”

I laughed into his shoulder as his hands continued moving slowly down my skin.

“Up,” he commanded.

“What?”

“Wrap your arms around me so I can tug the dress off.”

I did as he’d asked and felt my dress slide out from underneath me. The granite was like ice against my legs and butt. My thong wasn’t helping matters.

“Damn…” Demetri dropped the dress onto the ground and stared. “…I could just stand here and worship at your feet for days, years…” He shook his head. “You’re so beautiful.”

I licked my lips in anticipation for his kiss.

Instead, he kneeled in front of me then reached his hand between my legs and opened one of the drawers so that my legs were propped up. “Better.”

“What are you doing?”

“Laying you across the table…” Demetri shrugged. “…like a feast.”

“Hungry?”

His eyes darkened. “Starved.”

He slowly pushed me back onto the counter and dipped his fingers in the chocolate again. This time he tickled my entire body with his hands as he drew designs across my chest, thighs, even my neck.

“Still nervous?” he asked.

“I’m practically naked, on the kitchen table, and lathered in chocolate. What do you think?”

“I think…” He hovered over me. “…that you’re thinking too much. Now close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Close them.”

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and waited.

Nothing happened.

Holy crap, was he just going to leave me and — merciful God above, was he licking up my thigh?

His tongue moved in slow circles around my knee, getting higher and higher. My breath hitched when his tongue came into contact with my hip bone and then my thong.

Gone.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. Insecurity was just about to wrap itself around me, and then I felt his mouth on me again, still licking, suckling. His skilled musician’s hands moving across my body in ways that had me forgetting more than just my own name — but my reason for being insecure in the first place.

My body clenched around him.

And then his hands were gone.

And his tongue was back, but I felt… hot, heavy, like I needed him to finish what he was doing and stop fixating on the damn chocolate!

“Dem—”

“Shh...” He chuckled. “I know exactly what you need.”

“You sure?” I panted as he licked up my stomach, between my breasts. “Because you’re not doing it.”

“I gave you a break. Think of it as a time out before the end of the game.”

“What if I want the game to end right now…?”

“Aw, baby, halftime’s my favorite part.”

I flinched when the corset was completely removed from my body, and then I felt skin, his skin, pressed against mine. I moved my body underneath his, wanting to be closer, needing to be closer.

“Eager,” Demetri said hoarsely. “But like I said. Halftime.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. Only that I was going to kill him if he made me wait any longer.

His hands cupped my butt as he pulled my legs up and wrapped my ankles around his body.

And then that mouth found more ways to drive me insane, until I was left so wound up and panting that I was ready to attack him.

“Halftime…” One last lick. “…the best part.”

“But—”

“I love you…” He whispered, his body sliding against mine. “…so much. Tell me, Lyss. Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You can’t. You won’t. Just please…”