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  Table of Contents

  Taste Me

  Publication Information

  Dedication

  Author Acknowledgments

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

  Also Available

  Also Available

  Thank You

  Taste Me

  by

  Cali Caliente

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Taste Me

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Christine Poe

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Diana Carlile

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

  Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com

  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-2262-9

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2263-6

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To all who have loved and lost but never gave up their passionate dreams.

  And to my hubby whose support and love inspires me to create magic with words.

  Author Acknowledgments

  Big thanks to my awesome critique partner—

  author Jo Grafford for her amazing insight

  and great sense of humor.

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Cali Caliente

  TASTE ME

  “Taste Me is a tantalizing escape through the twists and turns of wild and instant attraction, mixed signals, and sometimes hilarious cross purposes. If you’re looking for a high heat level story that will tug at your whole range of emotions and leave you with a smile, Bryce and Aurora’s steamy escapades are tailored just for you. If it leaves you wanting more, his twin brother’s story, Tempt Me, is on its way to the presses soon.

  “I’ve had the honor and privilege of critiquing and sound-boarding story ideas with Cali for two years now. Reading her work is one of those special treats I look forward to more than my ice cream dates. And chocolate fixes. And I’m a woman, so that’s some serious fangirling. Happy reading, y’all!”

  ~Jo Grafford, award-winning author

  of the Lost Colony Series

  Chapter One

  Rain drizzled outside the Love’s Farmer’s Market in Alexandria as Aurora Daring entered the brightly lit building. Someone had taken the time and effort to turn the 1800s historic barn into a bustling new business. Fresh fruits and vegetables stacked in neat symmetrical rows lined the tilted wooden tables. Large burlap bags of potatoes, onions, and peanuts sat in stacks along the walls. Sawdust covered the hardwood floor, its potent pine scent mingling with the more delicious aroma of ripe fruit and vegetables.

  One reason she stopped here on her lunch break was to write an article for her daily newspaper column, Creative Chef. The second reason was their open policy for customers to taste the merchandise. She loved garden-fresh fruit. Nothing was more disappointing than to purchase fruit and take it home, only to discover it was tasteless.

  Aurora picked up a classy wicker shopping basket, complete with little golden bow, and headed for the strawberries. Her favorite dessert was her own unique twist on fresh strawberry pie with hand-whipped cream. She made a mental note to pick up a carton of the sinful topping when she passed by the dairy section. Carefully inspecting the strawberry baskets for the most delectable pieces, she selected a bright red strawberry and bit into it. Juicy, scintillating, a total treat to her taste buds.

  A breeze blew through the large open door, and the hair prickled at the back of her neck. She swung around quickly and locked gazes with a man standing beside the plums. He wasn’t extraordinarily tall, nor was he drop-dead handsome. But there was a raw and rugged appeal about him. His black hair fell in unruly waves around his neck and face, a stark contrast to her honey blonde ponytail. Dark brown eyes captured and held her prisoner to his magnetic charm. She licked her strawberry-dewed lips.

  Wow.

  A sudden image filled her mind of lying naked with him hovering above her, thrusting into her while she panted and writhed in complete bliss. She shook her head and tore her gaze from his. My God, was she insane? How could she think such a thing about a man she’d never even seen before? Just the same, her blood raced through her veins, sending an urgent message to make contact.

  Damn the devil. She couldn’t resist. Her gaze sought his across the fruit-laden tables. Only he wasn’t looking at her, he was feeling the plums. Long fingers with trimmed nails carefully turned the deep purple fruit, examining it for succulence. He replaced the plum on top of the pile and selected another round fruit. This time, he looked her in the eye. Without even a smile, he captured her interest. His fingers caressed the plum as though it were her breast. Her nipples hardened in response.

  A rush of warmth spread through her. He lifted the plum to his mouth and licked a circle around it, mimicking what he wanted to do. Her breasts tingled, and her feminine core quivered. She took a quick breath, almost a gasp. Was it hot in here? Her gaze was steady when he strode slowly toward her. He cupped her cheek with his hand. His thumb swiped across her lower lip, erasing the trace of strawberry juice that lingered there.

  He didn’t say a word but took a strawberry from the basket and nibbled at the pointed tip, watching her and challenging her with his eyes. She looked around the busy market. No one paid them any mind. Why not? She stepped across the aisle to the bananas and tore one from the bunch. With deft fingers, she stripped the banana of its peel and slowly slid her finger up and down the length of it. Her gaze met his with defiance. This was her challenge, her chance to shock him. He cocked an eyebrow, and a tiny smile crinkled the corner of his mouth.

  He removed a slim knife from his pocket and flicked open the blade. He walked up and reached behind her, his muscular arm brushing against hers. He grasped an orange and with one quick movement, cut into the orange and removed the slice. His tongue darted out and tasted the fruit’s sweetness, licking the juices dripping from the crevice he created. He winked at her and licked his lips, slow and enticing.

  Quivering from her deepest innermost self, Aurora stood her ground. No shy Miss here. She placed the banana’s tip in her mouth and suckled it, moving her tongue ever so wantonly around the end. Her gaze never left their intimate dance with his. Her panties were wet now from his erotic display of devouring her nether lips. An ache had begun deep inside. The need for fulfillment rose. She felt weak at the knees, but she wouldn’t give in yet. Holding the banana in front of her, she circled it with deft finger and thumb, and began a pumping motion, smoothing the silken fruit until it creamed in her hand. She licked the moisture from her palm and looked up. She felt bold and daring, exactly like her name.

  He swallowed hard. Her gaze lowered to the bulge in his jeans. God, she wanted this man in the most intimate way. Right now. She didn’t care who he was, only that he was an incredibly sensual man. She had to know what it would be like to have sex with him. No ties, no strings. Just wild, hot sex. A good fuck, that’s what she needed. She’d heard the expressi
on before and never understood it—until now.

  Straightening her shoulders, Aurora glanced around the produce section. No one paid them any mind, though the store was bustling with business. This was something she’d always dreamed of doing. Something totally outrageous and fun, exciting and unforgettable. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and met his steamy gaze.

  “I want you.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and there was no taking them back. He watched her in silence for what seemed like eons.

  “I want you too.” His voice was deep, husky, and slightly accented.

  No wonder he appealed to her senses. He was probably French or Italian, but she wasn’t an expert on accents. It didn’t matter. She’d made her decision. Setting her shopping basket down, she accepted his outstretched hand. They hurried from the market and into the pouring rain. He tugged her to the left, and they ran for cover down an adjoining alleyway.

  Laughter filled her ears, and she smiled. His gaze took in her entirety, from her dripping face to her soaked T-shirt with her nipples perking beneath. His face grew somber. He leaned toward her, brushing her cheek with his warm breath. She sought his mouth with her own, hungrily nibbling and sucking on his full lips. Her reward was his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, tasting her and egging on her brashness toward this incredible moment. She urged him closer, feeling the need to press her damp body against his.

  Oh, my God. He is hard and ready.

  Images of his erect cock, dripping and waiting for her, filled her vision. She gasped for air. “I have to touch you.”

  “Yes.”

  Moving her to the nearest doorway, he turned the knob, and the steel door swung open. He tugged her along behind him, and they entered the dim storage area. Fifty-pound bags of grain and other feed supplies covered the room in neat stacks. Fresh sawdust littered the cement floor, its piney scent an aromatic delight. The setting was perfect for seduction. She loved the excitement of spontaneity. So exciting.

  He led the way to a knee-high bag pile and faced her. She decided he was much better looking up close, handsome and well-built. He reeked of hard work and a slight musky scent…maybe his aftershave? She sucked in a deep breath to enjoy what being close to him did to her senses and smiled. She released the breath slowly through pursed lips. He never took his gaze off her mouth, and she loved it.

  She licked her lips and pointed to his groin. “May I touch?”

  He closed his dreamy eyes, and when he opened them, she melted into their sultry depths. “Please do.”

  Her hand sought his hardness through the thickness of denim. No, this was unsatisfactory. She wanted more. Shamelessly, she unsnapped his jeans—one silver button at a time. Her fingers sought the warmth within his jock shorts. A jolt of electricity shot up her arm, and she couldn’t help but smile. He was huge, thick and wet, and waiting for her command. She was in control of the moment, and the power surge was amazing.

  His fingers sought her nipples and twisted them through her soaked T-shirt. She hadn’t worn a bra today. Now, she was glad. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt and clasped her shivering flesh, rubbing and massaging her breast. She became lightheaded, and throbbing pulses of desire burst into her moist nether lips. She pulled his hips toward her and rubbed his cock against her wanton need.

  He grasped her T-shirt and tugged it over her head, baring her breasts for his approval. Lowering his mouth, he suckled first one breast, then the other, bringing each nipple to the edge of his lips, before giving it a tiny nibble and flicking it with the end of his tongue. She groaned and craved more. He chuckled and repeated his actions.

  Her hand never released its grip on his erect cock. Throbbing, pulsing, and filling with blood to curb its reckless desire. The rounded tip dripped moisture. His semen, his creation fluid, and all it craved was to meet her and snuggle within her moist warmth. To find release and comfort there in a way so natural it would blow them both away in orgasmic bliss. She slid her fingers up and down in a gentle pumping motion as he nuzzled her breasts.

  His hands slid down the length of her body, slow and easy, memorizing every inch of her heated flesh. In one tug, he unzipped her jeans and slipped his hand inside. Two, long, solid fingers sought her feminine wetness. She squirmed at his gentle touch. Grabbing his wrist and holding him still, she shoved her pants and underwear down over her hips to give him better access. He chuckled again, looked down at her with a sideways smile, and withdrew his fingers. He sniffed them and tasted them, licking the juice from their tips.

  “Mmm…nice,” he growled. His dark eyes sought hers. He grabbed her pants and panties, and pulled them all the way down to her feet. “Much better.”

  Aurora lay on the burlap grain sack, its roughness tickling her tender skin. Her slip-on shoes tumbled to the ground, and she kicked the damp pants off her ankles. Lying naked before him, she shivered from the raw exposure and eagerly awaited his magic touch. She spread her legs wide, offering herself. She reached down and spread her nether lips too, opening her mouth and licking in a circle to invite his attention.

  He groaned aloud and yanked his wet shirt over his head, tossing it aside to reveal rock-hard abs and a sprinkle of dark chest hair. Her gaze followed the path of the V leading downward to what she desired most of all. Kicking off his shoes, he shoved out of his damp jeans and knelt between her legs. His tongue teased her fingers, one by one, before he eased his forefinger inside to explore. When he found her G-spot, she bucked her hips in pleasure. He added a second finger and positioned his thumb on her sensitive nub. Her heart beat so fast she thought she might faint. His ministrations filled her with burning heat and wonderful tingles that quickly became hunger for release as he sent her into a nerve-shattering orgasm.

  She dug her fingers into his shoulders and held on for the ride. Sparks of light danced behind her eyelids. Her body went out of control. She wanted him in every way possible, every way she could imagine. She wanted him to fill every hole in her body and all at the same time. She wanted to be fucked until she could take no more. She wanted to ache from being screwed into the ground. And he was the carpenter she wanted to screw her.

  He grabbed her hips and ran his tongue up her body from her soaking wet pussy to her breasts, carefully circling each one and nipping at them to keep their awareness to his presence. His mouth found her neck and nursed her skin. It tingled in an erotic sort of way. She closed her eyes and enjoyed all he had to offer.

  He stopped, and her eyes flew open. She felt vulnerable and alone after such intimacy. A shiver ran over her skin. He gently rolled her over on the burlap bag and inserted a finger into her pussy. He found that sensitive spot, and she moaned with pleasure.

  Oh, God, it felt so damn good. “More. I want more.”

  Without a verbal response, he reached under her for a nipple to pluck with one hand while his other hand kept up its activity below. She wiggled in delight and prayed he wouldn’t stop. His finger withdrew, and he raised her bottom, thrusting his thick cock into her pussy from behind. Once, twice…repeatedly, pulling her into him with his strong hands on her hips. Harder, she wanted it harder. She wanted more and more, and she wanted it deeper and deeper—

  “Oh, God!” This was insane it felt so good. Stars of light shot behind her eyelids, nearly melting her on the feedbag. Each thrust urged her closer to coming. She wanted to let go, but she didn’t want him to stop. She gipped the feed bag and almost bit into it with glee.

  “Feel good, does it?”

  “Please…I…need—” She gasped for air, breathless and loving every second of this glorious moment.

  “Not yet,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re not ready yet.”

  Was he kidding?

  Aurora hugged the bag and bit her lower lip. She was close to another orgasm, but she might die of need first. Her body was in a state of pure ecstasy. He rolled her over, and she met his heated gaze. Sweat glistened on his broad chest. She touched him, rubbing her hands across his nipples and titillati
ng them with her fingernails. He bent down to lick her lips, her earlobes, and kissed her. Ever so gentle and sweet—like a lover.

  Nudging her weak legs apart again, he slipped two fingers back inside. He raised his dew-covered fingers to her lips and slipped a finger into her mouth. He smiled and bent to suck on her breasts, while she nursed his fingers of her own creamy juices.

  She ached for release. She had to let go. “Mmm…please…”

  Another orgasm built in intensity. Her heartbeat increased its insane pounding, and sweat beaded on her brow. Her body bucked in shameless rhythm to his touch. He was teasing her and tormenting her body, holding her on the edge when she could fall off and have the best orgasm ever.

  Enough of this nonsense. Two could play at this game.

  She clamped her teeth down on his finger. He stopped all action and looked at her. She grasped his swollen cock and tugged him closer. What a wonderful tool she held in her hand, and she wanted it buried deep inside her. But first, she wanted to play and tease like he had done. She wanted to make this rendezvous as memorable for him as it was for her.

  He grinned and allowed her easier access by kneeling on the bag. She sat upright with one hand on his butt, squeezing it gently, while the other hand circled his shaft. She coaxed his thick, bulging cock into a pulsing machine about to lose its contents. He grit his teeth and groaned. Small droplets of cum oozed from his slit. She had to taste him. He was sweet, not salty, and she nursed him a bit more. He placed his hands on her head, pulling her closer so she would finish the job. But she lay back and spread out before him once again, inviting him to complete what he’d started.

  The sparkle in his eyes danced across her soul. This was a man she would never forget. How could she? He was incredible. She held up her arms with a soft giggle. He lowered himself onto her, careful not to add his full weight onto her much smaller frame. His mouth covered hers, and his tongue slipped inside to mingle with its newfound friend. One thrust and his cock was deep within her, filling her to the max and sending her body into a flash of microexplosions. She tightened her legs around him and raised her hips, so his thrusts would go deeper and deeper. Ecstasy was a heartbeat away. And still she wanted more of this delightful man, who filled her body and mind with erogenous sensations.