A/N: part 2 of Guess Who's Coming To Dinner after some prompting from a reader wanting to know about dessert . Dedicated to Linda H.

Talk about being weak in the knees. If he hadn't wrapped those gorgeous arms around me I'd have collapsed to the floor.

Now, I should explain a bit here. I've always had a thing for the bad boys, the rogues, those 'good' bad guys and 'bad' good buys. Well, believe you me, this man in my home fits that to a "T". So, will I willingly offer myself up for desert? Damn straight I will! And I'm after a bit of desert myself.

So, back to that kiss….he's crushing his mouth to mine. And while I had hoped for it, I certainly hadn't expected it. It took me a couple of seconds to get over the shock and my knees going all to rubber. He had to have known as I felt his arms wrap about me and pull me to him, one about my waist and a hand tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck.

I slid my hands over his abs and chest and licked those full lips of his, having only imagined what they might taste like. Blood cut with peppermint schnapps maybe? No, at the moment he tasted of roast turkey and white zin. He took that for the invitation it was. Our tongues danced and tangled with each other. Growling in my throat, I sucked on his lower lip and bit it. I felt his chuckle reverberate through me.

He put his lips by my ear, his deep voice barely a whisper, "An animal thing?"

"What else would it be?" I asked in answer and was delighted by another deep chuckle that sent chills down my spine.

I was caught by that deep, dark chuckle and the intoxicating scent of a Furyan man, a scent so male and primal that all vestiges of what might have been civilized behavior fell away from me. I had to taste him, all of him, and there was all that damnable fabric in the way. My hands pulled at the cloth of his shirt as my mouth sought the closest available part of him. It turned out to be his ear and the base of his skill as his lips had drifted from whispering in my ear to sliding down my neck with his warm, wet tongue tasting the pulse at my jugular.

A low growl, felt more than heard, rumbled from him, and I felt my insides flip in anticipation. Big hands slipped under my shirt, calloused palms sliding over my skin, pushing the fabric up. He broke us apart long enough to pull the offending material away from my body as well as his.

Holy shit, he's even more magnificent up close! I was mesmerized by the play of his muscles under skin tinted silver by the moonlight. His teeth flashed in a cocky smile.

"I take it you like what you see?"

There was a mocking tone to the not-question. He already knew the answer. It was in every line of my body, and I knew he could smell it. Hell, I could smell it. His sense of smell is much keener than mine. Still, I nodded, and managed to breathe, "Hell, yeah. Think I've died and gone to heaven."

With a grin he told me, "They don't let men like me into heaven."

I matched his grin with one of my own. "Then I'll follow you to hell, but I should warn you, they're afraid I'll take over."

His eyes widened a bit in surprise and he threw his head back and laughed then, a booming sound that filled the air. I took advantage of his laughter to set to work at getting rid of the rest of the offending material. More laughter followed by helping hands. Soon it was nothing between us but air and moonlight.

He did not whisper sweet nothings or tell me I was beautiful. It is not his way. But his eyes, his hands and his mouth made plain his appreciation of the female form. As that form was mine, I reveled in the attention and admiration and absolutely returned the favor. We did not communicate in words but in sounds, letting the beasts out of their cages.

Now that's what I call dessert.