Calla's Candy Ch 1 Part 2

**Cherish Lively** (0:00)
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He enjoyed the gentle weight of her arms on his shoulders as he settled his hands on her waist. Her perfume intoxicated him. You said that you make candy. Did you make all of the sweets on the tables? The masculine, yet spicy, scent of his cologne lured her closer. She interlocked her fingers behind his head. Yes, I did, but not the wedding cake. That came from Dahlia's delights.
The pralines are wonderful. He whispered in her ear as they swayed to the music. I'd say they're as good, if not better, than the famous pralines of Savannah, Georgia. Thank you. That is high praise. The pralines are my biggest seller. I can't believe that you made that connection. That famous candy shop along the water in Savannah is where I fell in love with candy. As a young teen, when I walked into the candy store, I was on sensory overload. The sugary scent of candy was so thick in the air that I could almost taste it. The taffy machine caught my attention as it stretched and tugged the taffy.
She let out a little laugh and continued, I was obsessed. But when they handed me my first pecan praline sample, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. That was when my obsession with candy began. Thankfully, my mom nurtured my love. We spent weekends in the kitchen together. Some of my best memories are of the two of us stirring, baking and eating up a storm. Calla laughed. My mom gained 20 pounds in that first year after our trip to Savannah. It got to the point that we had to give away most of the goodies that we made.
That sounds wonderful, he replied. They chatted as they slowly moved across the dance floor. When they neared the bar, he said, Well, let's get a drink.
He released his hold on her and got the bartender's attention. Holding up two fingers, he said, Two slippery nipples, please. She blushed and eased up next to him. Who comes up with these names? She laughed.
Guy's in college, he replied deadpan, and took the two shots from the bartender. Have you ever had one of these? A slippery nipple? She laughed mischievously as she accepted the shot from him. I've never had the drink. She brought it close and inhaled, and smelled fabulous.
If you like butterscotch and Irish cream, you'll love this.
He clinked his shot glass against hers. On three, she nodded. She hadn't done shots in years. She wasn't sure about this. One, two, three. He tossed back his shot. She brought hers to her lips and sipped. She gasped, Oh my God, that's strong. She held the shot glass away from our face. You didn't drink it, he cried. We were doing it on three. The light and joy beaming from his face revealed that even while a man, a free-spirited boy still lingered in him. I'm sorry, when it hit my lips, I couldn't do it. It's way too strong. I'm a lightweight. She held the shot glass up for him to take. Do you want it? Sure. I can't watch perfectly good liquor go to waste. He tossed it back and set the empty shot glass on the counter. Do you want anything else to drink? She shook her head. Not now. I'll get a water in a little bit. Let's dance some more. They resumed their dancing. As much as she enjoyed being in his arms, she was a little concerned with all the drinks he'd consumed. Did he always drink like this? As they moved in unison, he dropped his hand lower on her back. His fingertips grazed the round curve of her ass. He would do anything to grab her ass and squeeze. But the dance floor of a five-star resort with small town guests was not the place for ass grabbing. However, he did pull her closer to him. She settled her head against his chest as her body swayed in unison. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she swore she felt the hard length of an erection against her lower belly. That thrilled her. To know that she could excite a gorgeous man made her confidence skyrocket. She'd been nervous about attending the wedding as a single woman. But right now, she was thankful she didn't have a plus one. She hadn't felt this comfortable with a man in years. As much as she enjoyed living in Avanil, it hampered her dating life. The saying that there were other fish in the sea applied to most places on the mainland. But in Avanil, she only had a sparsely populated tide pool to fish from. As he held her close, he couldn't help but think about what kind of drink she may like. Slippery nipple was a bomb. He wanted to impress her, make her feel good. What about a kamikaze? A kamikaze? Her brow furrowed as she pulled back to look him in the eye. What do you mean?