Click on the pepper to return home.
“What are you doing?”
“Cooking you dinner, like I promised.” He stopped chopping the chives and cocked a brow. “You
do remember, don’t you?”
When he flashed her a sexy grin, the last thing on her mind was food. Unless of course, he was
planning to smear whatever it was all over that body of his, so she could nibble it off one bite,
one lick at a time.
“Yes, I remember.” Wetting her lips, she set the glasses in the sink and braced her hands on the
counter behind her. Propping out her hip, she arched her back slightly, hoping to draw his gaze.
“But it’s late.”
As she’d planned, his eyes settled on her chest. “So?” Without taking his hungry eyes off her
body, he set the knife down and edged a step closer. “Just put up a sign that says, Closed for
Renovations, slap some paint on the wall and take a week off work.”
“A week?” she teased. ”Now, what could we possibly do for a whole week?”
He stood in front of her. Like before, her body responded, except this time, his listened. Large
hands encircled her waist and he lifted her so she sat on the counter, eye level with him.
“I can think of a few things,” he said, positioning himself between her legs. The fabric of his
slacks brushed against the naked flesh of her inner thighs. The friction sent a current of heat
jolting through her. She opened them wider and he accepted the invitation, stepping close
enough that the iron hard length of him pressed against her leg.
Yeah, she could definitely think of a few things to fill up a week.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
Not for food. “What are you making me?”
“You have to guess.” His warm body leaned away and she fought the urge to pull him back. ”
Close your eyes,” he ordered.
“Okay,” she said, lowering her lids.
“Now, open your mouth.”
Through a nervous smile, she parted her lips. As she waited, she realized he could put anything
in her mouth. At the thought a whip of anticipation lashed her and a liquid heat pooled between
her legs.
“Wider.”
At his throaty command, her sex clenched and she almost spread her thighs. Gripping the edge
of the counter tighter, she did as he ordered. The scent of melted cheese, chilies, cilantro and
spices filled her nose. Just as the fragrant steam warmed her lips, something burned the flesh
above her knee.
“Ow!” she squealed, opening her eyes to see what hit her leg like hot wax.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” A low curse flew from his lips as he wiped the melted cheese off her thigh with
his finger and sucked it off. “Are you okay?”
She smiled at his concern. “I’m fine.”
He frowned, as if he didn’t believe her and then scanned his eyes about the kitchen. “Hold on,”
he said, never releasing his large, warm hand from her thigh as he leaned over, fisting a small
glass jar.
“What is the mustard for?” Lina nodded to his hand and tried to focus on his reply. However, all
she could think of his was how delicious it felt to have his large hand on her thigh.
“It’s for the burn,” he explained, dipping his middle finger into it.
“Burn yourself a lot, do you?”
At his answering smirk, Lina chuckled only to sigh as he began massaging the tender spot in
slow, deliberate circles with his finger. After a few passes, his hand fanned out until his palm ate
her entire thigh. She swallowed hard. Keeping her eyes on his hand, she rocked her hips forward
slightly, forcing his hand to slide an inch higher, his fingers an inch further along the seam of her
inner thigh.
“You can burn me anytime if this is the treatment I get,” she said on a moan.
His grip tightened, his fingers biting into her flesh. “Lina.” He breathed her name in a fierce
whisper.
She lifted her head, her heart jumping at the raw lust in his eyes. When his fingers jabbed
through her hair, pulling her to him, she braced herself for a fierce, lip-bruising kiss. Instead, his
soft lips brushed against hers in such a tender, deliberate stroke it stole her breath.
Lina reached up, cradling his face in her hands. His body stilled at the contact, the thighs
between hers tensing. He was holding back, trying to keep his need for her in check. At the
realization, her heart stuttered in her chest, ceasing completely when she realized she didn’t
want him to stop.
Slanting her head, Lina ran her fingers through the soft hair behind his ears and slid her tongue
between his lips.
The moment their tongues met, she felt the fragile twig of his control snap, tasted the urgent
desire in him as he took over the kiss. With a masculine growl, he wrapped an arm around her,
pressing her against him so tight, her bottom left the counter. The other molded to the back of
her skull, holding her in place as he ate at her lips. Hot, wet and hungry, his mouth devoured her.
Trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his ravenous mouth, Lina could do no more than hang on
tight. She cupped his broad shoulders, smoothing the flat of her palms down the rock-solid
expanse of his back. Her fingers trailed the column of his spine, exploring, discovering.
The arms about her loosened. “We should…” Kiss. “…stop,” he grated, his voice strained as he
started to pull away.
Lina fisted the front of his shirt and wrapped her leg around his waist. Digging the heel of her
foot into his ass, she forced him back.
“I don’t want to stop.”
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