Page 103 of Pick Up Steam
“But—”
Her voice dropped away and her smile bloomed as he strode into the kitchen with her still in his arms. The moon was almost full and provided enough light.
Seth moved to the island and set her on top, then stood between her legs. “It was in the farmhouse kitchen when I first saw you, but even then I imagined stripping you bare and spreading you out on the island for my personal feast.”
Mara laughed. “You, Mr. Clean, were horrified by my sink full of dishes.”
He grinned and slipped her sweater over her head. “I was, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing, Chaos Machine.”
“Tell me more.”
He eased her t-shirt over her head next. “I thought you were a looker with those deep eyes that held worry and hope at the same time.”
When he grazed his thumbs over her bra-covered nipples, she gasped and leaned into his touch.
“I figured sharing a kitchen with you would be a nightmare. I even thought that you’d be fired from any restaurant because you don’t clean up as you go.”
He replaced his fingers with his lips and sucked her breast into his mouth.
Her hands gripped the counter, and her voice trembled. “I thought you were going to be a nightmare control freak and that we’d never get along.”
He laughed and moved up to kiss her. He unsnapped her bra and eased it off. “And now?”
“I’ve learned to appreciate both sides of your personality. Mr. Clean is an amazing chef who takes care of his kitchen and the people around him.”
He kept his tongue busy on her breasts as his fingers worked on undoing her jeans.
“I couldn’t have imagined there was a Mr. Dirty side, though. At the moment, he’s my personal favorite.”
Seth chuckled and boosted her up so he could slide her jeans and panties to the floor. He leaned back to study her. “Beautiful. You’re so damn beautiful, Chaos Machine. Even better than my fantasy that day. Now, lean back on those elbows for me. I’ve got some work to do down here.”
She complied, smiling at him. “You need to lose a few layers of clothing, Mr. Dirty.”
“Soon, Chaos. But let’s take care of fantasy number one first.”
She laughed, eyes sparkling. “I seem to remember a mention of me wearing an apron.”
He groaned, thinking of her working at the sink with nothing beneath her apron. “Number Two. Let’s make that fantasy number two.”
He yanked over a stool and sat down. He was going to need to save his leg if they were taking care of several kitchen fantasies tonight.
When he swiped his tongue over her core, Mara gasped his name.
“Hang on, Mara. We’re just getting started.”
She laughed. “We’re going to have the best life, Seth.”
She was right.
