Page 41 of Flash Fire

“Yes. With modern dishwashers, you don’t have to rinse.”

“Have you tested this theory?” Her lips quirked at the corners.

My body revved its engine, and I could feel my length starting to swell. If you had asked me if debates about dishwashers could’ve turned me on before Josie and I reconnected, I’d have scoffed. But really, it took next to nothing with her—her presence in a room near me, her voice on the other end of a phone call or a text message.

“No, but that’s what the internet says.”

Josie snorted. “Fine. Let’s do it your way. Why don’t you test that theory? Don’t rinse anything next time.”

“Really?”

A smile unfurled across her face, and electricity sizzled through me. “Really. I promise I won’t say anything. In fact, don’t rinse any plates. Since there are only three of us, it usually takes a few days to fill it. Don’t rinse and leave everything. Go crazy with it.”

I pressed my tongue into my cheek as I eyed her skeptically. “I feel like you might’ve already tested this theory.”

She shrugged, all nonchalant. “I think you should test it.” She pushed away from the counter, her arms unfolding, before she stopped in front of me and placed her hand over my heart. “When’s Kara due home?” she asked.

“Not for an hour. She’s at softball practice.”

“Mmm. I just got home and haven’t seen you since this morning,” she murmured before leaning up to press a hot kiss on the edge of my jaw.

My heart lunged, and the arousal teasing inside lit up like a bonfire. “It’s been hours,” I agreed as I dipped my head and nipped lightly on the shell of her ear. She shivered against me as my lips traveled down her neck. I could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin.

I slid my hands down her waist to grip her by the hips as I kissed her. When I lifted my head, I whispered, “Hold on, sweetheart.”

She curled her legs around my waist when I raised her high against me. I took two steps to slide her hips onto the counter.

In all honesty, Josie and I hadn’t figured out how to slow our roll. Whenever we collided, it was hot, fast, and messy. Sometimes I could slow down enough to savor her. I loved that our connection was that explosive. It was another part of all the things I loved about us.