The spark traveled all the way down to my toes. I wanted a billion kisses. Maybe more. I twisted my hair over one shoulder and tilted my neck, giving him more access.
Harvey inhaled deeply and rubbed my arms. A feather-light kiss brushed my bare shoulder.
Giggling, I leaned into him. “Don’t tickle me.”
“You want harder?” He gently sucked on the juncture between my shoulder and neck.
“Ah, Harvey,” I said, halfway between chiding and pleading. I rested the wooden spoon against the pan lid and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck to urge him closer for an over-the-shoulder open-mouthed kiss. His palms explored my sweater and bare skin.
I wanted him higher, lower, anywhere I could have him.
With a little whimper, I rubbed my ass against the front of his jeans.
He whispered a curse and hugged me tightly. “Our dinner is gonna burn.”
“We could let it simmer.” I turned to loop my arms around his neck.
His dark gaze laid heavy on my lips. “Troublemaker.” He gave me a firm kiss and eased me to the side, twisting off all the stove burners and rearranging the pans.
Damn, I had hoped I could have a sexy appetizer. Tugging on his belt loops, I eyed our spread. “What else can I help with?”
“Choose a veggie to microwave,” he said.
“Vegetables? But we don’t need them with all this," I said, gesturing to our spread.
He quirked a brow. “Have you had any veggies today?”
Uh-oh. I turned my feet inward and ducked my head. “Um, no.”
“When’s the last time you did?”
I sighed and tugged open the freezer, snatching a bag of broccoli. “I eat carrot sticks.”
“That’s what I thought. You need some gummy vitamins.”
Psh, those were for special occasions or if I was sick. I couldn’t imagine treating myself to them every day.
By the time everything was plated, we had a steaming, magnificent dinner including some vegetables.
I twirled the pasta around my fork. “No one’s ever made me a nice meal like this.”
Harvey tilted his head and nudged my knee. “Technically, you made it too.”
I shrugged. “I was helping. When you like someone, that’s what you do.”
He blushed at his plate. “You’re so sweet.”
“So, you like me too?” I leaned closer and held my tongue between my teeth.
“Obviously,” he said, raising his fist to mask his grin amidst chewing.
Wiggling in my seat, I dug into the meal. “This is so good. The seasoning? Mm. The veggies are softer than what I'm used to, which I like, and everything is super tasty.”
Harvey chuckled. “I aim to please.”
Well, he was definitely succeeding.
I bit my lip and stacked the meatballs by size into little meatball snowmen. And the spaghetti could be hair. Or a nest for them.
