His hands kneaded her hips. “Keep washing those dishes. You don’t want to fall behind schedule.”
As if she could concentrate on anything other than his touch. Glad she was done with anything fragile, she cleaned the large mixer bowl.
Seth’s lips cruised from her ear to her collarbone and back, then kissed the fine hairs beneath her ponytail.
The bowl clattered into the second sink when his fingers roved under her apron and around to the front of her leggings.
He chuckled in her ear. “Keep working, Chaos Machine.”
Her brain wanted to process and protest that, but his fingers slipped beneath the fabric and down to her panties.
She gasped and dropped the beaters back into the soapy water.
One finger traced back and forth along the edge of her panties and then finally dipped inside.
“Okay?” His gruff question rumbled against her skin, and she could barely manage the nod.
She was about to float away like the bubbles while Gershwin’s “Someone To Watch Over Me” filled the kitchen with its sultry beat.
When he moved to coast his fingers lightly over her, she nearly shot through the ceiling.
He groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, Mara.”
She couldn’t suck enough air in to respond. Then his fingers were moving again.
Stroking.
Swirling.
Reaching deeper.
Her knees wobbled, and Seth’s other hand banded around her waist to tug him back into his strength.
His tongue imitated the movements of his hand, and Mara felt the spirals beginning.
Back and forth. Harder, softer. Slow and fast.
Building her up and easing her off the cliff.
“So close.”
“So beautiful. Let’s see what happens when Chaos explodes.”
He found her clit and did something to make stars spiral behind her eyelids.
Pleasure, sharp and intense, blossomed like fireworks throughout her body.
He swore softly in her ear and did something else that had her flying again.
Hallelujah.
Seth breathed harshly into Mara’s hair, desperately trying to control his body.
He’d never been as turned on by a woman’s response. None of the women he’d known had been such a lethal combination of sex, chaos, and sweetness. She was as addictive as her baking, and he was in way over his head.
After her shudders slowed, he eased his fingers from Mara’s panties and slipped her clothing back into place.
He’d been a breath away from stripping her naked in someone else’s kitchen and pounding into her from behind.
