poured you some wine.” He motioned to the glass.
Julia perched on one of her breakfast stools and cupped the goblet, swirling it in her hand before taking a sip. The sweet liquid warmed her as it spiraled down into her belly.
Ben gave the sauté pan a hearty shake, flipping the mushrooms with a flick of his wrist. He poured in a splash of wine and let them continue to simmer. “Here. Try this.” He stabbed a forkful of fresh mozzarella and tomato and swirled it in a small bowl of pesto sauce.
She opened her mouth, feeling heat pool between her legs as he slipped the morsel between her lips.
The pesto was the perfect blend of fresh basil, garlic and parmesan, and the creamy fresh cheese melted against her tongue. “Oh my God.” She closed her eyes as she chewed. “That’s so good.”
He smiled, flipping the mushrooms again and tossing in the huge prawns they’d bought. “Do you have a colander?”
“Yep.” She crossed the kitchen and bent down to look through her cupboard. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cooked anything but she was pretty sure that’s where it was. When she stood up, Ben was wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, eyeing her with a hungry look that sent pleasurable chills up her spine. She handed him the colander.
“Thanks.” He placed it in the sink then pulled her close for another delicious kiss. As good as the food was, he still tasted better. His hand stroked down her arm. “This is nice.” He fingered the material of her shirt. “Very touchable.”
She made a mental note that he liked soft fabric. The timer above the stove went off, startling them both.
“Good thing I set that, you’ve got me so distracted I’d have ruined the whole meal.” He stirred the boiling pot of pasta with a fork then extracted a long strand of linguini. He pulled it off the tines and blew on it, his breath sending a gentle caress across her cheek that made goose bumps race up her arms. “Here, done enough for you?” He dangled the pasta above her and she opened her mouth again.
“Perfect.” She wanted to run her hands down the front of his pants to see if these kitchen antics were affecting him as much as her but he was already busy turning off the gas flame and using tongs to strain the pasta. He gave a few solid shakes to drain out all the water then poured the steaming tangle into the pan of mushrooms and shrimp. He sprinkled on some freshly diced herbs and gave it all a final toss. “Your dinner’s ready, luv.”
She didn’t know what to say. He was amazing. She got out two pasta bowls and watched as he filled them. He handed her the steaming plates and followed her to the couch. He’d already set out sliced bread and a plate of herbed olive oil and there were napkins and forks already in place. The wine bottle was open on the coffee table. He set down the bowl of tomato and mozzarella salad while she clicked on the TV. “I’ll grab our wineglasses.”
She took another sip from hers as she walked back toward him, wondering if this was possibly real. He reached up and took her glass for her while she settled into the couch.
His eyes were nearly black in the dim light. “So, what voyeuristic thrill fest are we watching?”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Not at all. I’m fascinated.” He twirled some pasta onto his fork and sucked the noodles into his mouth. She loved watching him.
“Well, you’re in luck, this is the first episode of the season.” She took a forkful of pasta and moaned. The earthy taste of the mushrooms blended with the sweetness of the wine and the briny flavor of the shrimp. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d added cream. “This is fantastic.”
He grinned. “Glad you like it.”
“How’d you learn to cook like this?”
“Lots of places. I worked at a pretty swanky restaurant while I was at university. I was broke so I’d go in early to help with prep work so I could snag a free meal and the chef taught me quite a bit. Plus on
Julia perched on one of her breakfast stools and cupped the goblet, swirling it in her hand before taking a sip. The sweet liquid warmed her as it spiraled down into her belly.
Ben gave the sauté pan a hearty shake, flipping the mushrooms with a flick of his wrist. He poured in a splash of wine and let them continue to simmer. “Here. Try this.” He stabbed a forkful of fresh mozzarella and tomato and swirled it in a small bowl of pesto sauce.
She opened her mouth, feeling heat pool between her legs as he slipped the morsel between her lips.
The pesto was the perfect blend of fresh basil, garlic and parmesan, and the creamy fresh cheese melted against her tongue. “Oh my God.” She closed her eyes as she chewed. “That’s so good.”
He smiled, flipping the mushrooms again and tossing in the huge prawns they’d bought. “Do you have a colander?”
“Yep.” She crossed the kitchen and bent down to look through her cupboard. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cooked anything but she was pretty sure that’s where it was. When she stood up, Ben was wiping his hands on a kitchen towel, eyeing her with a hungry look that sent pleasurable chills up her spine. She handed him the colander.
“Thanks.” He placed it in the sink then pulled her close for another delicious kiss. As good as the food was, he still tasted better. His hand stroked down her arm. “This is nice.” He fingered the material of her shirt. “Very touchable.”
She made a mental note that he liked soft fabric. The timer above the stove went off, startling them both.
“Good thing I set that, you’ve got me so distracted I’d have ruined the whole meal.” He stirred the boiling pot of pasta with a fork then extracted a long strand of linguini. He pulled it off the tines and blew on it, his breath sending a gentle caress across her cheek that made goose bumps race up her arms. “Here, done enough for you?” He dangled the pasta above her and she opened her mouth again.
“Perfect.” She wanted to run her hands down the front of his pants to see if these kitchen antics were affecting him as much as her but he was already busy turning off the gas flame and using tongs to strain the pasta. He gave a few solid shakes to drain out all the water then poured the steaming tangle into the pan of mushrooms and shrimp. He sprinkled on some freshly diced herbs and gave it all a final toss. “Your dinner’s ready, luv.”
She didn’t know what to say. He was amazing. She got out two pasta bowls and watched as he filled them. He handed her the steaming plates and followed her to the couch. He’d already set out sliced bread and a plate of herbed olive oil and there were napkins and forks already in place. The wine bottle was open on the coffee table. He set down the bowl of tomato and mozzarella salad while she clicked on the TV. “I’ll grab our wineglasses.”
She took another sip from hers as she walked back toward him, wondering if this was possibly real. He reached up and took her glass for her while she settled into the couch.
His eyes were nearly black in the dim light. “So, what voyeuristic thrill fest are we watching?”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Not at all. I’m fascinated.” He twirled some pasta onto his fork and sucked the noodles into his mouth. She loved watching him.
“Well, you’re in luck, this is the first episode of the season.” She took a forkful of pasta and moaned. The earthy taste of the mushrooms blended with the sweetness of the wine and the briny flavor of the shrimp. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d added cream. “This is fantastic.”
He grinned. “Glad you like it.”
“How’d you learn to cook like this?”
“Lots of places. I worked at a pretty swanky restaurant while I was at university. I was broke so I’d go in early to help with prep work so I could snag a free meal and the chef taught me quite a bit. Plus on
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