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Authors: Ari Thatcher
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long foil bundle had to be garlic bread. With the oven door open, the garlic smell was overwhelming. He must be really nervous to have missed the aroma. “This smells amazing.”
“I’m glad. I haven’t really cooked in a long time.” Her voice was right behind him.
He turned around and the wind left his lungs in a rush. “Damn, woman.”
“You like?” She held out her arms and spun for him. The black bustier laced up the front, making her tiny waist look no bigger around than his bicep. Of course, that made her breasts all the bigger. The lace over them allowed him to see the shadowy skin of her areolas.
A patch of skin was bared above the tiny triangle of the front of her thong. Her legs stretched on forever, the black high heels making them appear even longer.
“Is that for me?
“Do you see anyone else around?”
“Thank God.”
She laughed. “But we have to eat first.”
He took a step toward her. “I can take care of that.”
Pushing him aside, she picked up the plates and walked to the stove where he’d set the food. “Funny. I meant the dinner I slaved over. I got up early this morning so I could just pop it in the oven when I got home.”
“Good thinking. That way we can get to dessert even sooner.”
Her bare ass begged to be touched, but if he did, they’d end up eating the lasagna for breakfast. Remembering the gift he brought, he walked over to it. “Better open this now, before I get distracted.”
She set down the garlic bread and took off the oven mitts. “What’d you get me?”
“Open it and you’ll find out.” Why did women drag out opening gifts? He’d rather rip the paper off-or tear the tissue from the bag-and get the suspense over with.
After reading the card and kissing his cheek, Bree pulled out the small box. She glanced up at him, then back to the box.
“Now, don’t get too excited.”
“Okay…” She popped it open.
He watched her face to see how she liked the diamond earrings. They were simple studs, not even huge, but he thought they looked perfect for her. “I figured when you wear your hair up, these would add a bit of glamour without stealing attention from your beautiful face.”
Bree took out the earrings she wore and put the diamonds in. “That has to be the most poetic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Really? Then you’ve been hanging around with the wrong guys.”
“Yes, but I gave up that bad habit for a good one.” She stretched up to kiss him.
He pulled her closer, running his hands over the silky fabric on her back, then the warm, naked skin lower down. He squeezed the smooth roundness. As his tongue slipped between her teeth, he tasted mint.
Bree’s arms wrapped tightly around him, pressing on his shirt as if he wasn’t close enough. If he were any closer they’d be one person.
When he began to each lower down her back, tracing the spot where her ass met her thigh, she stepped back, breathing hard. “We’d better stop.”
Ash looked at the food she’d dished up. “That does look great. Let’s eat so we can get to the good part of the night.”
“That’s all you want me for?”
They sat at the small glass dining table and she poured two glasses of wine. Ash took a bite of the pasta dish. “No, your cooking is pretty good, too.”
“Pretty good?”
He met her gaze. “Pretty damned good.”
“All right, then.”
After dinner they carried their dishes into the kitchen and set them by the sink. Before Bree could walk away, Ash put his hands on the counter on either side of her.
She pushed on his shoulders. “Wait, I have garlic breath.”
“So do I. And I happen to like garlic.”
Turning her head to one side, she said, “I can’t kiss you. Not until I brush my teeth.”
He stepped back. “Then you’ll smell great and I’ll still reek of garlic.”
A slow, sensuous smile spread on her full lips. “Hang on a sec.”
He waited while she disappeared in the bedroom and made a mental note to get
“I’m glad. I haven’t really cooked in a long time.” Her voice was right behind him.
He turned around and the wind left his lungs in a rush. “Damn, woman.”
“You like?” She held out her arms and spun for him. The black bustier laced up the front, making her tiny waist look no bigger around than his bicep. Of course, that made her breasts all the bigger. The lace over them allowed him to see the shadowy skin of her areolas.
A patch of skin was bared above the tiny triangle of the front of her thong. Her legs stretched on forever, the black high heels making them appear even longer.
“Is that for me?
“Do you see anyone else around?”
“Thank God.”
She laughed. “But we have to eat first.”
He took a step toward her. “I can take care of that.”
Pushing him aside, she picked up the plates and walked to the stove where he’d set the food. “Funny. I meant the dinner I slaved over. I got up early this morning so I could just pop it in the oven when I got home.”
“Good thinking. That way we can get to dessert even sooner.”
Her bare ass begged to be touched, but if he did, they’d end up eating the lasagna for breakfast. Remembering the gift he brought, he walked over to it. “Better open this now, before I get distracted.”
She set down the garlic bread and took off the oven mitts. “What’d you get me?”
“Open it and you’ll find out.” Why did women drag out opening gifts? He’d rather rip the paper off-or tear the tissue from the bag-and get the suspense over with.
After reading the card and kissing his cheek, Bree pulled out the small box. She glanced up at him, then back to the box.
“Now, don’t get too excited.”
“Okay…” She popped it open.
He watched her face to see how she liked the diamond earrings. They were simple studs, not even huge, but he thought they looked perfect for her. “I figured when you wear your hair up, these would add a bit of glamour without stealing attention from your beautiful face.”
Bree took out the earrings she wore and put the diamonds in. “That has to be the most poetic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Really? Then you’ve been hanging around with the wrong guys.”
“Yes, but I gave up that bad habit for a good one.” She stretched up to kiss him.
He pulled her closer, running his hands over the silky fabric on her back, then the warm, naked skin lower down. He squeezed the smooth roundness. As his tongue slipped between her teeth, he tasted mint.
Bree’s arms wrapped tightly around him, pressing on his shirt as if he wasn’t close enough. If he were any closer they’d be one person.
When he began to each lower down her back, tracing the spot where her ass met her thigh, she stepped back, breathing hard. “We’d better stop.”
Ash looked at the food she’d dished up. “That does look great. Let’s eat so we can get to the good part of the night.”
“That’s all you want me for?”
They sat at the small glass dining table and she poured two glasses of wine. Ash took a bite of the pasta dish. “No, your cooking is pretty good, too.”
“Pretty good?”
He met her gaze. “Pretty damned good.”
“All right, then.”
After dinner they carried their dishes into the kitchen and set them by the sink. Before Bree could walk away, Ash put his hands on the counter on either side of her.
She pushed on his shoulders. “Wait, I have garlic breath.”
“So do I. And I happen to like garlic.”
Turning her head to one side, she said, “I can’t kiss you. Not until I brush my teeth.”
He stepped back. “Then you’ll smell great and I’ll still reek of garlic.”
A slow, sensuous smile spread on her full lips. “Hang on a sec.”
He waited while she disappeared in the bedroom and made a mental note to get
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