Order up on Andy’s weekly prompt.
Prompt: Dirty Laundry
Word count: 196
The way his eyes followed her as she moved around the kitchen warmed her. Spices scented the air, adding something exotic to the heated atmosphere. She was trying hard to finish dinner, dodging his hands. His look said if he snagged her they’d end up making love on the table, leaving her poor roast to burn.
His groan as she bent to look in the oven made her chuckle to herself. Some naughty part of her couldn’t help wiggling just to tease him…
“Minx.” He snagged her around the waist, spinning her and lifting her up on the counter. One sweep of his hand sent things flying.
“Richard!” She shrieked as their half filled plates fell to the floor, splashing food all over their clothes. “Our dinner…”
The dart of his tongue at the morsel on her exposed chest turned her words into a throaty moan. Hands revealed more skin, baring her breasts to his touch. He sucked at the pounding pulse point, stepping between her thighs and allowing her to feel the press of his arousal. She grasped at him, pulling him closer to her core.
“Later, Love. I have something else I’d like to taste.”