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“Fiona had some fresh pasta made, so I picked up that as well. You’re going to love it. She’s a great cook.”

“Homemade pasta? Wow. I don’t think my aspirations go quite that far, but I can’t wait to taste everything.”

Eyes full of mischief, Troy grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the sauce, then blew on it and held it out to her. “Give it a try.”

Maintaining eye contact, she moved closer. Troy didn’t reach the spoon out to her, instead raising an eyebrow until she moved in close enough that they were toe to toe.

“Have a taste.” His voice rumbled across her skin.

Shivers covered her while she tilted her head up and smiled. “I’d love a taste.”

Troy ran the spoon along her lips slowly, and warmth spread throughout her. She opened her mouth, and he caressed the new space with the tip of the spoon. Then he tipped the spoon inside and the spicy sauce tasted like heaven.

But that wasn’t what she wanted to taste.

Troy slid the spoon slowly out of her mouth and rested it on the counter. “How’s it taste?”

Piper slid her hands up the t-shirt he wore. “Why don’t you come here and find out?” Then she tugged on his shirt until he leaned down to cover her lips.

The kiss didn’t start out tentatively. Instead, it blasted to high heat in moments. His arms wrapped around her butt, and he boosted her to sit on the island without once taking his mouth off hers.

She laughed into the kiss. “Very smooth.”

“Thanks for noticing.” His big hands squeezed her hips, and when she widened her legs to make room for him, he tugged her forward until they were touching.

They both groaned at the contact, although hers was more of a whimper, and his a growl.

Then their mouths crashed together again. Everything inside Piper melted into a pool of desire. She ran her hands up the front of his shirt and over his muscles, thrilled to his flinch in reaction to her touch.

She’d had enough anticipating. Time to get to the main course.

CHAPTER 11

In Good Hands

Troy sank into the kiss even while he grabbed the edges of the counter to stop himself from rushing Piper.

He wanted to go all caveman and strip her right there, pound into her until she was screaming with pleasure. Then, he wanted to do it again on every surface in the house. They hadn’t done much more than kiss, but the woman was a hundred percent addictive.

Instead of following through on his fantasies, he leaned his weight on his hands to keep them still and focused on the kiss. The woman was intoxicating and he could spend hours on her mouth.

Piper’s hands coasted up and down his arms, her fingers slipping beneath the sleeves of his T-shirt and focusing on his biceps. When she tilted her head back, he moved his lips to feast on her throat. Her pulse hammered when he focused his attention on that tiny spot, and she gasped again as he trailed kisses up her neck to her ear.

“Touch me, Troy.”

His entire body jerked at her words. “Are you sure?”

She moved her hands to reach under his T-shirt and ran her fingers over his abs, causing those muscles to flinch too. “I’m sure. As sure as I’ve ever been. Touch me. Let me touch you.”

“Hell yeah.” His voice was a growl, but it couldn’t be helped. He reached over to turn off the burner. Dinner could wait. Something, no, someone more important was on the menu.

He ran his hands along the smooth skin beneath her t-shirt, then lifted it. Her arms moved automatically, and he had his lips back on hers before he tossed it behind him.

Piper imitated his move until his T-shirt joined hers on the floor. She laughed again as she kissed him, but this time, she ran her hands all over his chest and abs at the same time.

He moved his fingers to brush along the skin above her jeans. Her reaction was a soft gasp of pleasure. A sound he wanted to hear again and again. He repeated his motion but moved a little higher, closer to her breasts.

When his fingers brushed against her bra, she moaned, and her head dropped back. He looked down to find her bra was a soft, silky blue. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and felt them tighten at his touch. The fabric wasn’t sheer, and he wanted more. He leaned down to lick her through the bra and she nearly leapt off the counter.

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