“I thought I’d help with the baking.”
Surely she’d never smiled so big in her life. “What happened to your clothes?”
“I didn’t want to get anything on them.”
“Isn’t that what the apron’s for? Oh my God, I’m dying. I can barely look at you.” She giggled. “That’s amazing.”
I’d checked myself out in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, wearing the lobster apron and claw shaped oven mitts, and nothing else. It was funny to me, and her reaction was even better. And at least the kitchen was hot from the oven, so my bare ass wasn’t cold.
“Where did you get that?”
“A white elephant game at my sister’s Christmas party.”
She bit her bottom lip as her gaze dipped down to where the apron stopped. It was just long enough to cover my junk. “You naked under there?”
“Why? You want to see my lobster roll?”
The noise from her was a half-laugh, half-snort. “I’m sorry, your lobster roll?”
I closed the distance between us and took her face between my two lobster claw mitts. “Not my best, I admit.”
“No, it wasn’t—”
I pressed my lips to hers. Soft and sweet at first, just our mouths meeting. But then I felt her warm hand on my ass.
Her forehead leaned against mine. “You are naked.”
I went in for another kiss, this time more serious. I couldn’t touch her with the mitts on, couldn’t do shit. I flung one aggressively to the floor, followed by the other.
“Uh, oh,” she whispered. “The gloves are coming off.”
A devilish grin widened on my face. She had no idea.