Hot and Burning

[Nesrin Aziz]

He put down the knife. Watching the deliberate way he did it tingled heat inside her, a little like when he’d pushed her against the door last night. Though the fact he also paused to switch off the stove prompted a wickedly amused smile, there was actually something quite sexy in the control. He pulled her close, and she didn’t resist. He hadn’t answered. Well, not in words, but she thought she caught the meaning.

She kissed him back, smiling around it. It was kind of a compliment, after all. The initial strength in his hands had become soft at her waist, but they urged her so close there was no question of his arousal. Nesrin liked what she did to him, or maybe what she drew out of him. But she also liked what he did to her. Because she didn’t deserve him, not even a little, but he made her feel like she did. As the kiss deepened and that feeling washed through her, she was eager to pretend it was real.

Left to his own devices, she was sure that even impassioned Eddie would lead back to the bedroom, and instead she coaxed him after her until they hit the kitchen table. Her fingers had wasted no time tugging at his neat shirt and running her touch underneath, not unmindful of the bruising, but not careful either. This time she was more heedful of the buttons, though, looking up at him as she slipped each one out. By the glitter in her gaze she wanted to give him time to anticipate what she intended. Which she may or may not have been thinking about since she waltzed into his kitchen wearing only his shirt. As the last button came free she gave a teasing smile and lifted herself on the table. Eddie’s shirt was loose by now but still on his shoulders, and she pulled on it to urge him close enough to kiss again. Her thighs cupped around his. Her hands guided him to her belt.