Flirting with Temptation - By Kelley St. John Page 0,95

she deemed rather cool. “Nope, I need dental floss. Will you go get some out of the bathroom?”

He tilted his head and cocked a sandy brow. “Dental floss?”

“You’ll see.”

He left the kitchen while she made certain that the seams were sealed on the big roll. And it was a very big roll. Rose and Hannah must have definitely halved the recipe, because Babette’s cinnamon rolls were going to be much bigger than the ones they’d made the other day. She smiled. Wouldn’t Granny Gert be proud? And Clarise would absolutely freak.

Babette couldn’t wait to tell them.

“Here it is,” Jeff said, entering the kitchen. “But I can’t imagine what you’re going to do with it.”

Following the example Hannah had shown her in her lessons, Babette took a nice sized piece of floss and eased it under the long roll to the point where she wanted to make the first cut. Then she pulled up both ends, crisscrossed them at the top and then gently pulled them in the opposite direction to cut the dough and make the first cinnamon roll.

“Okay, now I’m impressed,” Jeff said, as she lifted the perfectly cut roll and placed it on the pan covered in butter and brown sugar.

“That’s the idea.” She cut the next one, while he picked up the dental floss container and got a string of it for himself.

“All right, you’ve had enough fun. Move over.”

She did, then marveled at the muscled, gorgeous man in her kitchen, having a great time learning how to cut cinnamon rolls.

“Jeff,” she said, as he skillfully cut the remaining rolls and put them all on the pan.

“Yeah?”

She covered the rolls with a clean kitchen towel. “These will have to rise a while now before we can bake them.”

“Are we waiting until morning to bake them?” he asked.

“We can, or we can bake them later on tonight if you want. But either way . . .”

“Either way what?” he asked.

“We should think of something to occupy our time while that dough rises.”

He started washing his hands, and Babette slid her hands under the warm water with his, running her fingers across his, then sliding them to his palms, and all the while, moving against him and wanting to move even closer. “I can think of several things, and several places to do those several things,” he said, turning off the water. Then he picked her up, put her on the counter and slid the sides of her robe apart. “Starting right here.”

Babette woke up Saturday morning in Jeff’s arms, where she’d spent the majority of the night, though in several locations. They’d made love in her bedroom, then they moved to the cove and made love there. On their way back to the condo, they’d had a very hot, very steamy encounter in the sauna. And then each time she’d rolled over in the night, he’d been waiting, hard and deliciously ready to go again.

“Morning,” he said. He was propped on one elbow and looking down at her, and she suddenly wondered if he slept at all. Every time she’d awakened, he’d been awake, or had awakened right then. And now he was awake again, and looking at her the same way, like he couldn’t wait to have her. She knew her hair was probably one big tangle, knew her eyes were undoubtedly ringed with black mascara smudges since she’d certainly never taken the time to remove her makeup, and she suspected that her face had a bit of razor burn, since his five o’clock shadow had become more substantial as the night had progressed, and he’d used that tingling stubble in all sorts of interesting ways. She had razor burn in several places, but it was worth it. Well worth it.

Even so, he was looking at her as though she looked beautiful, and Babette couldn’t deny that she felt that way. “Morning.”

He ran a finger down her jaw. “I scratched you,” he said, verifying the razor burn she suspected.

“I didn’t mind.” She inhaled and was welcomed with the tantalizing scent of cinnamon and sugar. “The cinnamon rolls?”

“I put them in the oven a half hour ago,” he said, grinning. “I figured ten o’clock was late enough for you to sleep in, and I was getting hungry.” Then he shrugged. “Plus, I wanted to see how we did cooking. They’d risen so much the ones on the side were hanging completely off the pan. I guess we did a good job. We’ll know for sure after we taste