life.”
“I’ve got some spice in my life.” Catching her by the hips, I pull her to me and plant a kiss on the side of her neck right below her ear.
That gets me a little squeal, and she wiggles out of my arms. “Here.” She grabs some chili powder and shakes it over the dish followed by a few hits of Tabasco, gives it a stir, and steps back. “Now continue. And remind me to take you to the grocery store. You’re missing some staples.”
Shaking my head, I cover the mixture with parmesan cheese and pop it in the preheated oven, setting the timer and pulling her into my arms. “What can we do with twenty minutes?”
Her teeth press against her bottom lip when she grins, and her hands are on my chest. “Only twenty minutes?”
Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine. They’re soft and taste faintly of the dry wine she’s been sipping. Our tongues slide together, and heat floods the lower half of my body. I want to sit her up on the bar and slip between her thighs.
My hands are on her legs, rising higher when she catches my wrists, and I stop. I take another nip of her lips, one last kiss, and I lean back, arching an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes are on my mouth and she shakes her head, sliding her thumb along my cheek. “Tomorrow’s a religious ceremony as well as a birthday. It starts with a special mass for Lola.”
“I’m okay with that.” Catching her hand, I kiss her thumb.
“It just makes me think how… I’m not very religious when I’m with you.”
“What are you trying to say, Miss Treviño? I’m a bad influence?”
“Yes.” She leans forward and laughs, kissing my cheek. “You’re a terrible influence. I forget all of my religion when you’re around.”
“I guess I should make an honest woman of you.”
She rests her elbow on my shoulder, looking into my eyes. “How are you going to do that?”
“Easy. I’ll make you my wife.”
Her pretty eyes light up, and she laughs. “You haven’t even met my family, and you think you want to join it?”
“I want to be wherever you are.”
“We should probably wait to see how tomorrow goes.”
“Nothing is going to change my mind about you.”
Her head tilts to the side, sending a cascade of curls rippling over her arm. “What if I’m not ready to settle down and start having babies?”
“We can wait a year or two on the babies.”
Her nose wrinkles, and she laughs. “And what does a big, rich financial adviser like you want with a little country girl like me?”
I love her flirting. I love answering her questions. I can answer all of them. “Well, let me see… For starters, you’re incredibly talented. You’re funny… smart—”
“How do you know I’m smart?”
“You’re going out with me.”
“Ah!” She pushes against my chest. “Such a big head to go with your big…” Her voice trails off, and my eyebrows rise. Her eyes drift around the room as I wait to see how she’ll finish that sentence. “Apartment.”
“My apartment’s not so big, but something else is.” Diving forward, I press my lips against the warmth of her neck, making her laugh.
Her warm, soft body, her lips, the scent of jasmine, and the trace of her fingers along my collar has my cock growing thick. Turning my head, I find her lips again, parting them and sweeping my tongue inside. She sighs, and I know she’s feeling the heat between us. It’s always this way with us.
I’m about to lift her in my arms and carry her to my bedroom when the bell rings. Our shoulders drop, and our eyes meet.
She makes a teasing little sad face. “It smells really good.”
Stepping back, I slide my hand over the bulge in my slacks. “I’m having second thoughts about cooking.” I’d rather be fucking.
She hops off the bar, going to the cabinet and pulling down two plates. “But I can’t wait to taste your signature dish!”
Grabbing it with oven mitts, I place the glass dish on the top of the stove. It’s bubbling and golden, and it actually does smell good. She hands me a knife and spatula, and I cut out a large square, placing it between the two of us.
Angel freshens her wine and pours me a glass, and I lean on the bar where she’s sitting, holding a forkful of golden pasta in the air as she blows on it. Her pink lips pucker, and I do my