Maya's POV
"Let's eat first," I managed to say, pulling away with what little self-restraint I could gather. "Everything else can wait."
That devastating smile spread across his face, the one that never failed to make my knees weak.
"Fine. But only because I'm famished. And not just for food."
I turned back to my cooking, but his hands found my waist again. I attempted to focus on the risotto, but the warmth of his body pressed against mine made it nearly impossible to think straight. His fingers drew lazy patterns on my skin through the thin material of my dress.
"This rice is going to burn if I can't stir it properly," I said breathlessly, already losing the battle against his touch.
"So stir it," he murmured against my ear. "I'm perfectly comfortable right here."
