His gaze dropped to her mouth, and she felt the familiar chemistry spark between them. "You're welcome."
The kitchen felt smaller with both of them in it, the air thick with awareness that had nothing to do with cooking and everything to do with the way he was looking at her like he wanted to devour her right there against the counter.
"Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes," he said, and his voice had that rasp again.
"Twenty minutes." She stepped closer, until she was nearly pressed against him. "What should we do with twenty minutes?"
His hands settled on her hips, pulling her the final few inches until her body was flush against his. "I can think of a few things."
"Show me."
He kissed her then, deep and hungry and full of the need that had been building between them all day. She melted into him, hands fisting in his shirt as she pressed closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her.
Wanting to memorize every second in case this was all she got to keep.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he murmured against her lips. "About this morning, about the sounds you make when I touch you."
"Just thinking?"
"Thinking about doing this." His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts through her business blouse, thumbs finding her nipples through the thin fabric. "And this." His mouth moved to her throat, finding that sensitive spot that made her gasp.
"Dustin..." His name came out breathless, needy.
"I love the way you say my name when you want me." His hands were working on the buttons of her blouse, freeing them one by one. "Say it again."
"Dustin, please."
The blouse fell open, revealing the lace bra she'd chosen that morning in hopes of exactly this moment. His eyes went molten as he looked at her, and she felt beautiful and desired and completely feminine under his gaze.
"So perfect," he breathed, hands tracing the edge of lace. "So beautiful."
She tugged his shirt over his head, needing to feel his skin under her hands. He was solid and real, all lean muscle and masculine strength, and when she scraped her nails lightly down his chest, he groaned.
"Bedroom," she said, and took his hand to lead him down the hall.
They barely made it through the door before he had her pressed against the wall, his mouth hot on her neck, his hands working the zipper of her skirt. She kicked it off along with her panties while he shed his jeans, and then he was lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Wait," she said, breathless. "Condom."
He groaned but lowered her back to her feet, reaching for his jeans and the wallet in the back pocket. She watched him roll on the condom, watched the way his hands shook slightly, and the knowledge that he was as affected as she was made her want him even more.
Then he was lifting her again, pressing her back against the wall as he pushed inside her with one smooth thrust that made them both cry out.
"God, yes," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "Just like that."
He set a rhythm that was hard and fast and perfect, each thrust hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Theposition put him deep, so deep she could feel him everywhere, filling her completely.
"So good," he groaned against her neck. "So perfect."
The words, the rhythm, the feeling of him moving inside her sent her spiraling over the edge, and she cried out as her body clenched around him. He followed her over with a hoarse shout, her name a broken prayer on his lips as he found his release.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard and trying to process the intensity of what had just happened between them.
"The timer's going off," she said finally, noticing the beeping from the kitchen.
"Right. Dinner." He pulled out of her slowly, and she felt the loss immediately. "Give me two minutes to save the dumplings."
She cleaned up quickly in the bathroom while he dealt with dinner, pulling on yoga pants and a t-shirt that were more comfortable than her interview clothes. When she returned to the kitchen, he'd set the table and was serving the food like he hadn't just made her come against her bedroom wall.
