She giggled.“You’ll have to put the flour down before that happens.”
A wicked grin on his face, Derek put the bag down on the counter behind him, next to the sink, and raised his hands in surrender.
Heart pounding, Abbie stood still as Derek approached.He encircled her waist with his arms, and wiped flour off her cheek.“We’ve made a bit of a mess, you know.”
“Mm.I can’t imagine how that happened.”She tried and failed to hide a grin as she looked up at him.
“Who knows?But maybe we should clean up a bit.”His eyes darkened with desire.
“The cookies are still in the oven.”Abbie had to force the words out.It was all she could do not to focus on his fingers on her bare back.
“Mhm.”Derek toyed with the lacy edge of her underwear, but he moved his hands up to unclasp her bra and slide it off her shoulders.Abbie let it fall to the floor.
He brushed a thumb along the side of her breast, his eyes never leaving hers.Abbie pulled him down for a kiss.
Their mouths collided and Derek lifted her onto the counter.One hand cupped her breast, the other wrapped around the back of her neck and held her close.
Abbie dragged her nails through his hair, down his back.She reached between them to stroke the hard length of him through his boxers.He moaned and pulled her even closer.
The stove beeped.
Derek groaned.“Are you fucking kidding me right now.”
He took a breath, then another, before he stepped away.He grabbed the oven mitts, pulled out the two trays, and set them down on the counter.
Abbie hopped down from the counter.“The cookies might taste better in bed, you know.”
Derek licked his lips.“You read my mind.”He didn’t hesitate as he bent down and picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom, cookies forgotten.Abbie laughed and watched flour trail behind them.
