Page 76 of Capture My Heart

“Where did you learn to cook?”

“My mom thought I needed to know the basics, but it was Gordon Ramsey.”

Her brows shot up. “You know Gordon Ramsey?”

He chuckled. “No. I was laid up for a few months after I was shot and watched a lot of cooking shows.”

“Well, at least you got something good out of the experience.”

“Yup. A scar and I can flambé with the best of them.”

Not overthinking it, she left her perfectly grilled steak and moved around the table to his lap.

He watched her with cautious eyes.

She looped her arms around his neck and gently kissed his cheek. “I can’t wait to try your flambé.”

A half laugh, half growl escaped as he scooped her up.

Her lungs filled and she tightened her grip. Good to know those arms weren’t just for show.

His lips fused with hers and every bone in her body liquified. The heat of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, and his taste. Damn, he tasted like heaven.

Amy was vaguely aware they were moving down the hall, but it wasn’t until he broke the kiss that she realized they were in his bedroom.

His lip hitched up in a playful smile just before—he dropped her.

She bounced on the king-size bed. Once, but her stomach kept going.

Excitement flowed from her core to every cell in her body. At least she hoped it was excitement and not nerves. She pushed her doubt aside and reached for him.

With sure fingers, she worked at his belt. Lord, she couldn’t wait to get his pants off.

His breath hitched as her hand brushed him through the fabric of his pants. Lust flared in his eyes and he crawled on top of her. The heat of his body lit hers. It was addictive. She craved his weight, his warmth, his skin. Clawing at his shirt, she pulled it off.

His nimble fingers worked the button of her jean shorts.

Yes, yes, yes! Faster! She squirmed in anticipation. Finally, the button popped free. The zip of her zipper echoed in her ears. Finally.

Rough hands worked the soft cotton of her shirt up her belly. A trail of opposing sensations warred with every touch. It was fucking fabulous.

Trey’s panty-dropping smile flashed as his head dipped. His lips traversed every dip and valley of her neck and chest. His hot tongue licked and strong teeth scraped as they mapped every curve of her breast.

Holy Shit. Her skin melted with each touch of his mouth.

She wanted more. So much more. Her nails clawed the taut muscles of his back. The contents of the room faded away. There was only Trey.

Trey and the buzzing.

“Shit, if that’s Brie…” He growled.

He rolled off her. Amy groaned. Cool air killed the mood.

Staring at the ceiling, she struggled to catch her breath. She caught Trey’s bare back in her peripheral vision as he went to see who was at the door. Bright, red fingernail marks streaked down his torso. She grinned.

“Amy, it’s Daniels. He’s coming up.”

The smile dropped from her lips.