“You’re not finished, are you?” She’s frowning, and I hesitate.
“That’s the recipe.”
“No no no.” She shakes her head, shooing me to the side. “That’s no good!”
Turning to my refrigerator, she opens the door and pushes the few items I have around. While I’ve got a great view of her cute little butt, my curiosity is winning.
“What are you looking for?” I lean to the side trying to see.
“Don’t you have any peppers? Tomatoes?”
Chewing my lips, I look around the kitchen. “I don’t have peppers, but I’ve got this.”
I hold out a bottle of Tabasco, and she frowns. “Where are your spices?”
“You haven’t even tried my signature dish—”
“I haven’t tried it, but I know how to cook for babies. You’re a grown man! You need some spice in your 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 n
ot 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?”