“You were saying?”
“Stop flexing.”
“I’m not.”
“Damn it!” She stomped her foot.
“Apron?” I held out my hand, palm up and waited.
Saylor’s eyes ate me alive as she examined me from head to toe. “No.” She hid the apron behind her back. “I think you should take your chances with Nemo. Prove you’re a man and all that.”
“Wow.” I teased. “I didn’t know it was up for questioning.”
“What?” her head jerked up.
“My manhood.” I grinned. Saylor’s cheeks went bright red. “You know I could always cook naked.”
She swallowed… slowly. “Oh?”
“Keep your pants on.” I winked. “I kind of want to savor the moment when I’m with you for the first time, and I really don’t want you to be covered in fish.”
She exhaled a long breath as her eyes once again greedily took me in from head to toe.
“Now, honey… I could go for some honey dripped all over your body.” I stalked toward her. “Or maybe even some chocolate.?
?? Leaning in, almost touching her, I nipped at her lower lip. “Right here.” I traced the line of her face and then moved my finger down her neck to her chest. “Or some whipped cream, right here.” I licked the hollow valley between her breasts and sighed happily.
“I forgot.” Her chest heaved.
“What?”
“How dangerous you are,” she breathed.
“And now?” My mouth sucked the skin just below her left ear. I moved up until my lips tugged at her ear. “Now what?”
“What?” She arched toward me. “I forgot the question.”
“Fish,” I whispered in her ear. “We have to cook the fish, and then — maybe — I’ll show you what I mean.” I stepped away from her body, feeling cold, wishing I could just press against her and stay there forever. But fish. I had fish to cook.
“Gabe—” She groaned. “Come back.”
“Nope. Gotta feed.” I stepped away farther and started getting busy with the food.
“Does it bother you?” She handed me the apron. I pulled it over my head and paused.
“Being shirtless? No.”
Saylor sighed and leaned against the counter top. “Not that. I still call you Gabe.”
I thought about it for a minute and answered. “Say, you met me as Gabe. All you know is Gabe. To you, I’m Gabe… so what if to the rest of the world I’m still Ashton? We’re the same person, and both Gabe and Ashton are in love with you.”
“That sounds like you have multiple personalities.” She teased, tugging the un-tied apron strings back so that I was plastered against her.
“I gotta admit, I kind like the idea that you’ll have a variety of names to choose from when I make you scream.”
Saylor’s face flamed red.
“Don’t worry.” I kissed her mouth. “We eat first.”