Here's a little bit of the romance from my holiday erotic-romance, Good for the Goose, recently released from Wicked Nights: After Dark.
If there is one thing sexier than a 23 year old Spaniard, Natasha mused, it was one who poured you a glass of red wine and encouraged you to put your feet up while he made you dinner!
And there he was – his firm, tight body floating around her kitchen as if he were performing some gourmet ballet for her enjoyment, surrounded by the most delicious smells. If his intention was to whet her appetite, his mission was accomplished with extraordinary zeal and success.
“Well, Raphael,” she sighed, enjoying her unexpected position of watcher instead of cook, “I must say, I am very impressed.”
“This? Nah!” he scoffed. “Cooking – it's a joy.”
With him, cooking was a protracted, joyous process, indeed - as much talking was done as chopping, and they laughed even more. While prone to dimpled charm, Raphael at the department was usually a very controlled, reserved young man, but in the kitchen, with a damp dish towel over one shoulder and bits of red pepper stuck to his forearm, he exhibited an ease and comfort Natasha hadn't felt with another human in some time.
Watching him drizzle lemon on the salmon and return it to the oven, and then move to puree the tomato to top off the rice, she thought of all the evenings in which she grabbed a quick cheese sandwich before heading to her office to work on a paper, leaving her lovely kitchen to waste away in neglect. How long had cooking and eating been mere uninteresting chores to her, she wondered.
Smelling the onion-rich steam from the rice and the garlicky aroma of the salmon, her stomach growled and she was ready to ask him to never leave. Instead, she sipped her wine and some wicked part of her brain contemplated just how beautiful a young male butt could be.Food was the way to a man's heart, she smiled – on her it was a way to some other very interesting organs, as well.