“Says the man who had an expert in Korean cooking train him on how to make it.”

“Good point.” He smiled as he set a bowl in front of her, then finally stopped moving around. “Want to go back to the part where you talk about my body being fantastic?”

She could talk on that subject all day.

“It’s ridiculous. And what you can do with that tongue? It’s sinful.” She reached for a fork because she didn’t have chopsticks. She thought about just sticking her face in the bowl, because who needed utensils of any sort? Then the silence hit her. She glanced up to find him staring at her. “What?”

“I forgot to tell you one big benefit of this dish.”

“What?” If he said it tasted even better naked he would make her day.

That sexy smile of his grew impossibly wide. “It reheats really well in the microwave.”

Even better.

A half hour and no eating later, Maddie grabbed the underside of the headboard. The force of her grip made her palms ache. Her fingers clenched and unclenched around the wood while Connor’s tongue swept over her. Back and forth. His fingers and those licks.

She looked down the length of her naked body and saw him lying between her knees. His dark hair contrasted with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. That scruff around his chin scratched against her. Every touch, every brush, made her muscles tighten and her body heat. Warmth and need mixed and pulsed through her.

She shifted until one leg draped over his shoulder. Still he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged in and out of her. His tongue flicked over her. The combination had her hips lifting off the mattress in an effort to get even closer to his hot mouth.

Lost in need, she dropped a hand and wove her fingers through his soft hair. Let the strands fall over her hand as she pushed him in closer. Her eyes drifted shut as she gave in to the sensations shaking through her.

She was so close. Pleasure swamped her and her muscles tightened, screaming for relief. His name danced on her lips and the satisfaction she chased so hard hovered just out of her grasp.

“Connor, please.”

He slid his fingers out of her and blew a cool breath over her already sensitive skin. She gasped at the contact as her shoulders lifted off the bed. Her eyes popped open and her plea for him to keep going died on her lips.

On his knees now, he pushed her thighs open even wider to fit his body between them. She fought to calm her breathing but he stole it again when he pressed against her opening. She didn’t know when he’d grabbed the condom, but he wore one as he slipped inside her now. Slow, inch by inch.