His eyes went dark mercury. Sensual. Hooded. He liked the idea of dessert. She decided a little teasing was in order. Her man liked food. He loved sex. The two joys were definitely not equal in his book. She waited until his tortillas had his full attention.

“Still, now that you’ve got me thinking about it, I do like the taste of you. A lot.”

His gaze jumped to her face. She flashed a dreamy smile. “Well, I do. A lot. You’re hot and spicy and I kind of love rubbing my tongue up and down that delicious shaft of yours. Like an ice cream cone, but scorching hot. And then there’s that little spot that if I rub just right . . .”

He groaned. “Woman, you’re going to get yourself in trouble you keep going like that.”

She widened her eyes in innocence. “I’m just reliving the joys of your body belonging to me, Elijah. I think, when it’s me that gets to possess that fine of a body, I should spend a little time thinking about it before I make hasty decisions.”

His grin was slow and sexy. “You need to eat food, mi amorcito. You don’t eat nearly enough and you’ve got a baby inside you taking all your nutrients. You’re going to eat. Dinner. After we’ll think about other things.”

She sulked. Deliberately. Squirmed a little on the barstool. Deliberately. “You’ve got me thinking how delicious those other things are. Some people do eat dessert before dinner.”

His gaze flicked to her. “You’re eating dinner first.”

She pouted. “Just saying.”

He turned back to his work. Stirred the spicy meat in the skillet. Checked the rice and tomatoes. The aroma honestly made her mouth water. She was hungry, no doubt about it. But that burn had been on her for a while now. Always with her. Craving him. Talking hadn’t helped much; in fact, her banter had really made her squirm. It hadn’t been altogether pretend.

“Honey.” She couldn’t keep the need out of her voice. The hunger. “Maybe dessert’s the best idea. So I can enjoy the food you prepared properly.”

His gaze slid over her again. Hot. Sensual. Her man was super hot. Super gorgeous and altogether sexy. She loved that she could put that look on his face. That he could stand in his kitchen, burden free, even if for a few minutes, intimately barefoot, hair wild, looking handsome and so very sexy. And so happy. She’d done that. She’d given him that.

“Dinner’s ready, baby. How about you go on over to that table you set so beautifully and sit down and wait for your man to serve you.”

“You’re really going to make me wait?”

“Food’s hot. You don’t eat enough. Settle, honey. I’ll take care of you after. And I promise to be thorough about it.”