“Um, okay, um… both,then.” Carter had a hard time getting the words to come out. Focusing onspreading the sauce on the pizza, Carter almost jumped out of his skin whenGrant came up behind him. Wrapping his arms around Carter, Grant took the spoonfrom him and started spreading the sauce.
“Let me help. Idon’t want you to think I’m just going to lay back and let you do all thework.” Grant’s husky voice made Carter tingle all over.
Pizza. He wastalking about pizza.
“Um…yes…Um,thanks.” The heat from Grant’s body as it wrapped around his made Carter wantto moan in pleasure. Grant’s chest was pressed against his back, but the Domwas being careful not to press his cock against Carter.
One little shiftof his hips, and then Grant’s cock would be right there. It was tempting, butas confused as he was feeling, he knew it would be sending mixed signals to theDom.
“How does that look?”Grant’s voice was husky, and Carter could imagine him saying all kinds of dirtythings.
“Looks great. Nowfor the cheese.” Bracing his hands on the table, trying to get his knees tostop shaking, Carter watched as Grant reached for the cheese.
He expected theDom to dump it on, but Grant was slow and methodical. Watching Grant carefullysprinkling the cheese all over the pizza, Carter couldn’t help but think ofwhat kinds of other things the Dom might do with such a gentle touch. It made ashiver run down his spine, and he heard a low groan radiating from Grant.
When the cheesewas finally finished, along with most of Carter’s nerves, Grant set the bagdown and growled into Carter’s ear, “Now, what else sounds good?”
Pizza. Whattoppings for the pizza.
“Um…” Carter feltthe heat rising on his face but he couldn’t help it. “Sausage?”
Grant chuckled low,his breath sending more shivers down Carter’s back. “How about you do that part?Show me how the sausage should be handled.”
With his facestill hot and his nerves frayed, Carter reached over and started spreading thesausage over the pizza. Food wasn’t what was running through his mind, andtrying to push back the naughty images wasn’t helping.
He was stupidlydisappointed when he was done spreading out the meat. “Um, any more meat?”
“I think youhandled the sausage perfectly. Let’s put some vegetables on it. How about thepeppers? Some of the sweet ones and some of the hot ones. I like how juicy the sweetones are, but sometimes you want a little spice. What do you think?” Grantnearly growled the words out, making it hard for Carter to think.
“Um…yes…both’sgood…” Sweet and spicy would be perfect.
Toppings—they weretalking about toppings.
“Good.” Grantreached out and started methodically putting the vegetables on the pizza. Whenthe peppers were on, he reached for the tomatoes. “Since these are already cut,let’s put some on too.”
When the last ofthe diced tomatoes went on, Grant brought his fingers up to his mouth andlicked the juice off. It made Carter’s toes curl. The man was trying to makehim crazy.
“That looksperfect.” Grant’s low voice made Carter’s insides turn circles.
Carter was savedfrom having to think of a response when the oven bell dinged. Not sure hisknees would work, he was glad when Grant stepped back and reached out to grabthe pizza. Taking the pan over to the oven, he carefully put it in.
“How long untilit’s hot and ready?” Grant’s words didn’t help clear the fog from Carter’sbrain. If anything, they just made it worse.
“Um…fifteenminutes, then we’ll check and see if it needs a few more.” Pizza, they weretalking about pizza.
“Perfect. I thinkwe have time for a little talk.” From most people, those words would never begood, but Grant had a hungry expression that had Carter’s pulse rising.
“Um…sure.” He wasstarting to sound like a moron, but his brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
Humor flickeredthrough Grant’s eyes before the hunger settled back in again. He reached outand took Carter’s hand, then led him out of the kitchen. Not wanting toargue—not enough brains for that—Carter followed quietly.
Grant brought himover to the couch and sat down, pulling Carter onto his lap. “Oh!”
Wrapping his armsloosely around Carter, Grant smiled. “Would you prefer to sit somewhere else?”
Hell no.
“Um, this isfine.” It was more than fine. It was sexy and hot as hell. Not that he wasgoing to say that.
