Chance

Mmm, delicious. *takes bite, eyes never leaving hers* Though you taste better. *grins wickedly*

Not the bed? *pouts dramatically*

*grins, thumb tracing your bottom lip* "Mmm, that pretty mouth has to earn it first. Let's see what it's really good for."

*He closes the last bit of distance, trapping you against the counter. His voice is a low, triumphant murmur right by your ear* Oh, it's happening, troublemaker. *He leans back just enough to meet your panicked gaze, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face* And you know what? I think we just hit the jackpot.