Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

All night

Brett led me inside after we dried off the warmth of the house immediately wrapped around me as I stepped out of the cool evening air. My body was still slightly buzzing from the pool. We passed through the kitchen, Brett paused, glancing at me with a playful smirk.

"Feeling hungry?" he asks me his eyes sparkling with mischief again.

I nod finally realizing that between all the fun, my stomach has started to rumble. "Starving."

"Good," he said, pulling open the fridge and scanning its contents. "How do you feel about cooking with me?"

"Cooking?" I reply with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I mean, I'm not exactly a chef like you, but I'll give it a shot."

He chuckles softly, "Well go get dressed then beautiful." He says as he starts to pull out the ingredients and places them on the counter.

I get into some dry clothes and I head back to the kitchen.

As if he could read my hesitation he says "Don't worry, I'll guide you through it. And if all else fails, I can always take over."

I rolled my eyes playfully as he handed me an apron. "Not if I burn the kitchen down first."

I had already pulled my hair back and put it in a bun.

I put on the apron.

"That would be hard to do under my watch." He winked as he took a step closer and adjusted the apron around me, his hands lingering on my waist for a moment longer than necessary.

We both start to chop up vegetables and he starts to sauté some garlic, and I could feel Brett's eyes on me as I tried my best not to cut the rest of the vegetables. His presence beside me was comforting, and as we moved around the kitchen, I began to slowly relax as I started to enjoy the simple act of cooking together.

At one point, I accidentally knocked over a bottle of opened beer he had on the counter, and Brett laughed at me and he caught it just in time before it would have hit the floor. "Careful there, rookie," he teases me now he stands so close that I can feel the warmth of his body against mine.

"You're a terrible teacher," I joke as I nudge him with my elbow lightly. "I'm not getting any tips here."

"Oh, I've got plenty of tips," he says and he lowers his voice as he leans in close I can feel his warm breath against my neck. "But they might not be about cooking."

A blush hits my face suddenly on my cheeks, and I try to focus on stirring the sauce, but it is impossible to ignore the obvious heat between us. "We're supposed to be making dinner, not... whatever it is you're implying."

"Multitasking," he says with a smirk before he steps back and grabs the pasta to add to the boiling water.

As we finished the kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly cooked food. Brett handed me a plate, and we both sat down at the kitchen counter. There was a quiet moment as we ate the sky outside turning dark and the sound of rain suddenly tapped against the large windows, the drops getting heavier by the second.

I glance outside, noticing how the rain had picked up, almost turning into a full storm. "It's coming down pretty hard out there," I say slightly worried about heading home in this weather.

Brett follows my eyes to the window, his expression thoughtful yet soft. "We are not going anywhere in that," he said matter-of-factly, setting his fork down. "You'll just have to stay here tonight."

I blinked as I was caught off guard by his offer. "Stay here?"

He nods his tone gentle but firm. "I've got plenty of room, and driving in this storm is not safe," he says looking at the radar on his phone.

I hesitated but the pounding rain made it clear that leaving wasn't a good idea. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude. I could probably call a Taxi or something."

He smiles at me his eyes soften even more. "You're not intruding. I wouldn't offer if I didn't want you here."

There was something in his voice something that sounded sincere and comforting and that made it hard to say no. I nod as I feel a mix of gratitude and nervousness flutter in my chest. "Okay. Thank you."

"I'll set up the room for you," he says as he stands up and grabs my plate. "But first, let's have some dessert. I've got some ice cream I think that'll be perfect for a night like this."

I smile as I watch him move around the kitchen still just in his swimming trucks. We sit on his couch and watch a movie as we share some ice cream.

He led me to the guest room, and the sound of the rain seemed to intensify. Brett stayed at the doorway and leaned against the frame with that casual confidence. His eyes roam over me slowly before staring at my face.

"Everything you need should be in here," he says rougher now. "But if you need anything else... Just call my name out."

I nod as my heart races as I stand in the middle of the room, unsure whether I should thank him or say something more. "Thanks for tonight, Brett. I had a good time."

His lips form a smirk and his eyes seem to darken as he takes a step toward me and closes the distance. "So did I," he murmurs lowly.  "There's something I've been wanting to do all night."

Before I could even process what was happening he was in front of me and his hand gripped my jaw firmly, but not harshly, as he tilted my face up toward his. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his eyes locked on mine with a possessive gleam. My breath hitches and every inch of me tingles with anticipation, my body trembling under his touch.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he mutters gravelly. He didn't wait for a response from me. He leans in and captures my lips in a dominant and intense kiss, There was nothing gentle about it it was as if he was claiming what he knew I wanted to give him.

His other hand slid around my waist and he pulled me flush against him as his lips moved over mine with a hunger that almost made my knees weak. I grip his shirt tightly, trying to steady myself as he deepens the kiss, his hand moves down to the small of my back and presses me closer.

He broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to catch his breath. His voice was a growl when he spoke, "You think I didn't notice how you looked at me today? How you bit your lip, trying to play innocent?"

I swallow hard as I feel unable to respond because he was right—I had wanted this, wanted him. But thankfully my words didn't seem necessary when he captured my lips again, this time rougher, more demanding. His hands slid up my sides and gripped me with an intensity that made it clear he was in control, and I was more than willing to let him be.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were blazing and his breathing was heavy. He steps back, his eyes linger on me for a moment longer before turning toward the door. "Get some sleep. We'll finish this later."

With that, he left me standing there with a smirk, breathless and flushed, the storm outside echoing the one still brewing inside of me.

The warmness pools in my stomach.