She caught his eye, blushed and turned away, unprepared to deal with such overwhelming temptation.
“Don’t deny me Susannah. What we have is-” He sucked in a breath and in the space of a moment desire flared. “Irresistable.”
His southern drawl skittered up and down her spine, and she drew nearer. “I shouldn’t.” But it was too late. A heady aroma enveloped her in a seductive web of hunger and want, and she ran a finger over his hot skin, her nail piercing his tender flesh.
“Maybe just a taste,” she whispered, grabbing a leg
“You won’t be disappointed. I’m finger lickin’ good.”
I don’t know why food porn today seemed appropriate, but I think it’s time for dinner.
(C) Sara Ackerman, 2017