"Luca, don't you have to freshen up?" Sara asked while checking the food. She grabbed the spoon, already tasting the pasta. As she turned to look at him, she found him too close to her, which flustered her.
She lifted her head to meet his gaze when his hand cradled her neck.
"Is this how are you supposed to drive me crazy, Sara?" Luca murmured against her mouth, his lips teasing her earlobe, but not kissing it while his fingers tracing over her thighs. Sara's breath hitched, but she couldn't resist his touch.
"Luca, aren't you hungry?" The words escaped her mouth when his thumb brushed on her lips.
"Not for food, but for you," Luca answered with a certain possessiveness in his tone. His hand again snaked around her neck, his mouth tasting her lips finally.
He didn't let her lean against the table and quickly pulled her up in his arms, kissing her hungrily. Their tongues met and intertwined for a second, and he got the taste of pasta she tasted a moment ago.
