he entered the house- immediately warm and cozy as soon as the scent of the rich, heavy sauce and dark red wine, breathing, hit his body
she peeked her head around the doorway of the kitchen, and he could see a glimpse of gingerbread hair in big, soft curls brushing down to the nape of her neck and the straps of her satin red slip dress.
“hi” she said, her voice tonguing his ears. “be comfortable, it’s almost ready.”
ignoring-, he went into the kitchen and stood behind her, slowly kissing her- salt and spice, all , starting at her neck down to the top of her hip,
where he ran one hand up her trembling thigh, the other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her to him,
where the only sense missing was good sense.