She stood at the stove carefully sauteing minced garlic in olive oil till the garlic was golden, adding finely chopped onions, cans of tomatoes, a dab of tomato paste, salt, pepper, oregano and basil, deeply inhaling the fragrance of homemade marinara sauce. After all, nothing was better than filling the kitchen with smells of cooking to fill his head with thoughts of love…
She stirred and tasted once more, then slid the pot lid on, turned the heat to low and set the timer to allow her sauce to simmer undisturbed while she ran upstairs to shower and and change. She luxuriated in the feel of shampoo and conditioner, soaping on body wash to shave her legs smooth.
He’d been out of town on business and she’d missed his fun-filled ocean blue eyes, his warm smiles and most of all his warm body spooned against hers at night. She knew he’d missed her, too, from all the texts and phone calls where they had exchanged loving, then suggestive and then increasingly x-rated ideas as their time apart grew longer. But tonight he’d be home and she’d planned a cozy evening for two with scrumptious pasta and wine.
Pulling on a long silky top over leggings, she went back to the kitchen to check the sauce, adding pancetta, vodka and heavy cream and stirring penne noodles into the rapidly boiling salted water. Quickly draining the noodles when they were al dente, she added them to the sauce for her delectable Vodka Sauce alla Pasta, just as she felt his arms slide around her waist and turn her toward him.
Deep, dark eyes met blue eyes smoky with desire as the wonderful smells of dinner engulfed them and his lips captured hers in a kiss that spoke of longing and promises yet unfulfilled. Kisses became more demanding, clothes were deemed unnecessary and the kitchen table was put to new purpose. Wine and pasta would wait until later…
She typed the last line with satisfaction, then jumped up as she realized her pasta was boiling over in the pot, hissing as water splashed into the flames.
She strolled into their bedroom after her shower, fluffy white robe tied neatly at her waist, twirling one of the sash ends lazily in a circle. Long, slim legs and feet bare, toes painted siren red. Smooth dark hair swung over one shoulder with each step she took.
He looked up from his book, startlingly blue eyes alight with interest as she bent forward to kiss him.
Book forgotten, he hooked one finger into the gaping neck of her robe, pulling her closer and closer until she could feel his warm breath by her ear.
Shivering with delight, she gasped as his cool hands slid inside her robe, unerringly finding soft, damp curves. As the robe fell away, she heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his approval as she snuggled into his embrace.
Yes, she thought with satisfaction, that flowed well. And tapping her siren red-painted fingernails on the keyboard, she proceeded to write the next page.