"Maybe I will." She made a fake camera frame with her fingers. "Ethan Laurent: Naked Chef. I'd subscribe."
He snorted. "Pretty sure that already exists."
"Not with you it isn't." She walked over and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her chest into his back. "And that is a tragedy."
He stopped moving for a second. "Keep doing that and you are not getting food."
"Who says I'm hungry for food?" She murmured, kissing between his shoulders.
He turned around to face her, already forgetting the sandwich. "You are insatiable."
"You are one to talk," she whispered, standing on her toes to kiss him.
He lifted her up and set her on the counter. The cold surface made her shiver and gasp into his mouth.
"Cold," he asked, grinning.
"Not for long," she said, w
