Chapter 14

"Now," he murmured against her hair and helped her to stir with languid strokes, "we gently mix it all together and then add the special blend of spices."

From then on, Erica had no idea what happened next as her host added a pinch of this and a soupçon of that. She felt nothing but a wild fire course between her legs and move with rapid haste up her neck. Finally, when his closeness became too much to handle, she excused herself and ducked under an arm.

"A little too hot in here," she professed as she fanned her face and leaned against the counter, making sure to shuffle a few feet away from his sweetly cloying presence. "Besides, too many cooks spoil the dip as they say."

"No problem!" Laughing, he gave her a quick, provocative flash of his eyes. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you sit down and pour us the wine?"

Her host had laid out the pita chips on the coffee table along with a bottle of Chardonnay and two long-stemmed goblets.