"No way--not yet! You're not leaving yet!"
I've got him trapped, up against the sink. He laughs, grabs me by the waist, lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. I throw my arms around his neck, hook my leg around the back of his knees, pull him up against me. And then we're kissing, but it's not lazy, post-love-making kissing anymore, suddenly we're frantic with wanting each other again, accelerating from 0 to 50 in about two seconds flat. I wrap my other leg around him and his hands slide under my thin skirt, and I'm so turned on I'm breathing all weird, I could hyperventilate, I could faint any minute--
--and he suddenly pulls away and turns his back on me.
And there's Yaz in the doorway, mouth like a steel trap.
"Hello!" says Juan brightly. "We're cooking!"
