Mia sighed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Washing dishes was not her forte. It made her legs hurt standing in one place like this and she silently cursed whatever gods decided it would be funny to short out her dishwasher in the middle of the frecking week.
Another sigh fell from her lips and she reached up to push the short red bangs out of her face. Then she pushed her hands back into the dishwater and started attacking one of the pots from dinner. She was doing a mighty fine job of it when she felt someone's hands sliding around her waist from behind. She squealed far too loud when she was pulled back, her hands automatically releasing the pot in her hands, dropping it into the full sink.
She crashed against a solidly built chest and pouted. "Joshua… I'm busy doing dishes…"
His voice was low and amused, his breath hot against her ear when he whispered to her. "I could tell, but I was feeling lonely upstairs by myself. So I came to help." He bent his head down, letting his chin rest on her shoulder, while his arms wrapped around her waist.
A smile tugged at her lips, her head lulling back to rest against his shoulder. "I don't think this is helping…" She laughed, her hands coming to rest on his.
"I know…" He trailed off, not really finishing his sentence. He only continued when she opened her mouth to say something else. "I intended on helping, but you…you looked so good standing here in your shirt and shorts…ugh! I'm sorry. I can't help myself." His head dipped down, his lips brushing over her shoulder and teasing against her neck. "Don't make me stop…" He pleaded with her.
His hands started to move, sliding back to her hips. His fingers dug into her, pulling her back against him, her ass pressing hard against him. "Joshua…" Her eyes closed automatically, her mouth opening in soft moan.
Joshua groaned low in his throat, his advances becoming more aggressive. "You always give in so easily."
Mia had nothing to say to that as he turned her around to face him, his violet eyes blazing with desire. His mouth parted, his tongue lashing out and teasing against her lips. She moaned against his mouth and started to walk backwards at his urging. A tiny squeak escaping her lips when her back collided with the counter. Any thoughts of the dishes left to do evaporating from her thoughts.