Raking her with his gaze from toes to her hair, dimples appeared in his cheeks, "I'm sure whatever you offer will be tasty."

She nearly swallowed her tongue. The air practically crackled with sexual tension as she gaped. Waving a hand in front of her face to cool her cheeks, she asked, "Do you know how to… cook?"

He raised a brow at her obvious attempt to change the subject. "I sure hope so since I was part owner of a restaurant. Yes, I know how. What's on the menu?"

She realized this man didn't just flirt, he locked onto a target as if he was a predator and she was the prey. Struggling to pull herself together, eager for a distraction she mentally searched her fridge but couldn't remember what it held. Motioning toward the kitchen, she shook her head, "I'll have to look." She spun around, breaking eye contact, not realizing that she put her shapely backside on display when she bent over to search said appliance.

She suddenly felt his hand on her ass while he purred, "Nice form. A word of caution, though. I like to wrestle. Ever wrestled in the bedroom, Sango?"

Sango shot upright. Whirling around she cried out, "Pervert!"

Her hand was moving before she thought. He was fast, though. He caught it before it could make contact with his face. They stood there, frozen, eyeing each other.

"Wrestled?" She finally asked, hesitantly.

Nodding, he grinned seductively, "You know, pinning each other down. Vying for control when one has it and the other wants it." He made it sound sensual, and she swallowed thinking about it. "Like martial arts, it's a dance," he continued.

He released her hand and ran a finger up her arm while he spoke, leaving a trail of goose bumps, and finished at her jaw line. Mesmerized by his intense look, her eyes widened when he breathed, "It's damn good for focusing."

His hand went around the back of her neck, tugging her closer. Caught in the heated atmosphere and enthralled by his thumb caressing her throat, her breath hitched when he warned, "Wouldn't want the neighbors witnessing this kind of art, though."

That old saying, 'Always watch the quiet ones,' went through her mind but fled the moment he stepped forward. His free arm circled her back as his lips met hers. At first shocked, she quickly kissed him back.

Damn he could kiss!

She might have toppled him onto the floor in her eagerness, but he swiftly shut the refrigerator and pinned her to it. When she squirmed against him, he pulled his mouth from hers and said, "You lost focus… again." He released her, as if to prove his point, and she almost slid down the fridge. He grinned and presented a challenge, "Your turn."

She gaped, mouth opening and closing but she could not come up with a response. He was impossible!

On a bark of laughter, he said, "I can see your mind working on it. You'll get there. Are we still meeting the class for dinner tonight?"

She bit back her growl of frustration and opened the fridge again, bending to seductively display her ass to him while asking, "You want something to drink?"

"I'll wait." When he didn't reach for her, she gave him a confused look. He grinned and said, "You've already presented that move. Try again."

Frustrated, and unable to resist a challenge her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward. "Wrestling, huh?"

He nodded, tensing slightly as she stopped directly in front of him. She brought her hand up to his cheek but he caught it before she could touch him. Her eyes widened when he spun her around so her back was to his front and whispered, "Invading space? Now, that's a very suggestive move."

His breath tickled her ear as his arms closed around her in a tight embrace. Before she could register the curl of his leg around hers, he had dropped and pinned her beneath him to the floor. Gasping as she felt the hard length of him against her bottom, she panted his name as he rolled to place her on top. Bracing her feet on either side of his hips, she tried to break free but his hand thrust into her hair as he smoothly turned her to face him.

He immediately rolled, trapping her underneath him as his mouth found hers again. Unlike the last brief meeting of lips, this kiss was a more passionate one that made her squirm as he held her to the floor. Realizing this controlling vibe masked by his offer of wrestling fired her senses, she went limp under him as her body surrendered. She was very nearly afraid of her reaction, to this man and to his words.

He swiftly broke the kiss to growl, "You can't give in that easy. Come on. Where's that spunk?"

Fighting senses that were swiftly becoming wrecked, she started to kiss him again but his hand, wound into her hair, stopped her. Using his move to her advantage, she arched her back and slid sideways while pushing him over. Twisting her neck so that her hair wound around his wrist, she tried to pin him down but his superior strength proved her undoing.

Grinning, he trapped her to his front before rolling again as he released his hold on her hair. She grunted from his weight before wrapping her legs around his hips, rubbing herself seductively against his hard length.

She gathered her courage and breathed up at him, "You may have more strength but I have something soft and wet with your name written all over it."

His eyes widened before he slammed his mouth onto hers while trapping her wrists. After briefly wondering if they'd dented her floor, her thoughts spiraled away when he sucked on her bottom lip. Releasing it, he breathed over her mouth, "After dinner, you can show me."

Her jaw dropped when he stood, pulling her from the floor, but she nodded. To hell with it!

"Okay. I'm ready when you are."