Just when the things were getting way hotter between us, the microwave suddenly beeped loudly, breaking the sensual tension in the kitchen. We both froze for a second.

Nolan’s brow twitched in frustration as he pulled back slowly. His hand held me by my waist as he looked over his shoulder.

“That’s our signal, may be we should stop,” I said slowly, trying to catch my breath.

He groaned softly, and turned his mouth to my nipple again, sucking it softly. “It can’t stop me from ...