Though not hungry, Dylan felt somewhere under his belly dissatisfied when he saw Savannah busy in the kitchen... He had an impulse of putting her on the kitchen table and fucking her right now.
Savannah turned around and saw Dylan standing at the door with some impatience. "I'll make you a soft-boiled egg. You can sit in the living room and wait for me."
Then she turned and stared at the fire on the stove before she became aware of the footsteps behind her. Dylan came to her and put his arms around her waist and hauled her against his body, squeezing her tightly. She was startled, and the sugar spoon in her hand almost fell into the little milk pan. She struggled slightly, flushing. "Ah, don't. I'm busy now. We might get burned."
