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know…because you’re double chocolate cheesecake and I have a cavity?” Oh, how she wished he would kiss her already. “Actually, when it comes to you I have a whole mouthful of cavities.”
    His gaze dropped to her lips. “Sounds painful.”
    “You have no idea…”
    She felt the finger inside the waist of her jeans dip lower…and lower still, stealing her breath away.
    “So why not go to the dentist and have them taken care of?”
    She shook her head as much as she could while they were still connected at the temple. “Because…because…because dentists scare the crap out of me.”
    You scare the crap out of me.
    And I’m tired of waiting for you to kiss me so I’m going to kiss you.
    Then Reilly was draping her arms around his neck, lifting up on the tips of her toes, and plastering her mouth against his.
    A groan wound around the inside of her body, a sigh that served as a buffer between them and the rest of the world. For that one moment, what she was doing felt so damned right it was hard to believe it could be wrong. But it was that wrongness that made her heart ache even as the rest of her cried out for more of the man pressing against her.
    The sound of that smoky sax seemed to grow louder as she licked his top lip, then his bottom, then set out to devour his entire mouth.
    Mouths didn’t come more decadent than Ben Kane’s, she decided. She could stand there kissing him for hours. Days, even. A languid desire swam through her veins as she turned her head this way and that, licked and kissed and nipped. Then the finger at her waist dove even lower until it finally hit pay dirt in the form of her tiny panties. She shivered, wanting him to move lower still. Yes, yes, that’s it. Just a little to the right and…
    His finger burrowed into the top edge of her panties, brushed against her tight bud, then slid into the wetness beyond.
    Oh, yes…
    “Boss, there’s a guy on the phone who says someone’s… Oh, sorry.”
    While Ben hadn’t made a move to break the connection, Reilly leaped away from him like she’d just suffered an electrical shock. The sax abruptly stopped playing. His finger disappeared from her jeans. But unfortunately the heat he’d ignited continued to burn, even more brightly than before. She glanced at the guy in the doorway of the restaurant, then back at Ben, only vaguely noting that the guy had disappeared back inside.
    Ben’s gaze hadn’t budged. “Get back here,” he murmured.
    She shook her head. “I take it your staff is used to you mauling women in the parking lot.”
    He chuckled quietly, making her shiver all over. “If I recall correctly, you were the one mauling me.” He glanced down to the front of his slacks. “As for my staff…he would be very happy if you continued.”
    Reilly was glad he was facing away from the restaurant because the front of his slacks was tented out so high she had to swallow a gasp.
    He said, “No? I was afraid you’d say that.” He dropped his hand to the van’s back door handle and pulled it up and open. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything frozen in there, would you?”
    Reilly reached inside and took out a tub of French vanilla ice cream she’d brought along to go with the caramel drizzled apple pie. “Here. Try this. Oh, wait.” She found an apron off to the side and wrapped it around the sweating carton. “We, um, wouldn’t want to cause a wet spot or anything.”
    Ben threw back his head and laughed so heartily she couldn’t help but laugh with him. “True,” he said. “Not with ice cream, anyway.”
    The very air between them seemed to shimmer with longing as Reilly gazed at him. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so…connected to another human being. So on the same page. Of course it would help if she could get rid of the survival instinct to grab an eraser.
    “Come in for coffee,” Ben murmured.
    “I…can’t.” She broke the connection. “Besides, you forget that I have to get back