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eyebrows jerked upwards. “Hell, no. I always like to be up front about things.”
    “Duly noted.” She finished the last swallow of her wine. “So, tell me about your work back in Montana.”
    Lexie listened with fascination to his stories about working on the Hart Brothers Ranch. About the shop Dusty had bought for his mother. About growing up in Montana. Before she realized it, only a handful of people remained in the restaurant.
    “Guess I need to get the check,” Killian commented. “Don’t want to wear out my welcome. I sure plan to eat here again.”
    “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
    Killian paid the check then stood up and waited for her to slide from the booth. While they walked to the SUV, he kept his hand on her arm. He moved to open the door, and Lexie missed the warmth of the contact at once. He again helped her into the seat and buckled her belt for her. When his face was so close to hers she could feel his breath on her cheeks, he leaned forward that last little bit. She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d move away again. But no, he pressed his lips gently against hers in the briefest of kisses. Still, even with light contact, the heat it created set her blood to boiling, and the pulse in her pussy was beating with long-suppressed need.
    Without thinking, she opened her mouth slightly, and Killian’s tongue swept in like a sword of flames. The kiss was so intense it stole her breath, but she never thought to break away. At last he lifted his head and looked at her with ravenous hunger blazing in his eyes. And mixed with that, a look of stunned surprise that matched her own, shock at the connection they made.
    Oh, lordy!
    He stared for another long minute before closing her door and jogging around to the driver’s side. They were both silent on the drive back to her place. When he walked her up the stairs to her door, he kept his hand on her as if needing to maintain contact. On the landing, he turned her to face him.
    “I’m not coming in, Lexie. I’d like to think I’m too much of a gentleman to act on what I want to do with you on our first date. But, trust me, there will be others. So, if you want me to stay away, now would be the time to tell me.”
    Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it. “I want to see you again.” The words were a whisper.
    “All right, then.”
    He pulled her into his arms and cupped her head with one large hand. His scent surrounded her as did the strength of his body. When he pressed her to him, she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock through the thick denim. It pressed hard against her mound, the contact causing a flood of moisture to her panties. Could he smell the fragrance of her arousal?
    This kiss was deeper than the other, more intimate. He licked every inch of the inner surface of her mouth, brushing his tongue over hers in an erotic dance that made her weak with wanting. She clutched his arms, fingers tightening on ropes of hard muscle, the heat of his body scorching her hands. She had an insane desire to rip off his clothes so she could run her hands all over his naked body. At the point where she had forgotten to breathe, he lifted his head. The shimmer in his eyes told her he was as affected as she was.
    “See you tomorrow.” His voice was thick with desire. “Keep my cinnamon buns warm.”
    “Of course.” But she wasn’t thinking of pastry then. “See you.”
    He waited until she was inside and had turned the lock. When she heard him jogging down the stairs, she leaned against the closed door and exhaled. Well! One evening with Killian Walker and she knew the man should come with a Danger sign. She touched her fingertips to her lips, remembering the pressure of his mouth, the hot sweep of his tongue. She hugged herself, pretending she could still feel his body pressed to hers.
    For a brief moment, she had thought of inviting him inside, especially after those incendiary kisses. Then one of her frozen brain cells